Dude, that's a good one, Fallen. Oh, gosh. There's some big one in back here. That's it. Running. God, I can't even reel. You might be bigger than that. Second biggest today. There's one. Yeah. Oh, oh, I think it's six. I think it's a six. I think it's a six. Oh, yeah. Oh, my God. This is something. That's good. Today, we're going to be fishing with some big jigs for some big bass. I've been wanting to film one of these videos for a while. I've seen a lot of comments of you guys saying, Noah, go back fishing with some big jigs. And today, we're going to be doing that. I'll show you guys what we're throwing in a moment. Here are my boy, Fletcher. If you guys want to check out his channel, you can check it out in the description box below. If you guys are new to the channel, hit that subscribe button, hit the notification bell, and also hit the like button if you guys are new to the channel, but without further ado, let's go ahead and walk over here. We're going to show you what we're throwing, what we're rigging it up on, and also what we're going to be fishing out of today. Let's get it.  So he's got the old rig right here, got the trailer, got the John Boat in the water. This is actually a place where me and Norm filmed an episode a couple of weeks ago, and we caught a bunch of big fish. So that's why I'm excited to throw the big jigs. If you guys are wondering about my main boat, my big boat, my Ranger, big boat videos on the lakes and the rivers, this, this and that, those are going to be coming soon. I just have not been home enough to get the boat out. And also the river is freaking flooded. So anyways, let's go ahead and show you guys what I'm going to be using, what Fletcher's going to be using, and the combos that we're going to be throwing them on. You guys know my favorite jig this past year was definitely the Divine Hybrid Jig by Sixth Sense. If you guys are interested, you can check them out, I'll pop up my code. If not, that doesn't matter, but if you are, it'll be down below. Anyways, I'm going to be throwing a Hybrid Jig. Fletcher's going to be throwing a Hybrid Jig, and on the back of them, we're going to be pairing it up with either a Stroker Crawl or a Prawn. So the difference between these, this one, the Prawn is like more of a beaver bait, it's a smaller beaver bait. On tough days, I like to use it just because it doesn't have as much vibration. The Stroker Crawl has the little pincers on the end, it's going to put off a little more vibration, so if they're a little more active, I'd use that, especially in dirty water. But yeah, so I think I'm going to start off with the Green Pumpkin Hybrid Jig by Sixth Sense. Fletcher, if you don't mind, do you mind throwing the black and blue? Not at all. That'd be cool, so you'll throw the black, yes, pepper, pepper, yeah. For your crawls, Fletcher, let's put you with the black and blue Stroker Crawl and the black and blue Prawn, is that cool? Perfect. So you can pick your poison there, you got a little bit of options, and also, It doesn't matter I'm a beachy anyway. Here's some backups, bro, you'll use that. This is going to be kind of cool, so we're going to see, you know, natural color or black and blue. Let's get it started. So a little quick change in plans, I'm actually going to go with the black and blue with a Stroker Crawl on the back of it. I just think with this water clarity, it's still a little clear, but it's still got a slight stain to it. So I think this is going to be golden. We're going to start off over here with some lay down, skip this jig up in the trees, hopefully pull out a dinosaur of a bass. So let's get this started. We're going to go over there in a second, I might as well just fancast. Hopefully we'll catch a giant. I got to do it. I got to do it. No time at all. Dude, this is real.  This reel is so good. First cast on the jerkbait, just tank, dude. That mat right there, that's a good little area that they would have some bed. Dude, I can easily hit the bank from here. There's two mats, let's go. I got them, bro. All ready? Yes, I hit the bank from here, bro. Oh! On the jerky jerk? Yes, on the jerkbait. Sorry guys, I freaking, I'm sorry. Fletcher's messing with this GoPro. I had to pull out the jerky squirky. Get to work, baby. The Provoke by six cents, sucker catches them. How big is he? Oh, he ain't bad. On the Provoke, look at his eyes, dude. Got the orange eyes. You know what we didn't grab? Pliers. Oh, you're recording. What's up? How you guys doing? We got one on the Provoke. Fletcher was getting his camera ready. I was like, you know what? I'm gonna cheat for a second and beautiful