Sprout are looking for volunteers for an upcoming event at Sneinton Hermitage Community Centre on Sunday 29th November from 12-3pm.

The fete-style event titled ‘Beat the Recession!’ is going to be a free family fun day with lots of activities focussed around ‘beating the recession’ and saving money through environmentally sound practices.

The areas we need help in are building your own window box and planting it with free plants and making greetings cards with recycled materials

The event will include free workshops, a ‘free shop’, free activities for children, book swaps, face-painting, opportunities to get help repairing/altering clothes and mending small broken electrical items, workshops on building your own window box and planting it with free plants, free food and cooking-on-a-budget recipes to keep you warm through winter, advice on choosing a bike and accessories, bike maintenance, crafts, budgeting tips, live music and lots more!

There will be free food at the event and volunteer travel expenses can be reimbursed if a public transport receipt is shown. Sneinton Hermitage Community Centre is on Sneinton Bouelvard.  The best way to get there is to get the number 23 bus from outside Boots/ Wilkos in town and get off just before Sneinton Dale, turn right onto Sneinton Hollows and the Community centre is at the bottom of Sneinton Hollows where it meets Sneinton Bouelvard on the left hand side.

Contact Jabran on: 07528481510 or email jabran@partnershipcouncil.co.uk.

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The Challenge: I will be buying all organic (or local, sustainable, whatever you want to call it) groceries on a limited budget. This budget will start high, and then I will gradually readjust it. I will attempt to spend as little money as possible, and every week will post a recipe, my grocery list (with prices), and talk about what has worked and what hasn’t worked.

For now, my budget is $45 a week. I will work it down to an even more thrifty budget if possible. This budget is for food, so it does include eating out. If I buy too many groceries to feasibly eat out, I’ll take money from my “fun” budget. My goal is to make my trips to the co-op for the week around $30.

Plans to Meet the Challenge: I will make two large meals a week, and save the leftovers. I will also make my own bread/bagels/other baked goods. I’m going to drastically cut back on the amount of meat that I consume. Whenever possible, I will buy in bulk (grains, seeds, granola, etc.) and make things from scratch, with enough for leftovers for at least a week. I will also eat all of the food that I purchase, rather than letting anything go to waste.

Let’s do this! I’m excited!

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…had lots and lots and lots of milk, and thought YUM.

So Silvie is actually 8 months 1 week in this picture but it took a week to find a day with enough natural light to take a flash-free picture.  Yes, the rainy season has come again to our beloved Pacific Northwest.  And we love it.  It’s so green and mossy outside and cozy inside.  But we digress.

I realize these pictures are BLUE.  Yes, I clearly need to spend some time in Photoshop to color-correct them.  But I don’t have time to log onto Nate’s computer on which Photoshop dwelleth and the grandparents asked for new pictures today so here they are.  Blue and all.  Maybe Nate will have time tomorrow to make our girl rosy-cheeked in the pictures as she is in real life.

Dot writes:

[A mother (for example, the mother of two small boys when her husband is away) scales vast mountains and deep canyons of emotion, solves problems of fiendish complexity, and draws on profound wells of courage, endurance and baby-wipes. But somehow, when she tries to tell people the details of her intense, absorbing experiences, they come out oddly boring. So I am going to recount the events of Wednesday in a language that does them justice: the language of Adventure. There will be occasional translations and annotations in Boring for the literal-minded.]

Part One

The knights, Sir Hugh and Sir Frank, had feasted richly [had breakfast] in Castle Home and the minstrels’ song [the morning dose of Bob the Builder] was drawing to a close.

“It is time for a quest,” said the wizard Gandot [Dot, of course]. “We must journey to Castle Library and seek the books of wisdom, which in Sir Hugh’s case tend to concern diggers. Let us mount the steed Buggy.”

So they mounted the steed Buggy and journeyed to Castle Library. Sir Frank fell asleep, for this was not his quest.

