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A Cup of Something Better

Chapter 14: Lessons in Misreading the Room

Hank had been right, he had been worrying too much about his nurse’s exam. It was easer than he was expecting it to be, now he just had to wait a week for the results to be posted. He knew it would be a while before they were posted, but he was still checking his phone pretty regularly despite only having finished the exam the day before. “Alright, give me that.” Hank said and held his hand out across the table. His tone was stern but his expression was general, “We’re here to celebrate you finishing your nurses exam not to sit and worry about the results.” “Right.” He locked his phone and put it away, opting for his bag instead of his pocket. “ I know the results won’t be posted yet, but I keep thinking that I’m going to get a message that I failed.” “Connor.” Hank put his hand over his and squeezed it, “You didn’t fail, not with how much time you took to prepare. I know you’re worried because this one decides a lot for you, but you also said that it wasn’t as difficult as you had thought. That was because you were ready for it. There’s not a doubt in my mind that you passed, so just relax.” “Have you met me Hank?” Connor half joked and Hank rolled his eyes. “A tall order, I know.” Hank said dryly. “But seriously Connor, take some time to catch your breath. It will be fine I promise.”

Connor sighed and changed gears as best he could although his worry was still gnawing at him, “So how are the manuscripts coming?” Hank barked out a laugh, “Wow, I tell you to relax and you attack me.” He let go of Connor’s hand and he was tempted to chase it, “They’re going, and I’m a bit stuck on them both if I’m honest.” Connor laughed as well, “I was only trying to make conversation.” Hank rolled his eyes and took a drink from his latte. Connor reached for his own and found it empty so he stood up. “I’m going to get another coffee. Do you want one as well?” He asked. “Yes please.” Hank replied, “Mind ordering them to go? There’s more I wanted to do today to celebrate.” “Alright.” Connor agreed and did what he could to keep the suspicion out of his voice, “Meet you at the car then?” “Sure.” Hank responded and Connor made his way to the short line after he made sure he had his wallet. Hank had this day planned for when he had finished his semester finals, but since Connor had basically been an overly emotional pile of jello when they had ended, they moved it to after his nurse’s exam. Now that it had passed there was no more putting it off. He had no reason to be nervous, yet he was.

Hank wasn’t his professor anymore, the only thing he really had to worry about was Ezra, but she wasn’t any of his business. Yet he still found himself anxious. What if he was reading too much into this? What if Hank only saw him as a friend? He shook his head to clear away those thoughts. They were celebrating today, the very least he could do was try and enjoy it. He stepped up to the counter and immediately wished he had asked Hank>” to get the coffee. North was working the counter and Josh was working the bar. They were both going to give him shit, they always did. Save for the new girl, all of his coworkers were under the impression that Hank was interested in him. They were only friends, and that seemed to be how it was going to stay. “Taking the date on the road?” North asked in way of a greeting, “To go refills I’m guessing.” Connor rolled his eyes, “Its not a date North, but yeah, We’re heading out.” “He held your hand for like a whole minute.” She pushed as he handed her the cash. “I was panicking over my exam. It didn’t mean anything.” He pushed back. “Did you want it to?” She asked and Connor hesitated. “That doesn’t matter.” Connor replied as he moved to the other counter. He could wish it to have meant something all he liked, but it wouldn’t change the fact that it hadn’t. Hank was just friendly like that. There was nothing more to it unfortunately.

Josh seemed to be better at reading the atmosphere than North had been because when he handed Connor the drinks he didn’t have much to say. “Tell Hank hello when you see him; and Connor, relax you did fine. I’m sure.” Connor gave a nod and lifted one of the cups in place of a wave as he left. He didn’t know what they were seeing from Hank that was making him think that he was interested in Connor. They were only friends, and Hank didn’t really seem interested in him as it was so he planned to leave it alone. He walked around the corner into the side lot where Hank had said he was parked. Hank smiled when he saw him but it quickly turned into a look of concern soon after. “You alright Con? You look like someone intentionally gave you decaf.” Hank said as Connor handed him his drink. “North was being her usual pleasant self.” Connor said flatly, “Also Josh says hello.” “Hello to Josh then.” Hank remarked as Connor made his way to the passenger’s side of the car, “Ready to head back to the house?” “Yeah, my dog has apparently missed me.” Connor joked as he got into the old beat up car. “Your dog?” Hank said with mock offense as he started the car, “You’ve only spent one weekend with him.”

“It was love at first sight Hank, I’m telling you.” He laughed and Hank joined him as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You let him onto the couch didn’t you?” Hank said with mock accusation to his voice. “How dare you suggest such a thing.” Connor replied placing a hand over his heart like he had been personally offended, “I obeyed all of the rules.” “Which is exactly why my massive fucking Saint Bernard has decided to become a four legged tripping hazard every time I set foot in my kitchen.” Hank pressed with a slight smile. “So I might have fed him a little.” Connor admitted and Hank quirked a brow, “At each meal.” Hank shook his head and chuckled, “Only you would give in.” “I’m weak okay?” Connor laughed. Connor found himself in a good mood again. It seemed easy for Hank, both to notice when he was caught in his own head as well as get him out of it. A crack of a joke or a simple conversation and Connor felt fine again. He knew why, it was because he liked Hank. He had fallen for the first man to show him kindness as he always did. He had plans to keep it to himself though. Hank had enough going on without having to pry one of his former students off of himself. Instead Connor would treasure the days like this and the times he would get to see Hank at the cafe.

“You’re pulling away from me again.” Hank said as he pulled himself into the driveway, “Is the exam really bothering you that much?” “Ah, no. I was just thinking.” Connor replied. It wasn’t quite a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Hank eyed him skeptically, but didn’t push it much to Connor’s relief. “I’m here if you want to share, but for now we should probably head inside before Sumo breaks the door down.” Connor laughed and opened his door, “That’s a good plan.” When they got closer to the door Connor could hear Sumo’s excited barking from inside. Connor found himself smiling as Hank opened the door. “Get back you big lug. He can’t pet you if he can’t get into the fucking house.” Hank gruffed and Connor heard the effort that went into moving Sumo away from the door. Connor barely set foot in the house when he was knocked back against the door by an overly excited Sumo, “Hey buddy, I told you I would be back soon.” He said as he pet Sumo who’s head was nearly level with his own given that Sumo was standing on his hind legs. He licked a wet stripe up Connor’s face and he laughed, “Yes, I missed you too, I promise.”

“Sumo, get down.” Hank said firmly, and Sumo hesitated for a moment before he obeyed. Connor straightened his clothes out of habit and then stepped out of his shoes. Sumo didn’t let him get too far out of his sight and Connor pet him near constantly. “I have never seen him so excited to see someone again.” Hank said as they settled onto the couch, “Normally he sticks to me like glue, this feels almost like betrayal.” Sumo was sitting in front of the couch with his front paws and head in Connor’s lap. He smiled at Hank, “I suppose its because he knows who the softer touch is.” “That’s a word for it.” Hank laughed, “So are we going to try and catch up on House today?” “I don’t know how far we’re going to get since you said you have plans for later.” Connor replied as he reached out to pet Sumo. “We have plans for later, this is part of your surprise.” Hank said as the show started up. Connor knew better than to object and settled in as the show started up. Hank liked House for the mystery aspect and Connor liked it for the blatant medical fantasy. It was a show that they both genuinely enjoyed and enjoyed making fun of. Connor found himself laughing unexpectedly at some of Hank’s more sarcastic comments. It was more given the combination of wit and timing than finding them genuinely funny. It was a nice way to unwind as take his mind off of things. Hank was always a pleasant distraction.

A couple of hours in Hank brought two bottles of light beer over to the coffee table. Connor reached for his and took a drink and winced at the taste. He wasn’t much of a drinker usually but he always had one beer when he was with Hank. Once he got past the taste and the alcohol hit it was relaxing. It was just a matter of getting over the taste. “I forget that you don’t drink often. I could get you something different if you would like.” Hank offered as he sat down and Connor leaned forward so Hank could get comfortable before Connor leaned back against him again. “I can handle one beer Hank, I’m not that weak.” Connor said in protest despite the disgust lingering in his voice, “I just have to get used to the taste again.” Hank put his arm up over the back of the couch and hit play again, “Next time I’m out I’ll grab some wine coolers for you.” “Thanks.” Connor said as they show started up. They got another four episodes in before Hank’s phone began to ring playing a metal song Connor hadn’t heard before. He jumped and wound up setting his beer bottle down with more force than he intended to as Hank swore under his breath and scrambled to shut off the music.

“Sorry about that.” Hank said once it was quiet, “I had that set in case I fell asleep. Its time to head out so we don’t miss our reservation. Do you mind feeding Sumo while I get ready.” “Of course.” Connor said as he stood up, “Come on Sumo, its dinner time.” He coaxed the Saint Bernard into the kitchen to get him his dinner. He put him through a couple of tricks before he set the dish on the floor so he could eat. With that done he picked up the living room, threw away the beer bottles, and folded the blankets they had been under. Hank came down the hall in one of his usual loud button downs and black jeans. His hair was tied back and he had his glasses on again. Connor was not ready for that sight and swallowed thickly. What a time to have a fucking crush he supposed. “You ready to head out Con?” Hank asked. Connor swallowed again and tried to figured out how to speak, “Uh, yeah, I’m ready.” He said after a long moment. “Alright, then let’s head on out.” Hank said gesturing toward the door. Connor nodded again and made his way toward the door, put his shoes back on and reached for his jacket. Hank did the same then opened the door for Connor and they headed for the car.

