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In response to a comment that higher income earners don’t pay their “fair share”, here is the number of fair shares by income tax bracket based on the latest individual tax return statistics from the ATO.
https://imgur.com/a/8Hd8fQd

I (26M) have some pretty well off parents. My dad is a senior mechanical engineer at an oil company, and has always been good at saving. My parents have always been generous toward me, and I am very grateful for it, and I try not to feel entitled or spoiled. I have a wife and two kids, and I am in my 3rd year of my career, and still kind of on the lower end of the corporate ladder so to speak. I don’t have a lot of ambition to climb it, lots of selling and competition at the higher levels, which has never really been my personality, so I can’t imagine I’ll be getting much higher than my 50k a year salary any time soon. Unfortunately, that means I can’t exactly afford a super nice place for my family, which is something that I feel a bit bad about. But still, I get a sense of pride knowing that the house I live in, however unspectacular, is something I am providing for them. We are about to move, and I asked my parents for some help with the costs. And they straight up offered to buy us a house. Not just a like $150k starter home either. Like a $300k beautiful forever home. I don’t want to be prideful, I want what’s best for my family. But man, it feels super weird to be given something like that. I feel like the spoiled millennial whose parents just gave them everything. It’s an excellent opportunity to finally start building a savings, maybe take my family on vacations with the money I won’t have to spend of rent, but shit. I can’t shake a certain sense of guilt and shame. My wife is ecstatic, but I feel weird. Some of the houses are nicer than my boss’s. And that dude works his ass off. I am definitely his butt-monkey, and I’m going to be living in a house more extravagant than his? It just feels weird. Guess I better just thank my lucky stars.

Hey guys and gals,
I know this is a major long shot - not even sure if this is permitted under guidelines (hey Admin, PLEASE let this one slide).
I had personal bag taken from a bench nearby NJ/NY area. It contained some personal items, but most importantly, it had my laptop. I know I can replace it, yes. BUT there was some very valuable digital items on laptop - including edits and footage for a documentary I'm working on. Our team has filmed in 3 separate countries and losing this laptop means we lose all the progress made, and probably halts any further work on my dearest passion project.
I will provide a GENEROUS reward for a return.
If you're reading this and stole a beige carry-on bag on Tuesday June 7th, please please please show some kindness and reach out. There's a real person behind those items who desperately wants them back.

Hello everyone! I hope you had a great day. Here's a summary for new readers:
This journal is my way of staying accountable on my healing and self-improvement journey. It may not always be exciting, but it will always be honest and real. Now, let's get into today's entry.
Today turned out to be awesome, despite not going to the park at 4 am as I had planned. The rain made it impractical to take pictures, and I didn't want to risk damaging my camera. So, I decided to go back to sleep and get some rest instead.
When I woke up, I followed my usual routine of 10-minute meditation and stretching. Then, I went to a food bank to collect some free groceries and have lunch. I was fortunate to receive some good food items like salami, uncooked pasta, pork, and vegetables.
After organizing the groceries, I headed to the park that I had intended to visit earlier. Initially, I was annoyed because it started raining again when I stepped outside. However, I decided to give it a try and started biking. Fortunately, the rain stopped after about 10 minutes. I persevered for 30 minutes and finally reached the park, having covered a distance of 7 km. Let me tell you, the effort was absolutely worth it. The park was breathtaking, and the view of the city from there was stunning. I took some great pictures and then took a moment to appreciate the beauty around me, reflecting on how wonderful my life was in that moment. It brought me immense happiness.
I returned home by metro, feeling quite tired. At that point, I found myself tempted to sabotage my own progress by convincing myself that I didn't need to go for a run since I had already done enough exercise. However, I fought the mental battle and emerged victorious. I ended up going for a run on a cold night, pushing my limits further. Remember how my goal was to run the entire park by next Tuesday? Well, I achieved it today through sheer determination and visualization. I was thrilled with my accomplishment, despite feeling tired and experiencing body aches after two hours of running. It's a great feeling.
And that wraps up today's events. Now, I'll have some dinner and do some reading. Tomorrow, I plan to apply for a job at a supermarket and, if possible, go to the disco with some friends. If not, I might go watch the Spiderman movie, "Across the Spider-Verse." Exciting times lie ahead!
See you all tomorrow!

What's going on?

A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users. If you, or someone you know has a visual impairment - these changes will also block the tools they use to access reddit, as the reddit website and official app are ill-designed and un-equipped to aid those with accessibility issues.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill many useful third party apps on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.

What's the plan?

On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed, since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.
The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.

What can you do?

1. Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
2. Spread the word. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join us at our sister sub at /ModCoord - but please don't pester mods you don't know by simply spamming their modmail, or by breaking the rules of other subreddits.
3. Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favourite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
4. Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible. This includes not harassing moderators of subreddits who have chosen not to take part: no one likes a missionary, a used-car salesman, or a flame warrior.

How does it affect you?

In 2021, Reddit opened a Canadian office. This new office symbolised a recognition of the Canadian market being a model for what Reddit was seeking in other international market places. Reddit's own COO, Jen Wong has said, “Canada is already home to a deeply engaged Reddit audience that is growing steadily by the day and it is a top priority for us and our internationalisation strategy." source
Canadians are a largely sought after market, we have a disproportionate voice to lend to this important issue. Canadians on reddit punch way above their weight class, Nanaimo will join with countless subreddits in defense of these third party apps. These applications provide us as users, and as moderators, tools that make Reddit more usable, accessible, functionable, and easier to moderate.
Countless users have reached out on this important issue, and we are in agreement. Reddit's failure to listen to the community means we must speak in unison to protect these services. For those in disagreement, we will see you back on June 15.
We acknowledge that Reddit has been reaching out to moderators, and is recognizing the concern raised by the communities. We will keep users updated through this post as the situation changes.

Hello everyone! I hope you had a great day. Here's a summary for new readers:
This journal is my way of staying accountable on my healing and self-improvement journey. It may not always be exciting, but it will always be honest and real. Now, let's get into today's entry.
Today turned out to be awesome, despite not going to the park at 4 am as I had planned. The rain made it impractical to take pictures, and I didn't want to risk damaging my camera. So, I decided to go back to sleep and get some rest instead.
When I woke up, I followed my usual routine of a 10-minute meditation and stretching. Then, I went to a food bank to collect some free groceries and have lunch. I was fortunate to receive some good food items like salami, uncooked pasta, pork, and vegetables.
After organizing the groceries, I headed to the park that I had intended to visit earlier. Initially, I was annoyed because it started raining again when I stepped outside. However, I decided to give it a try and started biking. Fortunately, the rain stopped after about 10 minutes. I persevered for 30 minutes and finally reached the park, having covered a distance of 7 km. Let me tell you, the effort was absolutely worth it. The park was breathtaking, and the view of the city from there was stunning. I took some great pictures and then took a moment to appreciate the beauty around me, reflecting on how wonderful my life was in that moment. It brought me immense happiness.
I returned home by metro, feeling quite tired. At that point, I found myself tempted to sabotage my own progress by convincing myself that I didn't need to go for a run since I had already done enough exercise. However, I fought the mental battle and emerged victorious. I ended up going for a run on a cold night, pushing my limits further. Remember how my goal was to run the entire park by next Tuesday? Well, I achieved it today through sheer determination and visualization. I was thrilled with my accomplishment, despite feeling tired and experiencing body aches after two hours of running. It's a great feeling.
And that wraps up today's events. Now, I'll have some dinner and do some reading. Tomorrow, I plan to apply for a job at a supermarket and, if possible, go to the disco with some friends. If not, I might go watch the Spiderman movie, "Across the Spider-Verse." Exciting times lie ahead!
See you all tomorrow!