little old bass. I'm gonna get this guy off the hook and get back in there with a jig. That's the plan. Look at that. I'm gonna be right here, guys. I'm actually very impressed by it. I know you guys saw a video not too long ago of the Provoke catching some nice fish. I'm very impressed because this thing, I believe is only like $8, $9. And you guys know, if you guys know kicking their bass from the years back, I use Megabass and Megabass jerkbaits are awesome, but they're also almost $30. And to see something like this come out that actually works pretty much in my opinion, just as good as a Megabass for a quarter of the price, or one third of the price, that says something. Beautiful one. Right there, I noticed a big jig video. We're gonna hop into it. Let's get it. There we go. Freaking slams it. We're getting up in the trees. If they're in the trees, they should eat it. Oh! Dude, I watched that fish come out of nowhere and try to eat it. Did you see them? Yeah, I saw them. I couldn't tell how big he was, but I saw his flash. We're about to find out. Decent one, yes, sir! Dude, that was so cool. That's teamwork right there, baby. That was so cool. That was epic. I'm about to say you're about to find out. He ate it. I was from ripping it up to take a cast, and he just grabbed it. He's honestly as big as I thought he was. Just about a pound and a half, two pounds, you know? I don't even think he's about a pound and a half. That was cool, though. That was my first jig fish. Got literally the rebound from Fletcher there. That was cool. We watched him just come in, like just eat his as he was reeling it back in. Beautiful little fish right here. Get him back in. Okay. Like jerkbait heaven right here. Just saying, you know, not saying anything, but just saying that I gotta pick it up. Sorry. She's asking for me, I just, I turned around, I saw the wind, the front's blowing in. Fish wants you to shed. I'm sorry, but I'm about to smack a four pounder on a jerkbait. I'm gonna cast first, you just cast over me. I just want to get one off that. There you go. Cast anywhere over me. You're good. Dude, that's the same bird that would, did not care that me and Adam came right here. What am I saying, dude? I was reeling it too. Look at that bird. Dude, this is what I'm saying guys. I pick up the jerkbait for one cast. I tell Fletcher, yeah, this is just jerkbait. Right on the corner. Like if me and Fletcher were throwing freaking moving baits right now, it'd be nasty.  Larry's mad that I caught his meal. Man, I'm fishing it right behind you. They're all like down in the main channel where the wind's with him. Yeah, they're not. Ooh. There's some big one back here. That's a decent one. That's a decent one. He hit that as soon as it went in. God, that boil, it looked monstrous.  She's thick. She's thick. Oh, this was four. This is four. Is it four? I think she might be four. She's, yeah, yeah, yeah. She's four. This is a good fish. You know what's funny? I was just about to say, there's gonna be some big one lurking back in here. Look at her eat that thing. Jump. Oh yeah, maybe not quite four, but look at the gut, dude. I'm just gonna get that out in a second, but take a look at that bass, guys. That's the ones we want. That is a chunky girl. Big ol' mama is just thick as can be. Probably high threes. Great fish we're gonna throw on the scale here in a second. So let's go ahead and see what she weighs. Low threes. Low threes. Three three. Right around three three. Eight are beautiful. Hey, give me some on that. That was good. That's the one you're looking for. Oh my gosh, I'm way up in there. That's where they make lagoons. Dude, that was good. Come on, Fallon. Oh yeah. Let's try this one. Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Oh gosh, you grab by the lip. By the lip. By the lip. Boom, baby. Oh, come on, grab my lip. Dude, that's five pounder. All day, five pounder. Let's go. Look out. Look, he's barely. Yes. Dude, look at that boil on his tail. He's barely, look at the hyper jig barely hanging on for dear life. Look at that. Dude, all right, you're good.  