Hank played jazz as they drove back into the city. They made small talk on the way but Hank didn’t seem all that inclined to tell Connor where they were going. It didn’t matter how Connor phrased the question, Hank would just give him that half smile that melted his resolve a little more and tell him that it was a surprise then change the subject. To be frank, Connor’s curiosity was killing him slowly. Connor opened his mouth to ask him again, but Hank beat him to it, “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise. That, and we’re almost there, just be patient.” “Hank.” He groaned and the man in mention only laughed. “You’ll like it, I promise.” He assured before he changed the subject again, “How has work been?” “Its been alright, not as busy as it is when classes are in session.” Connor responded, “We’re going to be training another new girl starting next week.” Hank nodded as he pulled into a parking garage, “Because Josh is going to start his student teaching right?” “Yup.” Connor replied as he looked around trying to get an idea of where they were, “I may have to cut back on my hours as well depending on how the nursing program treats me.” “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Hank said as he pulled into a parking place, “We’re here.”

“Are you anymore inclined to tell me what are doing?” Connor asked again. “No, but I am willing to tell you that it’s my treat.” Hank replied, “I don’t want a repeat of the last time we got coffee.” “I ask for the bill one time and you never let it go.” Connor grumbled with mock annoyance, “I was trying to be a gentleman.” “It was greatly appreciated, but this time its my turn Connor.” Hank said as he opened his door. “Thank you Hank.” Connor said as he got out as well. They walked side by side to the bank of elevators and Connor tried to guess what they were going to do. Hank had mentioned reservations so he had to assume that dinner or something similar was involved. A nice place probably considering as reservations were needed. The thought made Connor a little nervous, it seemed like a lot to do just for finishing his exams. He didn’t want to read too far into this because Hank wasn’t interested in him, but he couldn’t help but think that this felt almost like a date. Hank hit the call button, “You have a good memory, think that you can remember that we’re on the lavender level?” “Uh yeah.” Connor replied as he was pulled from his thoughts, “The lavender level, got it.” “I knew I was in good hands.” Hank said with another pleasant smile.

The elevator to the far right opened and they made their way toward it. Connor still didn’t know all of what was happening, but Hank seemed pretty excited and it was contagious and Connor found himself smiling as well. When the elevator opened on the street level they stepped out and Hank took his hand to lead him down the busy sidewalk. Connor knew it was so they wouldn’t get separated, but he still smiled and curled his fingers around Hank’s hand. He could pretend for now. They stopped at a restaurant with a name that Connor couldn’t pronounce, but it looked fancy. He hesitated at the door and Hank pulled him inside and gave him a reassuring smile. Once they were inside Hank let go of his hand and made his way to the podium. Connor looked down at his hand and then toward Hank’s back. He needed to get ahold of himself, being this emotional was unbecoming; he was better than this. “Alright Con, let’s go.” Hank’s voice broke through his thoughts. He gave a sharp nod and followed Hank and the waiter back into the restaurant. Even the atmosphere of this place seemed expensive and he felt nervous and out of place. Hank took his hand again and squeezed it. They were brought to a booth along the far wall. Hank took one side and Connor took the other. The waiter handed them their menus and excused himself.

“You look uncomfortable Connor.” Hank said once the waiter was gone. “I’ve never been somewhere this nice, its probably expensive Hank.” Connor said quietly. He felt like if he spoke too loudly everyone in the restaurant would hear him. Hank only chuckled, “Of course its a nice place. You only graduate so many times.” He said, “I wanted to celebrate. I should have checked, I’m sorry.” “Its alright Hank, I was just surprised.” Connor said and Hank rolled his eyes, “Well okay, that wasn’t the right word, I wasn’t expecting this. I thought it might be a movie or something.” “Go big or go home.” Hank laughed, “Sorry if its too much.” “Its fine, I just needed a moment to adjust.” Connor admitted, “I’m alright now.” The conversation fell away as they looked over their menus. When the waiter came back Connor ordered a drink that Silas said was good and would help him relax. It was alcoholic which caused Hank to raise an eyebrow and he ordered a Coke for himself. “I didn’t think you would order another drink after the beer this afternoon.” Hank said with a teasing smile. “You said go big or go home right?” Connor replied, “I’ll only be having the one anyway I’ve been wanting to try it.”

They ordered their food when the waiter came back with their drinks. Connor went for something cheap since his drink had been a little pricey. Hank had given him a look but didn’t say anything about it. They’d had that talk before, but old habits died hard. They talked more over dinner, plans for after he finished school, potential books, and so on. Connor felt his drink hit him about halfway through dinner and had he been a smarter man he probably would have stopped, but he was twenty-seven and didn’t have anything to lose. Dinner ended with him considerably less sober than he would have liked. He felt a bit like he was floating and when he stood his balance was practically shot. When he pitched forward Hank was quick to catch him. He pulled Connor to his chest and Connor found himself smiling. This was nice. Hank chuckled and Connor felt the sound rather than heard it, “You really are a light weight aren’t you? You’ll just spit your thoughts right out.” It took Connor a long moment to realize that he had in fact voiced his thoughts. “Sorry.” He said as he straightened up. He waited for the restaurant to stop spinning before he took a tentative step away from Hank. He kept an arm around Connor’s waist, not a tight hold but enough to keep him from losing his balance again.

The walk back to the car was an adventure. Connor knew where they were parked, but his internal compass was not in the best shape and he kept getting turned around. Hank didn’t seem to mind. They finally got back to the correct garage and into the elevator. “Do you remember where we parked or did your drink take that from you too?” Hank asked with a teasing lilt to his voice. “We’re on lavender.” Connor replied and stumbled over his words, “My drink didn’t take anything from me.” Hank moved his hand from the small of Connor’s back to take his hand as the other one hit the button for the lavender level. Even in his intoxicated state, or perhaps because of it, Connor was hyper aware of the point where they were connected like it was a grounding point. He looked over at Hank and took in his form. He was attractive. Greying blonde hair and comforting blue eyes. He was tall and broad and Connor liked that about him. Then there was his personality, the rough exterior with vibrant kindness just beneath. This was a first for Connor; liking someone rather than just the idea of being with them. It was hurt because he was certain that Hank didn’t feel the same. The hand holding and hugs aside Hank didn’t seem to be interested in having Connor as anything more than a friend. He was fine with that of course, dating a former student would probably be awkward.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a hand on his cheek. “Hey, come back to me Connor.” Hank’s voice was gentle but laced with concern. Connor came back to himself a little confused by the wetness on his cheeks, “Sorry.” “Lesson learned, too much alcohol puts you at the mercy of your thoughts.” Hank responded as he stepped out of the elevator. “Apparently.” Connor said with a wet laugh as he followed Hank into the parking garage. If he was chasing those touches again that was his own business. Hank took his hand again on the ride home and rubbed his thumb along the back of Connor’s hand. Connor’s heart cracked a little in his chest because he didn’t think that Hank knew what this was doing to him. It was intended to be comfort because he had been crying in the elevator. It was a painful act of kindness. He was slowly starting to understand Silas’s view on love. This shit fucking hurt. “What’s eating at you?” Hank asked as they pulled into the parking lot of Connor’s apartment complex, “You’ve looked miserable the entire ride back, tonight was supposed to be nice. If its something I did can you please tell me?” Connor flinched and tightened his grip on Hank’s hand, “Could we maybe talk about this inside because I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He watched the concern on Hank’s face deepen as he turned the car off, “Of course. Let’s go.” Connor felt guilty for asking this of him, but Hank had asked what was wrong and Connor wasn’t ready to say all that in a place that wasn’t his. Especially if Hank was going to get upset he wanted to be in a place he was comfortable. If he was going to be rejected he wanted it to be on his terms. Yet he still hesitated when he got out of the car. Hank had never been up to Connor’s apartment. He’d only ever dropped him off. It was easy to blame their schedules when classes had been in session, but the reality of it had been that Connor was nervous about having Hank in his space. He was keenly aware of the irony of this now, but he couldn’t lie to Hank, not after tonight. Not when it had felt so close to something that was entirely unreachable to Connor all because Hank had once been his professor. He hated it and needed to set the record straight. If only so Connor’s heart would stop reaching for something his mind understood that he couldn’t have, not yet if ever. It was after hours so he had to use his code to get into the building. He held the door open for Hank and they walked to the elevators together. Connor could almost pretend that he wasn’t about to mess up a really good thing just because alcohol was making him overly aware of his emotions.

Even though he only lived four floors up, the elevator ride felt like it took hours instead of a few minutes. The silence between them was tense and almost uncomfortable. He nearly reached out for Hank and felt a deep sharp pain when it looked like Hank almost did the same. He opened the door to his apartment and held the door open for Hank. He cleared his throat in an attempt to gather his words, “Um, make yourself at home.” Connor made his way to the kitchen to start on coffee, it was an old habit from growing up. Hank settled onto one of the bar stools, “Its a little late for coffee don’t you think Con?” “Don’t worry, its decaf.” He replied, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I mean, I know you will probably be up late anyway, but I don’t want something I did to be the reason why.” “Connor relax.” Hank said gently, “I don’t know what’s bothering you, but I promise I won’t be upset. But I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” Connor smiled bitterly as he handed Hank the first mug of coffee, “Please don’t make promises that you can’t keep.” One look at Hank’s shocked expression had Connor sighing quietly, “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” “Did I do something wrong tonight Connor?” Hank asked as he held his mug of coffee with both hands as though he was trying to absorb its warmth. “You’ve been acting odd since the restaurant and I don’t believe all of it can be blamed on the alcohol.”