For decades, the writer Gabriel Matzneff used Francesca Gee's image and letters to champion his sexual pursuit of adolescents. But her own account was rejected, until now.
March 31, 2020
PARIS—In her telling, Francesca Gee was out with a girlfriend, a late autumn day in Paris in 1983, when they spotted a new bookstore. As they lingered before the storefront, her friend suddenly pointed to the bottom of the window.
"Look, it's you!"
Ms. Gee's face was staring back at her from the cover of a novel, Drunk on Lost Wine, by Gabriel Matzneff, the writer and champion of [child and adolescent sexual abuse].
A decade earlier, at 15, Ms. Gee, had gotten involved in a traumatic three-year relationship with the much older Mr. Matzneff. Now, he was using her teenage face on his novel's cover, and her letters in its pages, without having asked her or even informing her, she said.
For decades, despite Ms. Gee's protests, Mr. Matzneff used her letters to justify [adolescent sexual abuse] and what he cast as great love affairs with teenage girls, all the while supported by members of France's literary, media, business and political elite.
Mr. Matzneff's books were endorsed by some of France's most prestigious publishers, including Gallimard, which printed Drunk on Lost Wine (Ivre du vin perdu) for nearly four decades with the same cover—in effect using Ms. Gee's face to promote the kind of relationship that has scarred some of Mr. Matzneff's victims for life.
"I'm persecuted by this image of me, which is like a malevolent double," Ms. Gee said.
Hers is the story of a woman unable to tell her own story—until now.
Ms. Gee, now 62, contacted The New York Times after the publication of an article that described how Mr. Matzneff openly wrote about and engaged in sex with teenage girls and prepubescent boys for decades.
After anguishing over her decision, Ms. Gee—who had a career as a journalist and speaks fluent English, French, Italian and Spanish—broke her silence of 44 years in a series of interviews over two days in southwest France, where she lives.
That decision was facilitated by a recent cultural shift in France.
Mr. Matzneff first achieved renown in the 1970s, when some French intellectuals regarded [adult-child sex] as a form of liberation against parental oppression. Though those views fell out of favor in the 1990s, he continued to publish and prosper until late last year.
But in the past couple of months, he was charged with promoting the sexual abuse of children, stripped of state-conferred honors and dropped by his three publishers.
Gallimard stopped selling the novel with Ms. Gee's image on the cover only in January, after the publication of Le Consentement (Consent), the first account by one of Mr. Matzneff's underage victims, Vanessa Springora.
Consent turned the widely celebrated Mr. Matzneff into a social pariah overnight. While he went into hiding in Italy, his former supporters, across France's elite, have studiously distanced themselves or jettisoned him.
When she first heard of Consent, Ms. Gee said, she was "elated" that the "Vanessa" in Mr. Matzneff's books—someone she had never met but had always considered a little sister—was speaking.
"She has done the work, I don't have to worry about it anymore," Ms. Gee remembers thinking. "But then within a week or two, I realize that I'm very much a part of this story."
In fact, nearly two decades before Consent shook up France, Ms. Gee tried—unsuccessfully—to tell her story, in 2004. She wrote a manuscript that, in detailing her involvement with Mr. Matzneff, grappled with some of the same themes and used the same vocabulary as Consent.
But no publisher accepted her manuscript.
At Albin Michel, a major house, an editor appeared receptive—but when he took Ms. Gee's manuscript to a committee, it was ultimately turned down.
In a rejection letter, the editor, Thierry Pfister, explained that some committee members had expressed reservations, noting that Mr. Matzneff, was a part of "Saint-Germain-des-Prés"—shorthand for the French publishing industry concentrated in that Paris neighborhood.
"Back then, Matzneff wasn't the old, isolated man he is today," said Mr. Pfister, who is no longer at Albin Michel. "He was still in Paris with his network, his friends."
"We made the decision not to go cross swords with that group," he recalled. "There was more to lose than to gain. I spoke in her favor. They didn't agree with me."
Mr. Matzneff's network of supporters was surprisingly wide.
In 1973, when Ms. Gee was 15 and Mr. Matzneff was 37, a friend of the writer introduced them to a gynecologist who agreed to prescribe contraceptive pills to underage girls without their parents' authorization—an illegal act back then.
In his diary of the period, "Élie et Phaéton," Mr. Matzneff writes that the gynecologist, Dr. Michèle Barzach, "at no point felt the need to lecture this man of 37 years and his lover of 15."
Ms. Gee said she saw Dr. Barzach a half-dozen times over three years, always accompanied by Mr. Matzneff.
"He calls her and makes an appointment, and we go," she recalled. "He's in the waiting room while I'm with her. And then he comes in, and they talk and he pays her."
In his other diaries, Mr. Matzneff writes that Dr. Barzach became the go-to gynecologist to whom he took underage girls for years after he and Ms. Gee parted in 1976.
Dr. Barzach, who was also a psychoanalyst, was France's health minister from 1986 to 1988 under President François Mitterrand.
From 2012 to 2015, she was the head in France of UNICEF, the United Nation's child protection agency. Citing privacy reasons, UNICEF refused to provide contact details for Dr. Barzach, who is no longer at the agency. Dr. Barzach did not reply to an interview request that UNICEF said had been forwarded to her.
"Love"? Or a "Hostage Taking"?
For decades, Mr. Matzneff claimed that his relations with underage girls had helped them for the rest of their lives. Their initiation into art, literature, love and sex, by an older man, had left them happier and freer, he claimed.
The claim—repeated by his supporters—went unchallenged until the publication in January of Consent, in which Ms. Springora writes that her involvement with Mr. Matzneff, starting at age 14, left her with psychological problems for decades.
In her unpublished manuscript of 2004, Ms. Gee described her involvement with the writer as a "cataclysm that shattered me when I was 15 years old, and that changed the course of my life"—leaving her "ashamed, bitter and confused."
The accounts by Ms. Gee and Ms. Springora are especially significant because Mr. Matzneff has often described them as two of the three great loves of his life. He devoted diaries, novels, poems and essays to each woman—material that, according to anti-[child sexual abuse] groups, provided the intellectual cover for many men to target prepubescent children or adolescent girls.
Ms. Gee recalls running into Mr. Matzneff for the first time in Paris in 1973 with her mother, who had known him years before.
David Gee, Ms. Gee's younger brother, said their parents regularly invited the writer over for dinner parties. His presence especially pleased their father, a British journalist long based in Paris who sought his place in French society.