At Castle Library Sir Hugh quickly saw a Book of Wisdom concerning diggers. But, alas! it was already in the possession of another knight [the other little boy was a bit older and, as is the way with children who've outgrown that kind of behaviour, seemed wholly nonplussed by Hugh's mini-tantrum]. Sir Hugh, overcome by rage, couched his lance and prepared to do battle. Gandot had to restrain him lest he forfeit his honour as a knight and fail in the quest. Fortunately she spotted another Book of Wisdom also concerning diggers and Sir Hugh’s terrible rage subsided. But then, most treacherously, Sir Hugh was attacked from in front by a beanbag and a wooden box and was grievously wounded. [He tripped over, slammed into the edge of the box, and got a cut and a humdinger of a black eye]. Gandot had to apply wizard salves [cuddles - couldn't put on a plaster because of where the cut was]. But Sir Hugh had triumphed in his quest. He left Castle Library with four Books of Wisdom, including one about trains that he grabbed at the last minute and that’s definitely too old for him.

Sir Hugh and his wound

Part Two

“It is now time for another quest,” said Gandot. “We must seek out the House of Succour, north of the Sea of Liffey and beside the Field of the Burning Fowl [we'd been invited to visit the lady who's doing my teaching while I'm on leave; she happens to be the wife of my head of department, and they live near Phoenix Park on the northside]. It is a long and arduous journey and we may get lost. This is my quest,” she added magnanimously, for Sir Hugh and Sir Frank were both overcome by weariness. Gandot strapped the sleeping knights to the great steed Scenic and set out. Fortune smiled on their journey and they did not get lost, negotiating the high passes of the North Circular Road with surprising swiftness. At the House of Succour Sir Frank awoke and undertook a quest for boob. The Lady of Succour feasted Gandot and Sir Hugh upon fish pie and chelsea buns, and then she led them all to the Field of the Burning Fowl where Sir Hugh jousted nobly [there's a great playground in Phoenix Park] and Gandot and the Lady conversed with courtesy and delight. Sir Frank repeated his quest for boob. As Gandot and the knights made ready to depart the Lady loaded them with fair gifts [lentil soup, bread, jam and a couple more chelsea buns, all homemade]. Then Gandot turned the great steed Scenic towards Castle Home, little knowing that this was to be the hardest part of the quest [though I should have seen it coming as it was rush hour].

Part Three

This time fortune did not smile on the journey. Dark had fallen; lashed by winter’s sleet and battered in the howling winds, Gandot and her knights fought their way across the northern wastes [it was raining]. The Glue Trolls [traffic jams] were out, sucking and dragging at their steed’s feet, and when Gandot tried to leave the North Circular Road for a different path the Misdirection Wraiths sent her straight back onto it. They were heading for the toll bridge! And she could not find her gold! For a moment Gandot panicked, thinking she had left her gold at the House of Succour, but then she remembered it was in the pocket of her coat. [So I stopped and got it out of the car boot.] So slow was the steed’s movement that Gandot was able to consult her map and find a road that crossed the Sea of Liffey by the Custom House, but that too was infested by Glue Trolls and she resigned herself to the toll. At least it meant avoiding the dreadful troll-haunts of Ballsbridge. But the toll-route too was full of trolls, and so was Strand Road in Sandymount, and the great steed itself seemed almost to be turning to stone under their influence. Sir Hugh’s courage was failing; he began to weep, and then he succumbed to his exhaustion [it was actually rather a good thing both boys were now asleep]. Gandot struggled on alone but she too was faltering, and wishing she had not left all the food in the saddle-bags. But inch by inch she battled against the trolls, and inch by inch they yielded, and finally, battered, starved and aching she reached Castle Home once more.

[It took over two hours to drive from Phoenix Park to Dalkey. Two hours! My clutch knee still hurts just thinking about it.]