Connor nearly dropped the coffee pot as he was pouring a mug for himself. So much for having a handle on his emotions, that or Hank was better at reading him than he had thought. He took the time to finish pouring his mug before he answered. “Yes and no.” He said vaguely as he leaned against the counter mimicking the way Hank was holding his mug, “I know its not much of an answer.” He received an answering scoff from Hank and he continued, “But I think its more of how I interpret the things you do than the things you actually do.” “I don’t understand.” Hank replied. Connor sighed out his frustration and gripped his mug tighter, “I find myself particularly attached to you and I find that I tend to project those feelings onto the actions you take. I know that you don’t feel the same and having alcohol tonight was a bad plan because it blurred the lines I drew and it hurt; because tonight almost felt like you loved me too.” He wasn’t looking at Hank because he didn’t have the strength to. Which is why he missed Hank get up until he saw his large shadow fall over the counter. “Who’s to say that I don’t Connor?” “Don’t” Connor said harshly as he slammed his mug down on the counter, “Don’t do this to me. Either you do or you don’t. Please don’t make me question myself anymore than I already am.”

Hank flinched away from him at his outburst before he set his own mug down much more gently. He placed his hands on Connor’s shoulders and turned him to face him. His blue eyes were intense and the most emotional Connor had ever seen them. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you question yourself.” He said gently, “I thought I was clear in my feelings; but to use your words, I find myself particularly attached to you as well.” Connor’s heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest as well as stop, “You aren’t just saying this to appease me because I’m a little drunk, right?” “As much as I believe that this should wait until you’re sober; I wouldn’t do that to you.” He replied, “I’m being honest Connor.” Connor was moving before he could think too much about it. He leaned up onto his toes and pressed his lips to Hank’s. After a small eternity, Hank returned it pressing closer to Connor. Hank tasted strongly of coffee and Connor lanced his fingers in Hank’s hair when he tried to pull away. Hank put enough space between them to speak even when Connor tried to chase the kiss. “As much as I would love to continue, this is something better for left for when you’re sober.” Hank said against his lips. “Will you stay the night?” Connor pressed. “Only if you promise to behave.” Hank replied.

“I cross my heart.” Connor said with a soft smile. Connor moved to pour out the coffee and heard they key taps of Hank’s keyboard as he did who knows what on his phone. Connor was on cloud nine and couldn’t find it in himself to ask. He set the mugs in the sink, they could be an issue for future Connor. Right now he was more concerned with finding out if Hank’s chest was as comfortable as it looked.

#A Cup of Something Better #CSB #Hankcon #dbh hank #dbh Connor #dbh fic #dbh

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Misfit of Demon King Academy 1 | Healin’ Good PreCure 13 - 14 | Lapis Re:Lights 1 | God of High School 1 | Muhyo and Roji’s BSI s2 1

Misfit of Demon King Academy 1

This originally had the ecchi tag on its anime entry on AniList…or, at least, that’s how it was in my memory…but now that I see it doesn’t have that, it’s just another reincarnation isekai-type series. Let’s dig into it!

I…think this guy is meant to be portrayed as “hot” because he has the piercing eyes and he’s tall (against the girls in what will presumedly be his harem), but he kind of looks like your standard Potato-kun in a white outfit…so, uh…*shrugs*

Uh…is that guy meant to be Indian? You can’t get more obvious than the “Indu” family. Update: You see his brother later and Leorg has fairer skin, so maybe not.

LOL, “Flame of Darkness” makes someone nothing but a chuunibyou.

Uh…this is called The Misfit of Demon King Academy, y’know? Anos (Anoth?) is gonna get in, you bet your butts.

The owl is cute.

…guy, that 3 second rule thing was actually funny, but the more you think about the joke, the less funny it gets. Show: 1. Me: Infinity -1

Just from appearances, I wanna guess Misha is an ice or light magic user, or whatever equivalent the show has.

Is this what Assassin’s Pride could have been…?

How did the mother (Anoth’s) think her kid maturing that fast wasn’t weird?

Mushroom gratin? Is that an actual dish?...Yep, seems so. Sounds nice. I like mushrooms.

What’s up with young mothers in anime these days? Then again, the only other point of reference I have is Masamune-kun’s Revenge…

I thought it was the other Indu guy we saw earlier. This guy’s…not that bad-looking, though (LOL, my preferences ring out loud and clear…)…welp, spoke too soon. There he is. Update: Leorg kinda looks like Hakuto Kunai from Demon Lord, Retry!, come to think of it.

If Zepes died several times over the course of this episode…would one more death actually matter? (Not really, to be honest. Zepes is a scumbag.)

Come to think of it, this anime got postponed due to COVID, yeah? Was that why there was a sakuga spot earlier…?

Was that Sasha (Misha’s sister)? I found her name while checking if the anime was postponed.

I like the colour choices in this show, at least.

I don’t think this show has the best sense of comedic timing. Let your jokes breathe, dammit! That’s what comedic beats are for!

In a season with more offerings, I might get rid of this or pause it, but the season’s fairly sparse as it stands (darn virus!) so it stays.

Update: I didn’t notice, but an Anime News Network staff member wrote that Anoth’s surname is familiar…if you read Harry Potter.

Healin’ Good PreCure 13

Gotta start in the middle for this and work our way back. Note I did watch the 1st 2 eps without subs earlier this year when they were on the official PreCure YouTube, so I’m ahead of most people.

(From wandering the wiki and the news) I’ve seen nothing but pink/blue/yellow Cures these days, so I kind miss the more adventurous colours like green and orange…but then again, I never really liked green. It’s the colour of envy and…as petty as it sounds, I think I developed that bias because green is stereotypically the colour of rot, vomit (aside from anime’s rainbow vomit) and stinky things.

I didn’t notice this, but there’s a faint highlight on the Cures’ eyes (red for Grace, purple for Fontaine and blue for Sparkle).

It’s a drone! In PreCure! Yay! (It finally hit me exactly how much of a distant dream it’s been – from watching Suite and episodes of most of the other PreCure ‘til now – watching PreCure legally as a simulcast is! It’s crazy and it only took, what…5 years between Suite and this? 16 if you count from Futari wa to Healin’ Good.)

Is it that drone?

Hah? This is almost like the electricity-themed PreCure I came up with on the fan wiki. It’s not like I could sue Toei for it, though…they own that stuff, I only own what came out of my own imagination.

The subs say “Rate”, but “rate” has a meaning in English. No wonder the initial wiki translations say “Latte”, especially because the queen is “Teatine” to match.

Okay, so Mei is the sis and Yota is the brother. Got it.

Hey! What if there was a PreCure where the villains had devastated another world before? That would really raise the stakes.

“[T]hunders” (sic)? Thunder is the sound, lightning is the flash. Which one is it?

I see. As soon as they identified it as the Element of Lightning, I sort of guessed they could add it to their repertoire later, and I was right.

Its’s nice to see they put a woman in the moving company as well. Proves that girls can do anything they set their minds to, even what are supposedly “men’s jobs��.

I guess from the face I should’ve expected the element to talk, like the Fairy Tones from Suite, but I didn’t really figure that out until I saw it talk,

I feel like Hinata should’ve gone to see how Mei made her juice. That way, the two might be able to make similar-tasting juice…but that’s just an idea.

Healin’ Good PreCure 14

I feel like Byogens were responsible for Nodoka’s sickness, much like they are for Latte.

“Energy Source” seems to refer to a place where energy appears…I know that sounds a bit dumb if you don’t realise genki hakken means something like “appearance of energy (for a person)”, but…yeah, the PreCure series is like this. Unfortunately, that’s what you have to deal with.

I feel like this “teamwork overcomes all hardships” message is important in this time of COVID-19.

Guaiwaru = “condition is bad”, or ill health (guai ga warui).

Is that the element of air? I thought the PreCure would’ve used their element of lightning to fix the steamer, but hey, teamwork works too.

I’m a weeny bit peevy they translate minna to “girls”. It’s correct in context when it’s been translated that way, but minna means “everybody”.

I imagined Hinata saying “Watashi no smartphone ga!” instead of “Atarashii sumaho ga hoshii!”

Lapis Re:Lights 1

Eh…COVID-19 means I gotta sample things I’m not so crazy about.

Why is one of the first lines in this show “My behind hurts!”?

Bristol? Is this England?...Nope, it’s a place called “Mamkestell”.

I was thinking this girl…I think the reviews said her name was Tiara…was going to sing to the flower to make it perk up again, but nup, she whistled to it. That seems a bit irrelevant, to be honest. (I would prefer an all or nothing approach to a wish-washy approach like this…as in, if this is an idol show, then either go all in with the singing and dancing, or do something else that’ll catch my attention.)

Tiara’s face looks hella generic.

For some reason, I get this ominous feeling when the word “witch” is mentioned…must be the instinct from Madoka popping up again.

Lemme guess. Lynette is the bookworm?...*sigh* Just another method of showing a character is a bookworm without actually showing their reading a book, which I think is counterintuitive.

Get some protective gear, girls!

Rosetta keeps saying “Yes” (in English).

Lemme guess…people ship the dumb one and the smart one? They’re like a gender-flipped Dice and Gentaro, only the smart one is more uppity and the stupid one is more sporty.