"It was one of those very important things, socially speaking, to be established in the intelligentsia," Mr. Gee said. "That was more important than looking at the side effects of [child and adolescent sexual abuse]."
With her father's approval, Ms. Gee saw the writer over three years, unable to break away from him. Ms. Gee's father died in 2014.
Using the same methods he later would with Ms. Springora, Mr. Matzneff exercised a hold on the teenage girl. He isolated her, forbidding her to socialize with friends her age.
He pulled political strings to have Ms. Gee transferred to a high school near his home—and boasted about it in his diaries. Then he got into the habit of waiting for Ms. Gee outside her new high school, Lycée Montaigne, next to the Luxembourg Gardens.
"He came every day to make sure that everyone understood that no one was supposed to try anything with me," Ms. Gee recalled. "It was a very specific place where he was just standing there waiting for me."
Ms. Gee recently met with one of the detectives who began investigating Mr. Matzneff and his supporters in the aftermath of the publication of Consent. After she detailed her involvement with Mr. Matzneff during the five-hour meeting in Paris, she said, the detective described it as a "hostage taking."
Trapped in His Stories
Ms. Gee turned 18 in 1976 and, after several anguished attempts, was finally able to free herself from Mr. Matzneff's grip, having become more and more critical of him. "It was growing up, basically," she said.
Still, she would remain hostage for decades—trapped in his storytelling and his use of her letters.
Encouraged by Mr. Matzneff, Ms. Gee had written him hundreds of amorous and sexually explicit letters during their three years together.
Some of them he published in 1974, without her authorization, in his fierce defense of [child and adolescent sexual abuse], Les moins de seize ans (Under 16 Years Old). He was offering those letters, he wrote in another book, Les passions schismatiques, as evidence that "a relationship of love between an adult and a child could be for the latter extremely rich, and the source of a fullness of life."
Ms. Gee said the words in the letters were those of a teenager manipulated by a man the age of her parents. Her letters were also used in Ivre du vin perdu, the novel whose cover featured an illustration of her.
"Now I consider they were extorted and used as a weapon against me," Ms. Gee said.
In her manuscript, Ms. Gee writes that "he used me to justify the sexual exploitation of children and teenagers."
For years, Ms. Gee's feelings about her experience with Mr. Matzneff were "muddied." Then in the early 1990s, her understanding became clearer.
"It was only when I was almost 35 years old that I realized this wasn't a love story," Ms. Gee recalled.
It was in 1992 that she contacted Mr. Matzneff, demanding that he stop using her letters and that he return them to her. Eventually, he sent her a photocopied stack—a carefully selected batch that excluded her negative correspondence.
A decade later, in 2002, it was Mr. Matzneff who wrote to her, asking, for the first time, her permission to use old photographs of her in a book. In the turquoise blue ink that he always used to pen his letters, Mr. Matzneff offered to identify the teenager as "the young girl who inspired the character of Angiolina in Ivre du vin perdu."
Not only did Ms. Gee refuse, but she also demanded again that his books be purged of her letters and that her face be taken off the cover of Ivre du vin perdu. She also demanded that three old photographs of her be taken off a website devoted to Mr. Matzneff and created by an admirer, Frank Laganier. The photos were pulled only seven years later, in 2010, after Ms. Gee's continued pressure, she said.
Mr. Laganier, who is now living in Paris, declined interview requests. His lawyer, Emmanuel Pierrat—who is representing Mr. Matzneff in a [promotion of child sexual abuse] case and is a longtime supporter of the writer—declined to be interviewed.
In 2004, Ms. Gee began preparing to sue Gallimard, the publisher of Ivre du vin perdu, and La passion Francesca, Mr. Matzneff's diary of their relationship, but stopped because of the high legal costs. Gallimard did not respond to interview requests; Antoine Gallimard, the head of the publishing house, did not respond to an interview request sent to his email address.
Unable to stop Mr. Matzneff, Ms. Gee also could not tell her own story.
After her manuscript was rejected by Albin Michel, she took it, unsuccessfully, to several other publishing houses.
Geneviève Jurgensen, who was an editor at Bayard and met with Ms. Gee in 2004, said the manuscript's focus was not in line with Bayard, which specialized in publishing youth books, as well as works on philosophy and religion.
Ms. Jurgensen, after recently reading excerpts from the manuscript, described it as "well written" and containing "situations that seem almost word for word those described by Vanessa Springora."
"Obviously, it wasn't the quality of the book that was the issue," Ms. Jurgensen said of Ms. Gee's failure to find a publisher in 2004. "Clearly, it was 15 years too early. The world wasn't ready yet."
The final rejection came from Grasset, the very same publisher that broke a taboo by issuing Ms. Springora's Consent in January.
Martine Boutang, an editor at Grasset, remembers being moved by Ms. Gee's account, she said, but couldn't see a way to get it published: the subject was "too sensitive," and two members of Grasset's editorial committee were "close to Matzneff."
"The question wasn't the quality of the text," she said.
Ms. Gee recalls feeling that Ms. Boutang was trying to stall the project by asking her to rework a manuscript that she had no intention of publishing. Ms. Boutang said she did not remember asking for a rewrite.
By contrast, Mr. Matzneff had no problems continuing to get his writings published—including Under 16 Years Old, the book that used Ms. Gee's letters to justify [adult] sex with underage girls.
Whose Story?
In a recent interview in the Italian Riviera, where he has been hiding, Mr. Matzneff said that if Ms. Gee "called me tomorrow, I would be delighted to see her."
Ms. Gee would be delighted if she could stop being reminded of him. In a book published last November, more than four decades after she left him, Mr. Matzneff mentioned her no fewer than a dozen times. Ms. Gee herself is now working on a new manuscript on the writer.
Over the years, unexpected incidents have sometimes reminded her that she remains a prisoner inside Mr. Matzneff's story.
A few years ago, she found herself waiting outside the Lycée Montaigne, her old high school, which her niece Lélia was now attending.
"I wait for her where Matzneff used to wait for me," Ms. Gee recalled.
Over lunch, her niece, a literature student, told her that she was "working on a contemporary author called Gabriel Matzneff."
That's how Lélia, who is now 25, learned that the books she had been reading described a "family history," she says. To this day, she says, she had talked little with her aunt about her days with Mr. Matzneff.
"Most of what I know about all of this comes from Gabriel Matzneff, and not my aunt," she said. "And that's exactly where the problem lies."