Oh, that's gonna be close, man. I think he's four and a half. I don't know if he's five. Guys, those are the fish that we're looking for. I'm afraid he's a little shy of five. I think he's four or something. I thought he was a five. You know, you get excited when you hook them. Oh, I just, if he's a five, he's a five. I just think he's four. I don't think he's a five. Ah, I might get lucky at like four and a half. I don't see him pushing that high. Five? Four, six, five. Four, six, five. Four and a half, yeah, a little over four and a half. Almost four and three quarters. See if that'll pick that up a little bit. Maybe four, six, five, four, six, seven. Oh, beautiful fish, though. That's why you throw big jigs right there, guys. They catch Mondos like that, and that is a good fish. That's exactly what we've been hunting for. This is shortly after Fletcher got that solid, what, three and a half? Yeah, three and a half. Mine and the big ones. Three and a half, four and a half. Now it's five for a five and a half, six pounder. But that is a big bass. Needs to all. Yeah, she is a thick, healthy one. One thing I noticed on this fish before we get her back in, see that little boil? Abnormal like boil on her tail? I did see that, that is- I really don't know what that is, but you know what I'm saying? Healthy, beautiful, big bass. Big bass. Let's get her back in the water. Big, fat, mom. I need one bigger. Look at that, dude. Almost a five pounder. Big girl. She worn out. Look at her, she's ready already. Look at her, tighten down. Ready? There she is. Fletcher. Yo. That's what we're talking about. Yeah, buddy. Two fish right there to push eight pounds. Two bass, eight pounds. Now we just have to keep it rolling. Keep skipping these jigs. Hybrid jig, baby, you guys know. Link up top right here. Let's keep it going, man. That's exactly why you throw big jigs, baby, right there. Fletcher said he hasn't thrown them too often and we're getting a little taste of what they can catch right now. So we're gonna keep her going. Oh my gosh. We up in the swamp. Oh, here he is. Giant. Oh, he's not that big, he's three and a half though. I thought he was a freaking giant, giant. You want to grab him, his mouth's open. I don't know what he's doing. I got him weird. Here we go. Oh. He got like a, look at it. He got bit by something on his tail on the other side. Really? Yeah, look at that, he's got like a... Oh wow. That's a healthy three and a half pounder.  That's how thick boy he is. Thick boy. Look at it. Is that not crazy? He's thick. Guys, this happening now. It is happening now.  We on him. We were talking, this is where we wanted to come from the start and we finally got over here and what, 15 minutes tops fletcher? Yeah, we're sticking on. It's actually like probably five casts after that. Yeah, I mean, especially between filming and stuff. See, this fish is like long and he's just very thick and dense. I think it's the three and a half pounder right there. I'm not even going to... They're on the scale. They're on the scale. We're going to be like, Noah, you should have weighed them. Well, I'll weigh them for you. I already prejudged the comment. I know it's coming. Noah, you should have weighed them. Zeroed out. Right there if it can even see it. So I ain't trying to fool nobody here. Oh, he's three and a half. Ooh, three, five, seven. Three, five, seven. See how dense he is? He's just a dense fish. Oh, yeah.  I do apologize. I did not mean for that to happen. We're going to get her right back in. Beautiful, though. Three and a half pounder. We were setting up for a bag. 11 and a half pounds right now for three fish. Yeah. Jeez, we're setting up for a bag. Oh, I'm sorry, baby, for dropping you. I did not mean to. Holy cow, Fudgie. That's good with the skip of the century, too, man. That's like a way to do it. Don't. All right, boys, we're setting it up. We're setting it up right now. Check my line. It's frayed. OK, learn from Noah. You probably learned from Noah 75 times now, because I'll admit if I have a fray. I admit to all the mistakes I make. There's been multiple times where I just haven't re-tied, and I've really sucked it up. Dude, I really thought that fish. I'm not going to lie. I'm going to be honest. I thought that was a six plus. For some reason. Well, when I hooked him, he was in the tree. So maybe that's why I thought he was so big. When I got it, I mean, three and a half pounder, bro, that's a good fish, like. Oh, that's a big bass. I mean, that's a big bass. There he is. No way.  That was a good one, too. My drag slip, bro. Another one. Dude, they're here. Watch. We on them, but I just made a mistake. I think I'm not going to say I'm not going to pre-judge, but I think it was a four pounder. I'm not going to pre-judge, but I'm pretty sure that was a three to four pounder. Found him stacked in a ditch on my graph. Started fishing the ditch. Um, broke me off. I just retired, though. What? Hey, we got to keep checking our line. Son, I set the line.  That's kind of where that big one was, right? Mm. Anyways, that's what I was saying. There's one. There's one. These are the ones. Oh, it's a good one. It's a good one.  Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Is we going to be up? Boom. We on a baby? That's a three and three quarter, dude. That's a freaking tank, bro. God, they're just thick. I just broke off. We are on them, dude. Oh, God, it's just a big one after a big one. I'm just going to have to pound you. Yeah, it's 361. This is a beast. Let's go ahead and get her back in me and know we're on them. I just want to catch as many of these as we can. So we're going to go ahead and get her off into the water. Later, darling. Flatter. Go. So, look, another three and a half pounder. So we got 14 and a half pounds of food. Oh, dude. We got 14 and a half pounds with three or four fish. Four fish. Four fish, 14 and a half. So if we got to another three, we'd have about 17, 18 pounds. Man, we are swamping them. All right, let's keep it going. Should be one where I just skipped. Yep. First two pounder. A little two pounder. That's fine. Even that, pound it in half.  All right, I guess we're counting our bag. This is our five-bass limit. We're going to say we have 16 pounds right now. That's my big fish. Oh, my God, look at him running. God, I can't even reel. No, I got him. He's a biggin, dude. I think he's like four. Yeah, he might be bigger than that. Second biggest today. Dude, that's giant. Oh, yeah. That's like a four and a half. Just get them in your hands, buddy. That's about a four. Get them right there. Bow! Bow, baby! Ha-ha! Left and right, man. Left and right. Can't make this up. A hybrid jig, man. It's been a while.  He was running with that sucker. Well, four pounder. I don't know what to say, Fletcher. 18 and a half pounds right now. We're going to weigh him. But I'm pretty positive that's a four. Four-ten, bro. Four-ten? Dang! Four-ten, bro. What does it say? Four-14. Four-14. Let's go. We're racking them, bro. We're racking them. Oh, man. What a beauty right there. These are just thick, dense fish. Hybrid jig catches them. I haven't thrown in such a long time. Last time I threw it, I caught a seven pounder. And we're just, oh, just beautiful fish. We're going to get him right back in, get him good and healthy back in the water. Look at him pissing, look at that. All right, baby. Give me some. Smash that like bone, baby. Smash that like bone. Nah, I missed one right there. That was a fish. Mm-hmm, yeah. There's one. Yeah, yep, yep, yep. Yep, it's a decent one. He might be really good at it, honestly. He's pulling really good. I'll help you. He's pulling really good. Oh, gosh, five pounder. Five pounder? Oh. Smoked the smaller. Smoked it. Oh, oh, I think it's six. I think it's a six. I think it's a six. I think it's a six.  Let's go. I told you all the giants were coming. It's barely hooked. It's a hybrid jig, bro. That's a six pounder. That's a mega, dude. This bite has been unreal, guys. This is a big old girl. We're going to get her on the scale. We're thinking like really high fives or six. That's a six pounder. It's got to be. It has to be five, seven, five to six pounds. I don't believe it's five and a half. I believe it's over. It's got to be six.  It's got to be six. Please tell me this fish is six. Five, eight, eight. Five, eight, eight. Five, eight, eight.  Look at that. Six pounder. We call her six. If she was five, eight, eight. Almost a six pounder. Absolutely amazingly beautiful fish. Let her go. Wow. Let's get it Noah. Hey, that's 21 pounds right there. On scale. Woo. Let's go. Eight line about that one. No. No.


Well, Hannah, it's been a long road over these last years, and I have enjoyed the process of forming hypotheses and our adventures in designing ways to test and evaluate them. Your creativity and passion for learning has been a huge inspiration for me in my own education and research endeavors, and I am very proud of the work we have accomplished together, alongside many of our other amazing colleagues in this university. I am certain you will accomplish great things in everything the future has in store for you. Starting with next year, where you will be assisting in helping making an online start for the new academic year in September be a huge success. But that is for the coming months. Right now, it is your moment to celebrate. You have accomplished something that you might inadvertently normalise being surrounded by academics and students, but getting a master's degree is not an everyday accomplishment. It is one of those huge, life-altering accomplishments that should cause your friends and family to gush over, well, for at least a week anyways. Enjoy your moment and be proud that you can now call yourself a TU Delft Engineer.