The word appears to be noumei, but that exact word doesn’t seem to exist. Lavie seems to say the word is the opposite to something else, but I can’t tell what that is either…

Albino rabbit, eh?

…people probably ship Rosetta and Tiara too, right? *sigh*

So there’s…no singing in this fantasy/idol show. Whistling is how you invoke magic…so how is someone who can’t whistle supposed to invoke magic?!

Whose idea was it to put the OP in the middle of the episode?

It was “Neechan, daikirai!” “Forget you” is a fairly loose translation…

Little Miss Rosetta = Rosetta-chan.

I think Tiara called Rosetta “sensei” when the former wanted the latter to take care of her (i.e. take her to their dorm).

Titi = Tiara. I didn’t actually figure that out because I thought it referred to the rabbits.

Gah! These almost-real-world names (or real world names, in regards to “Bristol”) are gonna drive me NUTS!

*sigh* Boob jiggle.

*sighhhhhhhhh…* Lemme guess, there’s a potential expulsion on the horizon? Update: Yep. Dropped.

God of High School 1

First Webtoon series I’m covering here.

Oh, I checked out the first chapter of the webtoon because CR linked it to their anime page. The only difference I’ve seen from that, aside from fleshing out the backgrounds, is…that creepy skull (?) on the wall.

You can tell it’s Korean when I don’t understand what the text says. (I don’t know Korean, but I do know some Chinese and Japanese.) Update: This is Japanese-dubbed, but they left the Korean text in.

That intro is much more powerful now that the backgrounds are fleshed out.

Ooh, the colours in the OP are very nice!

Hmm? They’re starting with the grandpa, rather than starting with “I’m Mori Jin, 17 years old”? Good choice.

The expressions in this show are funny. I like them already.

Waittttttttt…I dunno how Korean names work. Is Mori Jin’s first name “Mori” or “Jin”? Update: I checked it up, and I got even more confused!

KORG Arena seems to be…from Marvel? Like BnHA references Star Wars???

*sigh* Moonbucks? Again?...and of course the girls only talk about “hotties”. We need a Bechdel test in this thing.

The comments on ch. 1 said “A new Luffy is born”, so now I agree with it…but they’re not going to show how Mori Jin was enlisted for GOH (as they seem to abbreviate it)?

There’s Japanese, English and Korean in the afro dude’s comments.

I’m amazed that tall dude with the spiky hair wasn’t more surprised about Mori Jin and the girl passing by…

Would those glasses on Mori Jin’s head be any help? Update: Turns out those aren’t “glasses”…they’re a sleeping mask.

Kamina glasses!

They put CR and Webtoon advertising over everything in this anime…geesh.

These red parts of people’s noses are gonna bug me, aren’t they…?

It should be battle royale, right? Update: Okay, so I checked and both are correct spellings.

This seems like the sort of thing that would never get funded because you need to pull off every battle scene right.

They cut the initial fight with “Blondie” out, but that actually makes things more interesting! Good choice.

Lemme guess – Mori Jin is going to have to fight this Kang Manseouk guy at full power one day? *shrugs* (Can I stop referring to people by their full names already??? I can’t stop until I know which is the first name and which is the last.) Update: So the wiki finally helped me out and Mori is the first name and Jin the last, meaning I can call him “Mori”. Got it.

*Mori suddenly pulls the prisoner’s pants down* - That was…random.

I liked it more than I thought I would! (Just for reference, the other protag dude is called Han Dae-wi and the girl is Yoo Mira.)

Muhyo and Roji’s BSI s2 1

(Update for the Tumblr fans: I finished s1 outside the seasonal format.)

Kokkuri-san never goes well in anime…

Where does Nana work again…?

I don’t think Muhyo and Roji are legally (magically legally?) obligated to tell Nana anything about what they do.

Yay! Goryo is animted for the first time! He has such a beautiful voice~!

Notably, Roji wouldn’t have had a smartphone in 2004 (or whatever year close to that when the manga put this bit out).

Goryo (5) vs Muhyo (6). Didn’t figure this out at the time I read the manga.

I think the subbers misgendered Goryo. Goryo is a dude, as can be gathered from the name “Daranimaru”.

“Waka”? Does that stand for “young head [of the office]” or something?

Okay, whose bright idea was it to pair Now on Air (female vocalists) with Muhyo and Roji’s (a series dominated with dudes)…?

Ah, Funimation is on the production team of this anime. That would explain the dub rights.

#simulcast commentary #Muhyo and Roji's Bureau of Supernatural Investigation #lapis re:lights #god of high school #healin' good precure #misfit of demon king academy #Chesarka watches HGPC #Chesarka watches Muhyo and Roji's BSI

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8.31.2018

“Large Iced Americano!” The clear plastic cup gives off a cold-sweat, anxious to meet its new friend. I hand off the middle-class man’s chalice and continue to the next order. Please, God, let these people tip more than their spare change. My left shoulder is probably out of socket and my feet are sore, but what else is new?

“Vanilla Latte - skim milk, half the ‘sweet stuff’!” Some bitch with an aggressive bob sweeps up to the bar for her barely-coffee. She looks at me in angst, as if saying, “I know your kind - a sorry fuck who jerks off just to fall asleep at night.” And she’s right, isn’t she? She grabs her collared cup, and bitch-walks her way out. Joke’s on her, though; I used whole milk.

I wish someone would have warned me that a Master’s degree in Philosophy qualified me for only one career: disgruntled barista. I’ve worked at Saint Espressõ since I graduated. Has it really been three and a half years already? It’s not that I’m not happy, but I’m not happy with not being sure if I’m happy or not. It’s not hard to understand! Or is it? I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m lonely. God, I’m lonely. The only lady friend I’ve made this year was a damn sexy cappuccino, and even she grew cold after about five sips. It’s a sad existence, but I’m getting over it.

“What can we brew for you today?” We’re required to say it, and I hate it more and more every time. Ninety-nine out of a hundred customers don’t understand the pun and continue on with their dumbass lives. I wish I could continue on with mine, but I have to waste a second of every transaction using that shitty line. My therapist says I should try to be more positive, but he doesn’t work for tips.

“Oh, I need just another minute, please.” She can have all the time she wants.

9:45 AM. I started work at 5:00 this morning... I was fine with the morning shift for a while, but it dawned on me recently exactly how strangely time moves. I can be at work for five hours, and it’ll still only be 10:00 AM. 10:00 in the morning! I clock out at noon-thirty and still have an entire day to fill. I should go to bed earlier, but there are just so many episodes of Frasier I haven’t seen and so little time to binge them, so I’m just in a perpetual state of exhaustion, RBF, and witty sitcom-style comebacks.

Life as a sitcom would be so much easier; you can afford a lavish apartment, all your problems are solved in twenty-two minutes or less, and - most importantly - people have to laugh at your employer-mandated puns. I look back at the clock on the register; 9:46 AM - joy.

“I’ll take a spiced chai latte!” Finally.

“Anything else for you?”

“That’s all!”

“$5.45.” She pulls out exact change - at least someone’s making my job easier.

“We’ll have that for you in just a moment.” She grabs her receipt and finds a chair near the window. The woman and her wallet look so content - the lucky bitches. Luke, returning from his break, nudges me aside to clock back in.

I quite like Luke. He’s only worked with me for about six months now, but we’ve grown fond of one another, I think. He’s a pretty chill dude; I like him because he minds his own business. Our other regular barista, Danielle, is a squirrel of a girl; her hair scatters upward into a loose bun - making her look somewhat like an acorn... She scurries in for the second shift, just as mine is ending. This leaves just enough time to exchange pleasantries and go our similar but separate ways. She just started a Bachelor’s in Communication at Cal State, which only encourages her nosy demeanor. We’d gone on a few dates a couple years ago, but we prefer to never speak of it.

“When you finish the chai, can you start a French press of the Italian dark roast?” I give a simple nod in response. When we work together, Luke usually mans the register while I tango with the espresso machine. It’s an unspoken rule, and I’m really grateful for it. He’s a lot better with the general public - his “bro” mentality definitely comes in handy. We joke around and like to grab a beer when we don’t have the early shift the next morning.

I’d never tell him, but I consider him a close friend. He’s one of the few people who can hold a conversation on any topic without bullshitting the bejesus out of it. My only other regular friends are Will, who I’ve known since middle school, and Trish, who dated my college roommate for a time. He dumped the poor girl like a bucket. I tried to grab the rebound, but she shot into the friendzone. She’s bitchy and hilarious, so I’ve claimed her as my own. I’d consider my roommate, Tristan, a good friend, but he’s just so…so Tristan...

“Spiced chai latte!” Exact-change Bernice says a quick word of thanks and prances away. I get the French press going and sit down for a minute. There are only two other people here: Bill, who sets up his office in the corner booth, and a teenage girl who’s most definitely skipping school. Since we’re pretty slow mid-morning, Luke leans onto the counter while I claim the stool. I take a sip of water - my first since before the morning rush; Luke stares at his green tea, grinning like a fool. I’ve had some damn good teas in my twenty-six years, but none have ever made me smile like that…

“You’ve got the worst poker face in existence,” I jeer at him. He chuckles.

“Like yours is any better,” he mocks in response. It is, but that’s beside the point. He takes another sip and sighs in contentment. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Always.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Like, anyone!”

“Just get to the point!”

“Alright!” He takes an expected breath. “I’m proposing to Rose tonight.”