Even then their travails were not over. Sir Hugh awoke under the influence of a pernicious enchantment that caused him to wail, grizzle and insist on sitting on Gandot’s knee, just as Sir Frank also awoke and began an extremely urgent quest for boob; weakened as she was by hunger, Gandot could scarcely summon her wizard powers. With her final ounce of strength she provided a cereal bar for Sir Hugh and some chopped pear which was also meant for Hugh but which she ended up eating herself. The elder knight was persuaded to settle for snuggling against Gandot’s side while the younger completed his quest. And, slowly, they all regained their strength.

[And after a bit I finally got to eat some of that bread and it was absolutely yummy.]

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Gabriel Serrasqueiro já levou o projeto Wrecked Machines para todos
os cantos do planeta. Agora, aproveita para apresentar à Europa
seu projeto de techno: Gabe Live, com destaque para gigs em Londres
e Portugal. No dia 06 de novembro tocou ao lado de Dimitri Nakov
na inauguração do Domus Alcântara, em Portugal. Já no dia 07 apresentou
seus 2 projetos na festa londrina Digital Tribe.

Gabe, com seu novo projeto, já foi indicado a prêmios internacionais
de DJ revelação, além de lançar uma série de músicas em labels europeus,
como a Sprout do renomado Dj e produtor D-Nox.

FONTE
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:: GEBBEG >> http://gebbeg.com.br/?p=7010

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Dear Frank,

I want to write a post for you. We share a lot of cuddles and a lot of feeds, you and I, but somehow it’s still your big brother who gets all the column inches. He is so big and loud and you are so small and – well, loud, but less loud. Actually you are a very polite baby and take ages to resort to shouting, preferring a sort of light snort when you’d like to be noticed. I’ve tried this myself at bars and, trust me, it doesn’t work. I have no doubt you’ll learn to resort to the ear-bursting stuff rather quicker in future.

You are now seven weeks and three days old. You have got over the jaundice and the sticky eyes have mostly cleared up too, leaving you as a pale pink piglet, soft and plump, with a cute little snub nose and eyes that may well remain blue. You have those silly short limbs that babies have but I think you may be leggier than your brother. You are certainly an easier baby than he was, without being a passive lump; you don’t have colic, though you’re currently suffering a cold, and you will sit quite happily for some time in your Exciting Vibrating Bouncy Chair, listening to its inane music and staring at your father’s philosophy books. You’re smiling earlier and more often than Hugh: we saw what we thought might be the first one at five-and-a-half weeks and you now regularly respond to our smiles. You patiently endure Hugh’s embraces, though it’s possible you will enact a dire revenge later.

In one respect you are awkward: you don’t reliably feed to sleep, and even if you do you almost always wake up if placed in your cot. You have decided that Mummy and Daddy’s bed is much better. So I get to cuddle your warm little curled up form all night, half out of the covers because I’m scared you’ll be suffocated, providing a breast whenever you wake up and start to snuffle. You feed frequently – about every two hours during the day, with one longer stretch – but at night (at present) you usually make it through from nine-ish until about two and then again until five. You don’t poo very much, which is considerate.

You are a charming little person. Even now you are beginning to unfold from the tightly sealed newborn bud of yourself, but you’re still mostly hidden away. I love you now, but I’m also impatient to meet the you you will become.

Your adoring Mum,

Dot.

The Endless Summer I e II

Classico! Qualquer surfista de verdade já assistiu esses filmes pelo menos umas 100 vezes!

…LOST The Decline of Surfing Civilization

Uma mistura de Jackass com surf agressivo, filmado com câmeras de baixa qualidade e trinha sonora punk (muito boa) criam o clima de anarquia do surf. Pode não agradar a todos mas é uma das faces do surf.

Sprout

Simplesmente arte! Excelente filme de Soul surf. Uma trilha sonora calma toca enquanto mestres usam seus longs e fishs sem se importar com performance ou competições. Pode dar sono em alguns momentos mas é quase uma poesia.

Billabong Odyssey

Documentário feito para as grandes telas, com imagens impressionantes de ondas gigantes. Relata um expedição de 3 anos em busca das maiores valas do planeta. Um bom filme para se assistir com quem não surfa também.