In the tech industry, Evolution is the name of the game. The version 1 access port was groundbreaking for its time, but the design had interfaced age really quickly. In the mid-2000s, everybody had a color screen flip phone in their pocket, so this big brick with its little green screen just wasn't that appealing anymore. Hence the release of the version 2 access port. The V2 basically took all the awesome tuning convenience of the V1 and made it smaller, faster, and even more useful. With memory and processing power meant that maps flashed to the ECU much quicker, data logging could be performed at a better resolution, and it introduced on-the-fly real-time adjustments for features like launch control, ignition timing, etc. Plus the nice little color screen provided far more information to display live sensor data to the driver so they could see boost or oil temps, and have little panic attacks about random engine behavior that was probably no big deal anyway.


They're being destroyed weekly by ignorance. You find somebody who's putting in a solar farm, the likelihood is that that place was left barren because there were ceremonial stones there. And so they're not going to see them, and the archeologists aren't going to see them, and they're just going to blast right on through them. So what we're looking to do is with our memorandums of understanding is to develop an understanding with a town like Wendell, because I just got a call from the Wendell Planning Board because the Wendell Historic Commission has an MOU with our tribes. They feel now duty bound to contact our tribes and say, we want to find out what's going on here. And now they're trying to get their town attorney to tell this solar farm developer that you have to bring the tribes in. And they have to make a survey because we have agreed with them to protect the ceremonial stones that are within our jurisdiction. That's major. We are in a position where we can now reach out to our partners in the towns and say, protect this, and we will help bring some revenue to your town.  At the federal level, we can protect these places. At the local level, we cannot. Only you can protect what's in your jurisdiction. And that's where we are. And we're trying to operate smarter rather than harder. We should not have to fight the descendants of the colonists. We should by now be able to partner with them to protect what is ancient for us. And with many of them, we're finding out, oh, you've got some Indian ancestry too. Oh, that's what. We had a man over in Goshen, Massachusetts at the end, he spoke up in a, I did 21 town tour with this presentation that you're seeing. And he was in one of those towns and he came forward and he spoke up at the end of the session.  And I think that it's in an area where they're gonna destroy a lot of ceremonial stones. He said, I was asked to log there 20 years ago. And what I felt, I could not do any logging. And he said, can you come up here? What? I just had to acknowledge, well, look, why did you go on that 21 town tour if you didn't expect people to call you? He's calling you, he's saying help, help us. Help us help you. That was Friday, Monday, I was up there. I walked the ceremonial stones. I found stuff that blew my mind. I called the landholder and I said, I understand that your guys are up here logging. And what it just happens is that it stopped logging because the logging machine, the thing called a feller buncher that goes in, drives in, it grabs, it's a tractor, it grabs a tree, it cuts the tree off at the bottom and then it walks it out. So it can drive around stuff. I said, I need to get a commitment from you for two things. I've heard that you're interested in selling this property after you do your logging. I will tell you that I'm interested in finding a buyer for you. And I'm already talking to state agencies who acquire land. But if you don't protect the stones, I can't get you a price because it's the stones that make the place valuable. Or at least valuable for us who will help you negotiate a good deal.  I said, keep those stones safe. I went up there and looked. There was a chamber. The chamber is an odd chamber. It's got two pillars in it.  And I had just come from a site down in Lakeville, Massachusetts, where our astronomer was on his home territory. His colonial family had protected this area and he's lived on it all his life and he's been deciphering what's on his property. And he said, he found a thing that he has deciphered is a tuning fork. And I said a tuning fork that didn't fit any logic for me that Indians would have something like a tuning fork. He then described what it does. He said, one arm of it indicates that there's going to be a 12 moon year. The other arm indicates that there's going to be a 13 moon year. And they use that to make the medicine people used to use that to make those determinations whether they were coming into a 13 moon year or 12 moon year, 13 months or 12 months. I said, oh, I