“Shit, man!” This isn’t what I expected to hear. “Congrats and all, but you’ve only dated for a couple months - pretty quick...”

“No, I know, but I know. You know?” I hate when people say shit like that. “Rose got a job in Houston and we’ll never last the long distance stuff. I can’t be the one to hold her back, so the only way we can make this work is if I go with her, and the only way she’ll allow that is if I give her the ring. We’ve talked about it a lot, and I think it’s the right thing.”

“Wow. Uh, wow. When do you move? You know, if she says yes…” Thankfully, he laughs at my awkwardness.

“Oh, she’ll say yes! She practically planned the whole thing. End of the month. We’re excited to take it to the next level! I think I’m finally ready to start settling down.”

“Dude,” I sort of sigh. I’m disappointed as hell. The one guy I thought I could count on, leaving. I’m not upset with him - that’d be dumb. I’m just… You know? I swallow the news, take a breath, and move on. “I’m happy for you - honestly!” He smiles in relief.

“I’m glad you say that, because I have a favor to ask.” No, Luke, I will not cover your shifts while you play house. “I want you to be in the wedding!”

“Me… For real?”

“For real! You’ve been a great coworker and an even better bro, and I can’t think of many other people I’d like standing by my side for this. What do you say?”

“Well I’d be one massive dick if I didn’t say yes…” We chuckle. “Of course, man. It’d be, as they say, an honor.” I pull out a distasteful British accent, accompanied by a royal curtsey. He punches me in the shoulder.

“You’re the best, Walker - really.”

“Someone needs to tell the ladies that, too…” I’m dead serious. We seal the deal with a quick slap-hug, like grown-ass men.

“Just wait, you’re gonna see major changes in your life. You could meet your girl any minute!” He grabs the French press from the counter and goes to deliver it to the rightful customer.

That bastard; he better be right… I check the time - 9:55. I’m the most impatient person I know; this day might actually kill me.

The door opens - in walks another customer. I normally don’t notice or care, but Luke’s words play on a loop in my head. You could meet you girl any minute… I keep my head down to keep my composure. I want the first time I see this girl to be perfect. I want to be confident and cool and collected. She scurries to the register and stops. I’m so nervous, I could die.

“What can we brew for you today?” I recite, still looking down. A sitcom laugh track would have been great right about now... Okay, here we go….

“I asked for skim milk.” A cup is shoved into my face. I’m practically breathing non-biodegradable drinkware through my left nostril.

“Excuse me?” I look up to meet the scowl of the aggressive-bob bitch.

“I asked for skim milk.”

Well, shit.

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acidpos6 · 4 years

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Point of Sale (POS) System for Small Business

Running a store necessitates a range of admin, administration and advertising and marketing skills. From making certain there’s enough inventory to piecing together month-to-month product sales reviews, these abilities are important in making certain your retailer runs effortlessly.

Through an productive point of sale (POS) system can significantly help in making sure that your entire procedures are running efficiently. On this page, we speak to two skilled professionals who’ll share tips about what you have to have within a POS and the way to select the right option for your store or cafe.

People of any particular age who proved helpful in retail or foods support may possibly recall the times before present day point of sale (POS) systems. We manually added the expense of things in a cash create an account -- once we were actually fortunate, the create an account had been a personal computer with the cost of the items pre-programmed into tactics. We happened to run credit cards with a clumsy, flatbed bank card imprinter that utilized carbon paper. And bank card (or private check out!) transactions weren't immediate, and it also might have been two time or higher prior to the cards costs struck your budget.

Periods have changed, and now the modern technology to history purchases to make income can be small enough to fit into the palm of the palm. Here's what you ought to learn about POS and ways to select the best to your company.

What Is a POS?

Imagine a POS system as being the convergence point when a consumer along with a business come up with a package. The phrase "have a look at" or "register" could be used to reference the POS, however these are simply stations where the purchases take place. Present day POS fluctuate widely, from equipment for scanning charge cards that connects directly to your mobile phone, to finish systems with terminals and income compartments. Whether easy or sophisticated, today's POS permit vendors to band up a purchase within minutes, and do all of it digitally. At times the expression POS may be used interchangeably together with the word reason for support, as clients might use a similar technology to make profits.

Making use of POS Technological innovation

Consider how often you utilize a credit or bank card for transactions -- getting petrol, investing in your everyday latte or food, or acquiring that great new skirt or a collection of golfing clubs. Using the POS technologies, the system's computer software employs the barcode around the tag of the product you got (or maybe the crucial rule to the distinct entrée or consume, with regards to a restaurant) being an inventory control process along with an successful method to control the deal. In theory, a firm is aware of the amount of lattes, sweaters, or golfing groups still left the storefront, and when any have been returned. In addition, the POS process could increase dealings -- that is crucial in the restaurant or coffee house, by way of example, wherein a long range with the counter-top contributes to grumbling buyers. More sophisticated POS software program will actually put together details on buys, consumer record (to ensure big spenders could possibly get premiere therapy), what merchandise is relocating well and what things keep stagnant. This all information may help businesses to maximize earnings and eliminate waste materials. Ultimately, in the bistro or bar, a party of 10 will more often than not question to split the examine. With the proper POS, basic section from a admission into 10 is simple and speedy.

Mobile POS

Portable POS methods may also be producing waves as small businesses, parent-teacher associations and other groups who want episodic usage of a POS method acquire the main benefit of an instant point of sale that doesn't require the customer to visit his/her lender website or PayPal bank account. The computer hardware is smaller than a gold dollar and can squeeze into a pc tablet or cell phone. The application provides nimble response occasions for a nominal charge per transaction -- usually the retailer will move that along towards the shopper. The Rectangular Readers is the best identified of such portable POS gadgets, probably as it was the very first item (launched during 2009), as well as the technology has carried on to improve, but there are additional cellular merchandise, including PayPalHere, which interfaces having its large brother PayPal.

Fees: Software and hardware

Figuring the fee to get a POS process may be difficult since most services websites wish to accumulate your computer data before supplying you with an estimate. In essence, even though, the fee for a POS can be cracked out into the expense of software and hardware, and the fee for handling repayments.

On the least expensive finish, you will find simple portable POS solutions that provide totally free hardware and software, enabling you to swipe charge cards utilizing your mobile phone or pc tablet, with all dealings taking place inside the cloud. The services charges you a repayment processing charge and that's that.

About the high end, if you're buying hardware and software to use with multiple terminals, you'll have to look at the cost of certification the item per terminal (more than $800-$1200 for any non-Cloud process), the expense of each terminal's credit card computer software (perhaps another $300-$500 each), and, when you don't have the terminals currently, among $2,000-$3,000 per terminal.

Organizations can minimize the price of equipment by renting them month-to-month or buying remodeled terminals. You'll want to aspect in the expense of training based on the difficulty of the computer software and the savviness of your consumers. There could be fees for added registers or gear. To acquire the very best costs, the consumer could be secured right into a multiple-year deal, so know about what you're getting. In the event the company doesn't have their own transaction cpu, you're about the hook to find a processor chip suitable for the device. Ultimately, modernizing the machine costs, way too -- professionals estimate a mid-scaled to huge business could spend among 15-20% annually in servicing and help charges.

Methodology

For review uses, we've evaluated the wide variety of POS methods offered, taking into consideration prices, range of motion alternatives, customer service, buyer and skilled rankings, simplicity of use, and also the company's ranking with certified reviewing entities. We held the following musts in mind:

•Trustworthiness

•Cost

•Mobility

•Instruction

•Rate and Security

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#point of sale #point of sale systems

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hollywoodx4 · 7 years

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Sticking With the Schuylers (22)

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The room smells like paint; a light and slightly pungent odor that lingers in the air, stronger in some places than others but present throughout the entire vicinity. The walls are cold stone and the floors chilled tile, but to Eliza they’re the only cool pieces to the place. There is warmth, radiating from primary colors and imperfect handwriting, chalk-dust on fingers and pattering feet on tile.

Tiny voices resonate throughout the room, whose acoustics are perfect for projecting them even through the crowded floors space of child-sized furnishings and tiny bodies jumping around the floor. There’s an older woman in the room as well, hair just beginning to grey, who sits at the large and worn-down desk at the front. She shuffles a stack of papers idly, glancing up every so often to take notice of what is going on around her. She catches Elizabeth’s eye.

She smiles in return before her attention is back on the task at hand; currently, she has the twenty, five year-old students around her in a circle. Her voice bellows above its usual tone as she weaves a tale for them, something from her own mind. She gauges their reactions as she spins around them, the flow of the story changing along with what they like and dislike. And there’s voices-grand voices and tiny voices, accents and hushed tones, until Eliza herself is wrapped into the fantasy world she’s created.

“Miss Schuyler is the princess!” One of her little girls squeals as she hops on two feet, along with the tide of the story. They’re currently trying to get the princess out of the swamp and into the forest, where there’s a waiting mama bird and an old willow tree. Each of her twenty students looks on with wide, enraptured eyes. Tiny hands are cupped in front of their bodies-to hold their baby birds-each personalized to their own imagination.

Eliza laughs, then, shaking her head.

“We’re all the princess.”

“No, just you-you’re the best princess of all.”

She beams, letting the praise of her young students wash over her. They fill her with an unprecedented amount of joy; even when her lead teacher hadn’t been so accepting of a tabloid queen being placed in her classroom to student teach. Even on the days where the parents look at her differently, picking their children up from school with that same look in their eyes, the ‘I know who you are…’ No, not even the days where all twenty of her students are acting up can distract her from her happiness.