Reddit Username: PlumpPhoenix
Discord Name: plumpphoenix
Name and House: Torrhen Hornwood
Age: 21
Cultural Group: Northerner (First Men)
Religion: Old Gods
Appearance: Torrhen has short dark brown hair that is at most ear length, and is clean shaven. He is of average height but has a robust build. He is very much a warrior. He is slightly darker than the average Northman, a tan that was obtained over his years as a sellsword in Essos. He has dark gray eyes that are prototypical of a Northman. He dresses simply, wearing furs and leathers with little adornment to them. The only symbol on his clothing is that of his house, that of the bull moose. Even then, the adornment is small in size.
Trait: Strong
Skill(s): One-Handed Swords (e), Two-Handed Weapons (e), Riding , Vanguard (e), Tactician
Talent(s): Games (Board/Card), Gardening, Cooking
Negative Trait: N/A
Starting Title(s): Lord of the Hornwood
Starting Location(s): White Harbor (changed this on advice of another player)
Alternate Characters: N/A
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Bio:
Torrhen Hornwood was born the last of four children to Lord Jorah Hornwood and Lady Alys Glover. His elder siblings in order of birth are Beron Hornwood, Alaric Hornwood, and Alarra Hornwood. As the third-born son and the youngest in the family, it was generally expected that he would not inherit into any lands or holdings. In most other families, it would have been likely that Torrhen would have received a lord’s education from a Maester before going off to find his own destiny and life. However, Lord Jorah Hornwood was a man who was a meticulous planner, and assigned every child’s destiny to them shortly after birth. He had dreams of making House Hornwood a house of great repute and renown, and wished each child of his to form a part of a greater whole. Therefore, Beron Hornwood, as the eldest, was specifically trained to be the lord’s heir, to be a master of diplomacy and intrigue, to charm and to impress. Alaric, the lord’s spare, was educated in numbers and administration, so that he would serve as his brother’s steward and principle advisor. Alarra was raised to be the perfect lady, so that she might help to forge a marriage alliance with another noble house. Finally, Torrhen was raised to be a soldier, so that he might server as the master-at-arms and lead his brother’s armies. Although his father had his plans, he could be cruel in crushing his children’s other interests and hobbies.
As such, when it came to skill at arms, although all the sons received some training, it was Torrhen who was deemed the primary focus of the master-at-arms instruction, and worked in a brutal regime, drilling for hours each day every day. He was additionally brought up learning military strategy and tactics, and studying ancient battles from before and after the Conquest. He did learn what would be considered an acceptable education for a noble in numbers and letters from the Maester, but beyond that his father demanded that Torrhen focus on martial skills. This decision did not disappoint Torrhen, as he largely did not really care about nor have any particular talent or gift for numbers and administration.
He was not particularly close with any of his brothers or sister, in part due to an 6 year age gap between the younger two siblings and himself, and also due to a difference in upbringing, as the other three siblings were educated together largely under the care of the Maester, whereas Torrhen was largely educated out in the field. The only member of his family with whom he was close to was his mother, who secretly taught Torrhen how to garden, as such a hobby was considered by Lord Jorah Hornwood to be beneath Torrhen. On his 14th name day, Torrhen was given a fine crafted bastard sword as a gift and has subsequently used that blade in every battle and fight he has been in.
In 195 AC, when Torrhen came of age, Lord Jorah Hornwood announced that Torrhen would depart for Essos at once, where he would take up residency and arms among the Ragged Standard, so that he would further hone his martial skills in genuine live combat. All the necessary arrangements had been made, and Torrhen departed that evening. Whilst overseas fighting in the Disputed Lands, he became familiar with foreign cultures and developed an interest in them. During this time, he became acquainted with various board and card games that were frequently played among sellswords, and was halfway decent at them. He additionally began to learn the basic tenets of cooking, after he grew tired of eating the same gruel that the Ragged Standard called food. This skill came particularly useful during a difficult campaign in the Disputed Lands, where the sellswords of the Ragged Standard were forced to consume rats and insects to survive. However, life was not all perfect in the Hornwood. In 198 AC, Beron Hornwood disappeared without a trace one evening. Servants had opened his chamber door to find the bed neatly made and empty, with no evidence of any struggle. None of the guards had seen him depart and to this day his disappearance remains a mystery. When Lord Jorah sought to recall his second son, Alaric, home from the Free Cities where he was being educated more deeply in numbers, the ship that was carrying Alaric was destroyed in a storm and sank without even seeing White Harbor. In the face of many of his sons dying and his lifelong established plans being torn asunder, Lord Jorah died in a fit of rage.
The news of Lord Jorah and his two elder brother’s deaths only reached Torrhen in 200 AC, when he had returned to Lys after a final campaign in the Disputed Lands. Upon finding out the news, he chartered a ship to White Harbor, where he expects to assume his duties as the Lord of the Hornwood.
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Timeline:
179 AC - Torrhen Hornwood is born the fourth child of Lord Jorah Hornwood and Lady Alys Glover
183 AC - Torrhen begins learning the basics of gardening from his mother
185 AC - Torrhen begins his training in arms with the Master-at-Arms of the Hornwood
193 AC - Torrhen is gifted his bastard sword
195 AC - Torrhen departs Westeros to join the Ragged Standard and engage in combat in the Disputed Lands
197 AC - Torrhen distinguishes his skill as a commander and fighter in a difficult campaign while in the Disputed Lands.
200 AC - After returning from campaign, Torrhen discovers the news about his father and brothers and opts to return to Westeros and the North.
200 AC - Torrhen arrives in White Harbor. Present Day.
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Hornwood Family Tree
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NPCs
Alarra Hornwood: (Archetype: Castellan) Alarra is not considered a comely nor homely woman and is tall and strong, taller than Torrhen. She wears her dark brown hair with braids and it flows down to her shoulders. She possesses intelligent dark gray eyes, and has a mind suitable for administration and numbers. She enjoys wearing subtle grays and whites as color in her clothing, and wears slightly more elaborate clothing, such as fine linens and silks.
Lady Alys Glover: (Archetype: Trader) Lady Alys, the mother of Alarra and Torrhen, is still alive. She has black hair that has begun to gray, and has brown eyes that are soft. Despite her age, she still possesses a strength in her posture and eyes. She is a woman of average height and build. She dresses similar to her daughter, but wears more reds and grays in the color of her house.
Maester Walder: (Archetype: Medic) The Maester assigned to serve the Lord of the Hornwood. He is a man of middle age, with a slight receding hairline of gray hair.