My baby is 2! I cant really believe it.  Where a has the time gone?

Just over two years ago he was here…

and he looked like this…

Then, on the night of the 4th of November, I went to bed at about 11pm, I got up to go to the bathroom a few times and at about 1am on the 5th of November, after getting up for the umpteenth time, my water broke.

Paul had only got to bed at midnight and it took a while for him to wake up, I think the rough shake to his shoulder and the “Paul, my waters broke, the baby is coming!” finally did the trick.

For the next half hour it was like something out of a movie, Paul ran around like a headless chicken and we made calls to the hospital and tried to finish packing my hospital bag.

You see, Aaron decided that he didn’t want to wait for the end of the month, he had had enough and decided that 4 weeks early was when he would be joining us.  My bags were not really packed, I had just started my maternity leave and his room wasn’t finished, I hadnt had my hair done, or waxed my bits.  I was scheduled for a c-section in two weeks time and thought that I had plenty time to finish everything off…

We got to the hospital and settled in at about 3am.  At 6 am I recieved my spinal and by 6:30am on 5th November Aaron Baruch Jacobson was born.

In our excitement Paul forgot to take a camera into the theatre (or even his cell phone) so we didnt get any pics of Aaron straight after he was born but we sure made up for it…

And then he turned 1!

And now, now he is 2!!!!

the characters are in order: neleh, linwood, hau, lalima, quamra, and erin

Patrick’s Cartoons posterous

Are you aged 16-25? Do you want to learn about Organic Gardening?

Sprout have once again teamed up with Nottingham Organic Gardeners who are offering young people the chance to join them at their workdays on Whitemoor allotments.

The next workday is this Saturday 21st November and young people are being given the opportunity to learn about organic gardening techniques by working alongside them on their plot.

The session will run from 10am – 2pm and will be followed by a meal on the allotment using allotment produce.
The sessions have been going really well so far and all of the feedback from young people who have attended has been positive!  No former gardening experience is necessary, just a willingness to chip in, learn and get involved!

If you’re interested in joining us, please call  Rachel on 0115- 9708200 or 07528481510 to confirm! If you can help, please meet us at Partnership Council, 47 Gregory Boulevard at 9.45am and we can head up to the allotment site together. Please wear old clothes and tough footwear. Gloves and refreshements will be provided.

Sinds de krediet crisis denk ik dat geregeld, nu lees ik het in de Sprout - familiebedrijf interview – een gesprek met Dhr. John Fentener van Vlissingen (70), hij spreekt zich openlijk uit over de kop van dit artikel. Zijn woorden.

“Ik geef talent veel vrijheid”, in de www.fb50.nl staan in de top 4, 2 ja twéé bedrijven van de familie Fentener van Vlissingen.

Geweldig!

Heel goed van de Sprout om de aandacht eens te verleggen naar FAMILIE bedrijven. Wat beursgenoteerde bedrijven missen dat hebben familiebedrijven in overvloed.

Energie, visie, committed, stabiel, flexibel, no nonsense, geen bonus cultuur, lange termijn, harde werkers, maar vooral een wilskracht om met klanten en arbeiders het ondernemersucces te realiseren.

Zijn we wel goed en zuinig op deze bedrijven, en hoe gaat Den Haag – de politiek – hier mee om, brengen de huidige fiscale regels de toekomst van de familie bedrijven niet heel erg in gevaar.

Peck, Dale. Sprout. 2009. 277 p. Bloomsbury. $16.99. (978-1-59990-160-2). Gr. 9-12.

Teenager Sprout has a secret. And it’s not his green hair (duh). And it’s not the fact that he’s gay, though his English teacher, the redoubtable – and occasionally inebriated — Mrs. Miller, who is coaching him for the Kansas State Essay Contest, wishes it were. No, it’s – oh, heck, just read this offbeat, occasionally over-the-top but always engaging gay coming-of-age-in-conservative-Kansas story to find out. You may be surprised.  – Michael Cart