Elizabeth Schuyler was made for teaching.

And she repeats this, over and over, to anybody who is willing to ask. Early on it had been John who, after making her vanilla soy latte, shook his head and laughed at her with a raised hand.

“Do you even have to work?”

“No,” She snatches her drink from the counter and spins around, speaking to him over her retreating shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

This year was her first year student teaching-not her first year in a classroom, however. She’d spent most of her high school years volunteering after school with middle schoolers from the inner city. She’d also been a tutor, and a safe-walk for the youngest students who couldn’t travel home through the city alone after school. And none of it had ever felt too taxing, or too much for her time. The volunteering had been fun-she played games with the middle schoolers, helped them with their homework…Eliza had built relationships with them in her four years in the program. These were children who began to look up to her-who trusted her, and looked forward to her time.

When she entered college, Eliza had decided to switch over to tutoring more often than not. There was a certain privilege that came along with working one-on-one with somebody, sitting in quiet library atmospheres and pushing them through their next academic goal. Usually it was the languages that she taught; how to write a sentence in Spanish, the proper inflection of voice in Italian. And her students were (usually) eager, chugging along the work with her until they both had something to be proud of. She loved making children feel that pride-that sense of pure accomplishment. There’s a swelling of her heart that is set off by it, one that she’s not sure she can live without.

Which brought her to freshman year; to Columbia, sitting through countless lectures on child safety and proper techniques and a will to do the world better. That first day, sitting in the front of her class with all eyes suddenly on her-the snickering, the cell-phone cameras clicking in muted tones…it had driven her nuts. And every day after that, the amount of her peers who looked at her and asked why she wanted to be a teacher when she could just ‘live for free’ for the rest of her life-it bothered her to no end.

Eliza Schuyler is driven by a passion that comes from within her; the core need within herself to bring a light to lives that weren’t touched by it. It’s the only thing she has that’s her own-outside of her family and their traditions and their rules. It’s what’s set her apart. And so when she begged her father to let her study education-had given him a speech fueled with fiery eyes and a tearful, passionate smile-he hadn’t been able to say no. In fact, he admired her drive toward her goal.

She’d been blessed ever since.

Today is a good day. It is Wednesday-there’s more room for free-time on Wednesday, allotted in the schedule made by the classroom teacher. It’s one of the philosophies Eliza had loved from the start. Wednesdays are for two things; celebrating the fact that the week is half over, and preparing ourselves for the other half. They also have physical education as their elective on Wednesdays, so Eliza’s allotted the time to run around the gymnasium with the rambunctious six and seven year olds, learning field hockey and basketball and jump rope as much as their young minds can be taught. And then, there’s story time.

This is the end of the day; the kids sit or lay sprawled over the carpet, Eliza grasping their full attention as they make up a story together. Last week, it had been a rocket ship, space-themed one full of aliens and made-up science terms. They’d just completed a unit on the solar system. This week, for some reason, the idea had come to one of her students to create a princess world. It may have been the general fact that a good number of her students were obsessed with anything princess, but no matter. Miss Schuyler is excellent at improv.

After their bonding she sends them all on their way, on one side of the door while her classroom teacher is on their other. They hug, prolonged and urgent, before meeting their after school walk home. Wednesday is also a good day because she is not on duty. Typically she looks forward to the walk-homes, accompanied by another teacher as they trek their familiar route from home to home, chatting and getting to know the children. She used to volunteer most Wednesdays anyway, just to pass the time.

Now, she can’t wait to get back to Alexander’s.

It’s a ritual, and beautiful in the way that it came about so naturally. The first Wednesday, the second week of their relationship, he’d asked her if she’d be too busy to come and watch reruns of How I Met Your Mother with him. He’d never seen the show, and she’d gotten him hooked on it. The caveat of the Netflix binge, however, was that he refused to watch an episode without her. It took away from the experience, he’d said, to watch without her.

She has this silent commentary-a laugh milliseconds before a joke, a smile upon seeing a couple interact that makes the show ten times more enjoyable. And Alexander, being completely honest with himself, would admit that the show itself isn’t his absolute favorite. But Eliza’s reactions would make the grade any day of the week, any show she’d pick.

Every Wednesday, Eliza walks the same path to Alex’s after school lets out. There’s the corner store-the old, kindly man who likes to sit and chat with passersby. Then there’s the subway station, a flower shop with a little café attached to it….

Eliza’s distracted as she walks down the familiar route. There’s a certain level of busting throughout the city that leaves her in a transcendental moment-eyes scanning, never wanting to leave the beauty of a normal New York day. There’s nothing spectacular different about the day; the same people, the same shops…but there’s a drumming in her heart that leads her along. It’s Wednesday-it’s their day.

An eager excitement; yearning, calling-it wills her feet to move faster, her posture higher, her smile wider. Elizabeth Schuyler does not want to hide her face. She does not want to look away-even when a stranger leaves their volume on as they pass, sound effects of a camera obvious to her trained ears. She almost wishes she’d stopped for a photo. But the drumming beats on.

The drumming beats on and soon it is rapid-frantic. She shakes her head as her breathing becomes staggered, choking and holding. A cool, venomous numbness courses from the tense muscles of her shoulders through her tendons. Each ligament holds its own proportion of the sinking weight but each dose is lethal. Suddenly, she’s immobile. Suddenly, she’s back to last year again. Suddenly.

Her body reacts before her mind can process the picture of what she’s just seen. And then it happens all at once; flashes of the past meld into the present so fast that she has trouble distinguishing the difference. There is no line between reality and memory, only a frantic, blurred frenzy of vision that she can’t seem to piece into coherent thoughts. But there’s a moment-a vivid, horrifying moment-where those memories come together and inhabit themselves into her present.

Those memories find themselves in a body; in a pair of boots distressed by their manufacturer; dark wash jeans only worn twice before deemed useless. Then, there’s the copper-colored jacket, with an inanimate ability to smother her in its authentic leather scent and warmth-turned-ember heat.

Brown eyes engulf her in flames-angry, rippling. Ever-present. And there is so much to be read in those dark orbs, so much that she finds them to be crystal balls, all-telling about the future ahead. What would the path be like tonight, now that he’d come home? She’d wait in a semi-visible spot, eyes trained on the door, a casual cover activity in her hands. The jingling of keys.

The clicking of an open door.

His eyes were always ashen. Coal-ridden. Ready to be stoked and brought to a furious life.

It takes her longer to pull her phone from her bag than it does to make the decision. Her thumb barely hovers over the green call button this time. She’s certain, sure. Terrified.

The other line only rings once before it’s picked up.

Eliza can barely form a sentence, lips caught in a tremor as her eyes scan the area on constant state of observance. The line of reality is still blurred. Her vision is blurred. A buzzing resides throughout every fiber of her body. The voice on the phone calls her name. She shakes her head.

“Okay, so I might be going crazy but just keep talking to me while I walk and don’t freak out.” It comes out in a sort of jargon barely understood, but somewhere between her cut-off words and shaking voice he’s able to understand most of what she’s said.

“What’s…why?” Alexander. If her body could speak it would shout his name to the heavens, wrap it within herself for safe keeping. A portion of her tension rises. She can walk. Her limbs begin to move faster. Her eyes continue to search.

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Tell me now, you’re making me nervous.”

“Okay, I’m by the crepe place on Columbus and I-I don’t know if it was real or if it was just-I think-I’m pretty sure I just saw James.”

“You mean-“

“Yeah.” A pause. Eliza’s not even sure what she’s agreeing to-her head is swimming, begging to find its place anywhere away from this transcendental nightmare. “Are you there?”

“You’re on Columbus?”

“Yeah”

“Keep walking, I’m on my way. Stay on the phone with me and listen around you.”

“Alex, it’s okay. I should be fine. I’m probably just seeing things.”

“I’m on my way.” Alexander’s tone is so gruff, so certain, that it takes her a moment to collect herself. She can practically see him now-through the tone of his voice his body is tensed but his movements are chaotic, sporadic. There’s an inflection in the natural timbre of his voice that leads her to believe that he’s nervous, running. There’s not a moment where he’s not running. There’s a certain comfort in knowing that he’s running to her.

“Okay.”

“Where did you see him?”

“It probably wasn’t even him.”

“Eliza.”

“Coming out of a diner.”

“I swear to god Eliza if I see him.” He lets the sentence linger, piecing the rest of it together in his own mind while she does the same. Both completions are frantic, worrisome. Neither is tame. She breathes in the cold air, counting, when she sees him-he waves a frantic arm at her, weaving in and out of the crowd that separates them. And as he approaches there’s a moment-a collapse.

She finds herself crying into the shoulder of Alexander’s hoodie in disbelief. Her body shakes back and forth along with his-he’s clutching onto her; underneath her shoulders, on her waist, until his hands finally find space on the small of her back. Her own have trouble weaving themselves out of his grasp to return the embrace so instead she sighs into it, letting the weight leave her body as her eyes close in an involuntary reflex of relief.

Look at those eyes.

There’s an earthiness about the deep brown-soft and concerned when he finally pulls away to look her over. He’s a steadfast presence, one hand wrapped soft around her waist and unwilling to let go. Alexander is soft actions and pure intentions, guiding her down the street the way he came. He wills his mind to dodge the flurry of questions that rattle his mind and instead asks her about her day-her students, her time. She leans her head on his shoulder, an arm around his waist.