We've been together for 13 years, married for 9. Have a kid.
Early into the relationship, she had encounters a series of professional and personal setbacks, was quite severely depressed for a whole year or so, and has never worked since, mainly because of completely out-of-touch demands for a job. She "tried" looking for an imaginary inexistent perfect job for 2-3 years, then eventually realized it will never happened, and settled on being a housewife.
During her depression, I was, as per her own words, "extremely supportive, more than anyone, and more than she could have expected", despite some repeated difficulties and breaches of trust on her part (such as using my credit card for compulsive shopping to alleviate her depressive mood -- this happened a few times during that first year, but never since). Her unproductive job searching in the following years were extremely stressful for me, not because of her not working/not contributing to the household income, but rather because of her genuine belief that she'd find a position for which she had no qualification whatsoever. I had to learn to avoid this topic altogether and not to give my opinion in order to avoid either arguments or tears. I adapted rather quickly, but I would never feel completely at ease with her, as I couldn't share everything I was thinking with her anymore -- a part of myself I had to conceal from her.
We had a few otherwise happy years. I worked like crazy to provide for both of us, and make sure she's not missing anything. I won't go into details, but suffice to say, I don't know anyone who is working as much as I do in my -- very stressful -- field, let alone for as long as I did. I do about 1.5 to 2.5 times the usual workload. In return, he made sure to be the perfect housewife, taking care of food, cleaning, and so forth. I essentially only had to bring the money.
Then, after a few miscarriages (which took their toll on both of us, but obviously mostly on her), we had a kid. Ever since, she shifted her 100% of her attention on the kid: house not cleaned for weeks, mountains of dirty dishes everywhere (and not cleaned for up to 1-2 weeks sometimes), you can imagine the picture.
Now, I understand that taking care of child is a full time job, especially during the first few months, and I couldn't really help out all that much with childcare and house chores, not because I didn't want to, but because I physically could not to. Oftentimes, I have less than 6 hours off between two workdays, and I have to sleep sometime, too. I helped as much as I could when I could though (and I admit, that was not often).
That being said, despite being overwhelmed, she also refused any reasonable solutions, such as daycare, for instance, which also caused some arguments as I have always believed that daycare is also important for socialization.
Being always tired, she became increasingly short-tempered and snappy, to the point I grew reluctant to tell her when I'm hungry. Most of the time, she would make me food, but one time out of ten, she would respond with something snappy : "do you think I have nothing better to do?", "you can wait till tomorrow", or with some kind of passive-agressive muttering. There is a kind of catch-22 situation, here, as she very strongly dislikes me using the kitchen, because she's very OCD about where each utensil should go, whereas I am very sloppy, and I always end up misplacing something.
I have repeatedly tried communicating to her that I understand her being tired, but I'm tired too, and I'd appreciate her simply stating the fact that she's busy/tired, without sarcasm, especially given that I never make a scene when she cannot cook or clean or anything else I might ask her to do. To no avail.
So to wrap it up, the more it went on, the more stressed and anxious I become, literally anxious interacting with her because I am always afraid of the next thing that will set her off, and always painfully aware than any peaceful stretch is temporary and fleeting. I have to say that a great deal of the situation is on me, as I got "sensitized" and even minor things can make me feel rejected and anxious, probably through a combination of repetition and apprehension.
In short, I get so anxious and sad that I can't even think straight, and my reaction is to stonewall to avoid further stress. I know stonewalling is bad and immature, but I can't help it, even though the fact of stonewalling stressed me out too (because I know it's hurtful), but talking is even more overwhelming stressful.
This situation degenerated to the present state of affairs, where I have been sleeping on a cot in the garage for the last 3 weeks, barely talking to her except when absolutely necessary, and avoiding looking at her. I am seriously anxious about mending things, because I am all too aware that this will happen again, and again, and again. At least, right now, my senses are somewhat numb, so it's less painful that living a few weeks of peace (always fearful of it ending any time), and the feeling the pain of rejection once again. Simply writing this paragraph, my heart is already thumping and my ears are ringing :(
Anyways, the thing is that despite me still loving her, and wanting the best for her, she stresses me out so much I don't even see a way out.
I just had a dinner celebrating the retirement of a coworker, and for a few hours I didn't think of wife, and it felt so liberating that it even feels wrong and guilt-inducing. And that's what motivated me to post this.
tl;dr: Relationship at a dead-end, and I panic at the idea of working on it despite still loving her. Should I call it quits?

“Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.” (1 Peter 1:8-9)
Peter had seen the Lord, but he was writing to those who hadn’t, including us. Like them, we can have a personal relationship with the Lord, even though we haven’t physically seen Him. “Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed” (John 20:29). Also like them, we can have terrible trials (1 Peter 1:7). Their responses to Christ while in the midst of trials, as given in our text, are likewise appropriate for us.
They loved Him: Love many times makes a trial bearable. “We love him, because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19). “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13). “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?” (Romans 8:35). He loves us too much to abandon us, and we love Him in return.
They believed: “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth [or believes] in thee” (Isaiah 26:3). “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters” (Jeremiah 17:7-8). Our faith is well founded.
They rejoiced: “But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy” (1 Peter 4:13). The proper response to trials brings inexpressible joy. The end of such faith as explained in our text is the complete and ultimate salvation of our souls, with many victories of faith along the way. JDM
https://www.icr.org/article/14068/?utm_source=phplist10641&utm_medium=email&utm_content=HTML&utm_campaign=June+8+-+Love%2C+Faith%2C+Joy

Hi all, I have a nested datastructure where Cell contains a list of nested instances of Cell, but also a pointer to a parent instance. I've dumbed down the code to the example listed below but still, when I call printCell() recursively the pointer to parent seems to get mangled -- the code prints "random" ids for the parent Cells.
complete code:

#include  #include  /** * just an id generator */ class Generator { private: static int id; public: static int getId() { return ++id; } }; int Generator::id = 0; /** * class under scrutiny */ class Cell { private: int level; // this is to stop the recursion only in this test code Cell* parent; std::list nested; void addNested(Cell child) { child.setParent(this); this->nested.push_back(child); } public: int id; Cell(int level = 0) : level(level) { this->id = Generator::getId(); if (this->level < 2) { this->createNested(); } } void createNested() { for (int i = 0; i < 2; i++) { Cell cell(this->level + 1); this->addNested(cell); } } std::list getNested() { return this->nested; } void setParent(Cell* p) { this->parent = p; } Cell* getParent() { return this->parent; } }; void printCell(Cell cell, int level) { printf("%*s#%d has %ld nested cells and parent is %d.\n", level*2, "", cell.id, cell.getNested().size(), cell.getParent()->id); for (Cell nested : cell.getNested()) { printCell(nested, level+1); } } int main() { Cell cell; cell.createNested(); printCell(cell, 0); return 0; } 

This will output something like this:

#1 has 4 nested cells and parent is 1. #2 has 2 nested cells and parent is 1. #3 has 0 nested cells and parent is 4. #4 has 0 nested cells and parent is 4. #5 has 2 nested cells and parent is 1. #6 has 0 nested cells and parent is 4. #7 has 0 nested cells and parent is 4. #8 has 2 nested cells and parent is 1. #9 has 0 nested cells and parent is 8. #10 has 0 nested cells and parent is 8. #11 has 2 nested cells and parent is 1. #12 has 0 nested cells and parent is 11. #13 has 0 nested cells and parent is 11. 

Three things to note: - Instance #1 should not point to its own id as parent as it never gets a parent assigned. - the parent ids of all instances on the first nesting level is always correct - the parent ids of all instances of deeper nesting levels is always wrong

Ik i'll get a good one from my APES teacher (APES does count for stem right...?)
APCSA teacher told us that she literally has a boilet plate template which she barely changes, and even though that's the major I want to do, she dosen't have the most positive impression of me. Probably got one of the highest grades my ap calc teacher saw in his life time. But... that's about it. No other substance to the letter.
Really leaning towards lang rn. Even though I didn't participate as much as I should've, the teacher is known for writing good letters and i feel like she'll know a bit more about me from my essays, which I 've always excelled on. I'll also have her for Lit next year. So if i do pick her, should i get the letter now, or try to make more of an effort for the first month of school next year and ask her then? I just don't want her to forget this years stuff...

I’d placed a BOPIS order first day of SAS to ensure there were some of the throwback items I would be able to keep if I liked them. Well, I don’t like Plumeria or Juniper Breeze so when picking up my order, I returned the items right then and there. The associate asked how she was supposed to process an online return and the manager she asked said “it’s easier to just process it as a no receipt return.” Even though, ya know, I didn’t even leave the store with these items and I have the email + the slip is in the bag.
Because of this, they couldn’t refund my original payment method and put it on a gift card. I’m sure I’ll use the GC eventually but I was kind of annoyed because I would’ve much rather had the money go back into my bank account, especially considering it was NOT a no receipt return 🙃

I like to sleep to ASMR, but I currently use my Galaxy buds2 and the problem is that bluetooth earbuds just fall out by the morning and I have to rummage through my sheets. And then they drain of battery which sucks cuz I need them during the day and also rely on them for my alarms (which then gets risky if I have dead earbuds blocking the sound of my phone's alarms). Even with wired earbuds they'd just fall out and tangle.
What's a good ASMR headphone I can listen to that works for a side-sleeper (which means bulky normal headphones won't really work)? Are any of the headband type of headphones actually good, or do they tend to fail or break in practice? Or are there any comfortable earbuds that won't fall out overnight? What should I be looking for, IEM/open/closed/wireless?
It'd also be nice to have headphones that work well for day-time use, for when I'm multi-tasking with music or chill ASMR but not sleeping (but then again I already have my galaxy buds.. although they tend to hurt my ears if I wear it for too long).
I don't have an exact budget, but I'd prefer not to spend more than $300, preferably under $150 (my Galaxy buds2 were like $110). But I also don't want something that's like a knockoff that will likely die in a few months of use.
I'm willing to go up to $400 if the quality and quality-of-life differences are such an undeniable huge upgrade from $300 or $200 or $100, but at some point there are diminishing returns and I'd prefer to cap it.

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