Eliza is warm. Eliza is happy. Eliza is safe.

Schuyler by Day: Eliza’s Arm-candy in NYC Daylight.

Kudos to the fan photographer who snapped recent photographs of social media starlet and senator’s daughter Elizabeth Schuyler walking downtown with a new man on her arm-and in his arms, too. The couple was spotted walking along Columbus late Wednesday afternoon, Schuyler dressed in an impeccable powder-blue bow-front Chanel dress. Her arm candy? Jeans and a layered look, long-sleeved Columbia shirt being the forefront.

What shocked us more? The new man’s new do, how different his look differs from ex James Reyonld’s? Or was it the thought of Reynolds himself, who was quoted just last week by a reliable source saying just how much he wanted Schuyler back? What do you think? Team #Jeliza, or Team #Mysteryman? Either way, we’re pretty sure the luckiest man is any man who gets a Schuyler.

The newspaper crinkles as it closes.

He folds it, twice one way and twice the other, before tucking it in the back pocket of his dark jeans.

He rises from the table, wooden legs creaking against old floors, leaving a twenty dollar bill before heading to the counter.

“Americano to go. Quickly.” He slides another twenty across the counter, voice smooth and seductive behind shining eyes and a pearly white grin. The barista holds back a flustered giggle, blinking at him before asking for his name.

It’s record time when his drink comes out, before five others that had been standing in line before him. They scoff as he passes them, swaggering steps, to the counter.

“I have an Americano for James.”

#hamliza #hamilton au #alexander x eliza #here #have a chapter #yup #i love elizabeth schuyler

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lauramalchowblog · 4 years

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Healthcare’s Sliding Doors Moment

By LINDA T. HAND

Every day, we make thousands of choices. Some of them – even those that seem trivial at the time – will change the course of our lives. This concept was memorably illustrated in the 1998 film Sliding Doors, which imagined two very different paths for Gywneth Paltrow’s character, Helen, based entirely on whether or not she makes or misses the London Tube on her commute home—the film’s eponymous sliding doors.

Helen doesn’t have the luxury of weighing her possible futures and altering her choices accordingly, perhaps quickening her pace or stopping for a latte along the way. Fortunately, for today’s healthcare decision-makers now facing their own Sliding Doors moment, the diverging paths of reactive versus proactive healthcare are much easier to contrast.

Staying the course with reactive healthcare

To date, most health systems and insurers have had little choice but to stick with the familiar path of reactive healthcare. The status quo since medicine’s earliest days, reactive healthcare passively waits for people to get sick before “reacting” with all available measures to return them to health. As a result, patients wait longer to enter the system and arrive sicker, and end up receiving avoidable or more expensive care than if they had come to our attention earlier. And rising costs often serve as an additional deterrent to patients seeking care.

Take Maggie*, for example. She’s a 53-year-old home care worker who struggles with obesity and depression, both exacerbated by ongoing, chronic pain, despite previous orthopedic surgeries. In the world of reactive healthcare, a patient like Maggie would remain under the radar for clinical outreach until her health issues spiral out of control, requiring multiple high-cost interventions, such as an ER visit due to heart attack or inpatient treatment due to opioid addiction and depression.

Reactive healthcare waits until she’s already in the top ten percent of high-cost patients before she receives the very kind of attention that could have prevented those outcomes in the first place. Unfortunately, that’s typical of a system that wastes $205 billion per year on inefficient or uncoordinated care, with an additional $200 billion for unnecessary medications and $32 billion on avoidable ER visits. According to the Department of Health and Human Services, reactively managing patients with chronic conditions alone accounts for >85% of total spending.

Rather than cover for these inefficiencies by pouring in additional dollars –– already 18% of GDP and rising –– innovative insurers and provider organizations across the country are eager to utilize new technologies to find a better path forward.

Making proactive healthcare possible

In stark contrast to reactive care, proactive healthcare doesn’t wait; rather, it actively seeks to preserve and improve health. It’s a radical shift in mindset that’s only possible thanks to recent technological solutions that empower provider organizations and insurers to not only predict future healthcare episodes, but identify the underlying clinical drivers and guide engagement strategies for individual patients like Maggie.

As healthcare organizations are learning, the large investments in value-based care initiatives of recent years – such as care managers, education, adherence programs, and chronic disease support – fail to succeed unless we can engage with the right patients at the right time.

First-generation population health tools represented a major leap forward, allowing organizations to tap their wealth of EHR data and begin to think systematically about managing groups of high-risk patients. By relying on broad historical indicators such as financial spend, chronic conditions, and ER utilization, those tools can make generalized predictions about population-level risk. Now, however, organizations are looking to go deeper, uncovering insights that are both precise and actionable at the patient level, mitigating risk through effective proactive outreach and engagement in programs that will direct members to the next best action.

Applying machine learning to member-specific data

Insurers and care organizations seeking to implement a truly proactive healthcare model are turning to next-generation predictive analytics, which provide both a clearer picture of each patient’s health trajectory, as well as his or her receptiveness to earlier care and care outreach.

Where traditional rules-based modeling incorporates dozens of static features to make predictions, next-generation predictive analytics employs recent advances in machine learning to utilize dynamic features in the hundreds of thousands or millions, as algorithms continue to train on member-specific claims data. It’s an exponential increase in predictive power that will allow organizations to expand their focus beyond members who are already high cost, extending the benefits of proactive outreach to their entire member population.

A new reality for individual patients

Let’s turn back to Maggie. Fortunately for her, her health plan has already stepped through the sliding doors of proactive healthcare. Powered by predictive insight, Maggie was identified early as rising risk for poor outcomes and higher costs, and received proactive outreach from a care manager at her health plan. Working with this new intelligence, the care manager was able to connect Maggie with a smoking cessation program, as well as behavioral health counseling. This earlier intervention meant that Maggie also got connected with alternative methods for pain management, ensuring she was not another victim of the opioid crisis.

For Maggie, proactive healthcare meant being able to quit smoking sooner and making strides in her weight loss program so she could start to feel better every day. Proactive healthcare helped her reduce her use of pain medication by 40%, and reduce outpatient visits by 25%. Without intervention, her projected spend was $88,000. With proactive healthcare, her actual spend was $8,400, allowing her to keep more hard earned dollars in her pocket, and helping her plan to spend more efficiently.

Maggie’s success shows the power of proactive healthcare to couple prediction with personalized engagement most likely to improve a patient’s health. Next-generation health analytics, like those developed by our company, are making this possible by leveraging machine learning to scale those successes across entire member populations. With proactive healthcare, one customer reported a 20 point increase in NPS, and another reported a 20% improvement in overall member engagement.

Organizations who have deployed similar programs have also seen immediate and longer term improved patient outcomes and lower total spending through the elimination of avoidable or inefficient care.

Clear advantages for proactive organizations

Given its numerous benefits, there’s no doubt that proactive healthcare will positively impact the health trajectories of millions of patients in the near future. For organizations that are ahead of the curve in terms of adoption, the advantages will be transformative in terms of costs, outcomes, and member satisfaction.

The key to realizing that transformation is to remember that accurately identifying patient risk is only the first step. Ultimately delivering on a differentiated patient experience will come down to how effective we can be in connecting those patients with the proactive measures most likely to help them.

Armed with the ability to see the possibilities, the future of proactive healthcare is wide open. Forward-looking healthcare organizations are not going to hesitate to walk through those doors.

*Name has been changed to protect the patient’s identity.

Linda T. Hand is CEO of Prealize Health, which uses machine learning to transform healthcare from reactive to proactive so more people can live healthier lives.

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kristinsimmons · 4 years

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Healthcare’s Sliding Doors Moment

By LINDA T. HAND

Staying the course with reactive healthcare

Making proactive healthcare possible

Applying machine learning to member-specific data

A new reality for individual patients

Organizations who have deployed similar programs have also seen immediate and longer term improved patient outcomes and lower total spending through the elimination of avoidable or inefficient care.

Clear advantages for proactive organizations

Armed with the ability to see the possibilities, the future of proactive healthcare is wide open. Forward-looking healthcare organizations are not going to hesitate to walk through those doors.

*Name has been changed to protect the patient’s identity.

Linda T. Hand is CEO of Prealize Health, which uses machine learning to transform healthcare from reactive to proactive so more people can live healthier lives.

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this-is-not-a · 6 years

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“You’re glowing,” I smile and say to my laptop

When I was in middle school I read 1984 by George Orwell. There’s a chapter where everyone’s stretching and Winston isn’t flexible enough, but the activity coordinator comes by and tells him that someone in his age group ought to be able to touch his toes, so he pushes extra hard and touches his toes. This is, of course, some kind of metaphor but I remember in middle school being impressed with his ability to stretch.

Alternate titles for this blog: “I’m writing this for me!” I shout into the person-less void. Trying so hard to be smart that I am no longer funny. Trying so hard to be funny that I am no longer honest.

I watched Atypical on Netflix and realized that I’m not very autistic. I have some sensitivities but it’s not comparable to diagnosable autism, even high functioning. But has anyone in that goddamn show ever even tried thinking about their own social awareness? Dad: “Sam, does your arm still hurt?” Sam, autistically: “No Dad, you just asked me that 5 minutes ago, my arm wouldn’t suddenly start hurting for no reason in 5 minutes. Why would you ask me that?” Dad: acts stunned and has no response. And I just want to scream “explain to him that asking about the arm is a way of signaling that you care about him! These aren’t unanswerable questions!”

Alternate titles for this blog: Single paragraph bits strung into incomprehensible lumps

At its best Atypical is a show about how we all sometimes have issues with nonverbal communication. How we all can get overwhelmed and feel lost. The charitable interpretation of the aforementioned qualms is that, yeah, that is actually how clueless real people are when you ask them a question about social convention. And anyway the introduction of Paige’s character nearly makes up for this, and hammers home the point that was brought up as early as the first episode – Sam is good at following rules once they are explained to him, though he can’t always intuit what the rules are.

As part of the Upright Citizens Brigade’s improv show, ASSSSCAT, a guest improviser will often deliver monologues given a single word prompt. Tina Fey’s monologue starts, “squish... squish makes me think of bugs,” and she figures out the rest of her point without stopping, wrapping up her slightly beaten parcel of thoughts with a little bow at the end, “... squish.” This makes me think of my manager, Robert, and how he admitted that he thought he was good at improv and immediately redacted it, perhaps sensing that he was in danger of being a Person Who Thinks He’s Good At Improv, a thought that only pops into my head because I’m projecting my own tendency to make the same pronouncement and subsequent redacting. (Acting is redacting.) And that makes me think of a piece I saw on the internet about how you get less funny when you get a day job, and how the author of that piece was trying so hard to be funny while writing about being funny because the only reason anyone would care what he thought was if we also thought he was an expert at being funny. Which makes me think of the time Brain told me that he thinks my calling is to make people laugh.

Alternate titles for this blog: If I write that I’m a narcissist does that tell you that I’m a narcissist or just someone who is likely to tell you that he is?

I don’t feel the difference between liking something in earnest and liking something ironically. And if there is a difference I don’t think it’s as easily definable as people act like it is. As long as such pieces as Sharknado and Piranha 3D exist, which are meant to be consumed “ironically,” it’s impossible to separate ironic enjoyment from actual enjoyment. The makers of those movies knew that there was a market for so-bad-that-they’re-good movies. That means they made them for the exact kind of consumption that we’re calling ironic consumption. Doesn’t that mean our consumption isn’t ironic after all? The first time I heard of pumpkin spice lattes I managed to go a full year without also hearing that liking them meant you had bad taste. And once I learned that I was able to immediately transition from liking them to liking them in spite of their reputation. I made the quick and fluid transition from liking pumpkin spice in earnest to something that wasn’t quite ironic enjoyment but was at the very least an enjoyment that was partially derived from the fact that people considered my aesthetic to be a sign of bad taste. Through it all the thing that never changed was the fact that I like the taste of pumpkin spice. It’s cinnamony with a little tingle of spicey, and deathly sweet.

This is my revival blog. I am hashtag figuring out life. Read all about it please.

Alternate titles for this blog: Blog titles, mostly, and occasionally the rest

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greggory--lee · 7 years

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The Chosen Ones – Future Leaders of China

“The Chosen Ones”, “China’s Little Emperors”, “The Me Generation”, call them what you will, the progeny of the “one-child-policy” are becoming a serious concern as the oldest of this homogenous group approach their late 20s in modern, prosperous China.

Controversy over this approach to population control has been widely reported, citing discrepancies in interpretation and jurisdictional enforcement to infanticide and selective abortion issues. There will also be a severe shortage of women for eligible men approaching marrying age. This fact dispels the myth that the “vanishing girls” syndrome was the result of non-registration of female births and rather supports the notion of widespread female infanticide.

But asked, if the CCP had ever anticipated any of these problems, spokesmen will suggest that they had thought of many of the consequences of the policy over time but believed that overall prosperity would provide measures to solve these problems. Ironically, prosperity and growth have not only been unable to provide solutions to the consequences of the policy but in fact have exacerbated the conditions.

The term “chosen ones” is used here to indicate not only a very special group of individuals but to emphasize that those future leaders of China shall be selected from this one-child-family policy. What are their characteristics?

Widely described by both foreign observers and domestic critics, they “are spoiled, self-centered, narrow-minded, and incapable of accepting criticism,” (Yang Xiaosheng, Beijing Star Daily). They lack the social skills of their parents and by comparison to their western counterparts are as impetuous children demanding whatever they want without consideration or care for any inconvenience their demands may make on others. Each child, it is said, is cared for by an average of 7 people: mother; father; uncles; aunts; and some combination of grandparents. And it is apparent that boys are more favored than girls with an average of only 3 people devoted to their care and attention.

To offer one example: In Qingdao, the co-host of the 2008 Olympics, Li Xue Mei is sitting in the local Starbucks nursing a ‘Vente Caramel Macchiato’ talking to three friends with similar tastes. They are all around 25 or 26. They all have the newest expensive cell phones and two have their Macbooks open on WiFi websites. They are all self-employed yet without clients. They have no marketing skills because they have never learned to network; nor have needed to. If they haven’t their own car, they are waiting for one of their parents to pick them up or to drop off some cash if they have decided to hit the night-life.

They have all graduated from a university of sorts, never having achieved a high enough grades to qualify for one of the better universities. Since the big push of the late 90s China has created more than 500 new universities and university colleges. The entrance exam taken by more than 9.5 million students in 2006 has many students in the bottom 50%. In fact, the standard rule of thumb is now: if you can’t get into the top 50% where you can enter a Chinese university…then plan on going overseas, usually to Vancouver, Canada, where they can enroll in some ESL class and spend the courses hours not in class but in the Bistros close by sipping Lattes and smoking Canadian cigarettes.

They complain about the unemployment rate but cannot understand why so many graduates are unable to find jobs. Unless their parents can find a connection for them so that they can work at something arranged for them they will not be successful in landing work on their own efforts.

In Beijing, Yuan Lin has recently opened a motor club for the elitist group of children of high level cadres in the CCP. He and his wife have borrowed the money without expectation of repaying it. The money loaned was in payment of a service provided for a businessman to make the bureaucratic entanglement of Beijing go away. At parties and clubs they talk about self indulgence and money. Both earned high salaries working for high level, well funded domestic or joint venture businesses before going out on their own. They now own an apartment, a car, and have taken on a 20 year lease of a country villa. They have one child, a boy. There is no talk of politics or democracy. Tiananmen Square is a vague historical episode that has no basis in daily life and any talk of democracy is acceptable so long as it does not upset the status quo and give to others if sacrifices have to be made.

This is the good life and they don’t want to give it up. It is fed by ultra-consumerism which is feeding on itself. There is unrest amongst the lower, underprivileged people but this is not a topic which concerns these city groups.

Last year there were several reports about farmers taking up arms against local corruption. The episodes were quelled and in some cases, many protesters were killed or jailed and later tortured. The papers paid little attention to the events and the authorities did nothing to assist those farmers who may have had legitimate quarrels with the local government officials.

Last month, Beijing issued a law prohibiting the height and of dogs kept as pets. Many pet owners, outraged at the effrontery, protested to the local government and so incensed the pet owner’s group that President Hu Jintao personally intervened to rescind the law. The governing party does not want to upset the children of conspicuous consumption. This brings us to ‘the chosen ones’.

This generation, born after 1978-80 when the one child policy was implemented, represents young upwardly mobile business people these days. At least, those with connections are. And those with the best connections, that is guanxi with highly placed CCP members are those from which will be chosen the next generation of leaders. The members of the ruling party are made up of 100 or so ruling families. Their children: the spoiled; the self-centered and narrow-minded, will lead China in the future. They have never had to sacrifice; have never required skills at communication or negotiation having never met confrontation. How will they fare?

During the last 17th Congress, Hu Jintao declared that by 2020 the party will quadruple the GDP. Where is the market? Certainly, the domestic market is limited for that kind of growth since the gap between the have and have-nots is widening. Much of China’s growth is not due to innovation but from production growth generated by systems like WTO (2202) and The Olympics (2008). China will not keep its low wage advantage much longer with industry looking at the Philippines and Viet Nam which have still lower wages. The US may enter a period of recession in growth and the dollar will weaken more. Unemployment is growing among the well educated and inflation fuelled by unprecedented appreciation of real estate and a stock market which is 70% owned by the PLA, shows no sign of abating.

The chosen ones will inherit a precarious position in the ranks of prosperity. All nations have faced these conditions from time to time, but their leaders have had some experience in real life circumstances: they have tasted defeat; they have experienced hardship; they understand the range of social conditions which generate hope and the will to survive.

The members of the old guard are survivors of the liberation movement and the Cultural Revolution: the new guard will have had no such learning experiences and will need to reach out for assistance which is their natural inclination. To whom will the hand go out?

Source by Gregor King

Source: http://bitcoinswiz.com/the-chosen-ones-future-leaders-of-china/

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kristinsimmons · 4 years

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Healthcare’s Sliding Doors Moment

By LINDA T. HAND

Staying the course with reactive healthcare

Making proactive healthcare possible

Applying machine learning to member-specific data

A new reality for individual patients

Organizations who have deployed similar programs have also seen immediate and longer term improved patient outcomes and lower total spending through the elimination of avoidable or inefficient care.

Clear advantages for proactive organizations

Armed with the ability to see the possibilities, the future of proactive healthcare is wide open. Forward-looking healthcare organizations are not going to hesitate to walk through those doors.

*Name has been changed to protect the patient’s identity.

Linda T. Hand is CEO of Prealize Health, which uses machine learning to transform healthcare from reactive to proactive so more people can live healthier lives.

Healthcare’s Sliding Doors Moment published first on https://wittooth.tumblr.com/

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