walked into that chamber and I looked around. I said, Ben, let's look at this. We were having a conversation. The back pillar is wider than the front pillar. So light coming through there at the equinox casts a shadow of the front pillar onto the back pillar. Somebody knows how to read that and say what came to me. And I operate on what creator and the ancestor sent me because I'm not very smart. They are and I'm smarter than to listen and try to follow. But what they gave me was extrapolate from that thing that you just left to this thing that you're just meeting and that applies to this. And there's more than one way to skin a cat. There's more than one way to determine how many moons there are going to be in a year. And this may have been another way of deciphering that information. And our ancients had mastery enough of what they knew to be able to make those kinds of determinations and to measure this from that. So it's like, oh my God, they were smart.  At least I should be smart enough to follow the breadcrumbs that they give. So we're looking and I made it very clear. I met with a historic commission out there. I said, look, as a tribe, we don't wanna own your land. We wanna be able to influence what you do on your land. So if you can get the surrounding historic commissions for the three towns that overlap on this hill, and the three of you can participate in buying up this land, we will help get a relationship with you and either Massachusetts fish and game because I'd gotten the card at one of our presentations in Limitser from a woman who said, we can help you buy property. So I called her right away, had her card, called her. She says, whoa, that's our out in Goshen. Oh, that's not my district. So wait a minute, you're not for all of Massachusetts? No, we've got four different districts. That's so-and-so. I'll get you in touch with him. She calls him, gets him on the line. I talked to him, he and I the next day have a long conversation. He then gets back to me and he says, look, we got a problem. Fish and Game only deals with endangered species of animals or plants. You're talking about cultural resources. The only one who can deal with that, DCR. I said, will you contact your counterpart at DCR and tell her what you found? He writes her a detailed email, introduces me. I then contact her and she says, we will look into that. So I'm looking at this as possibly our side door to get DCR to acquire a ceremonial stone landscape with three towns, with tribal relationship, and then that'll position them so they'll start looking at all of their land and all of the ceremonial stones that they now don't want to talk to us about. Because they don't want to change their policy. But if we open up the side door and get them in as a partner, that may work. Any questions? I'm like my brother in the back. I can talk to you all day. Thank you very much, Dr. Aaron, this is so wonderful. Thank you. If you have a town and you would like to have a memorandum of understanding with our tribes, contact Kathy, she'll contact me. Or you can send your either photographs that you may have if you've got questions to tribal.mou at gmail.com. You can send pictures, you can send questions and there Eva Gibovic will call you back or she'll force me to do it. She's the caretaker of that site. So it's tribal.mou at gmail.com. If you've got a picture of something and you want to know more about it, send it to us, ask the question. And this is the way to get in touch with you as well? If it gets there, they'll force me to be in touch. Yes. Those ladies don't play. It's Kathy Taylor, she's one of the two caretakers and they run a tour of the chamber and the site of the practice.


The US stock market has dropped more than 20% in the past one year. Is it time to sell or is it the time to buy? Before I reveal to you the answer, let's go and take a short quiz from Warren Buffet. Oh yeah, before that, welcome back to my channel, the only one place for you to learn about stocks, investing, as well as options. If it's the first time of you coming, remember to click the like and the subscribe button so that we can grow together as an investor. In return, I will share with you Warren Buffet's answer. Warren Buffet once asked in his Berkshire Hathaway annual shareholder meeting, if you plan to eat hamburgers throughout your life and are not a cattle producer, should you wish for a higher or a lower prices for beef? Likewise, if you are going to buy a car from time to time but are not an auto manufacturer, should you prefer higher or lower car prices? What's your answer? It's pretty obvious, isn't it? As a consumer, we want lower prices so that we have more cost savings. Now here comes the final exam. If you expect to be a net saver during the next five years, should you hope for a higher or lower stock prices? Most people will hope for a higher stock price but to Warren Buffet, this is very strange. If you intend to be a long-term net buyer of stocks, shouldn't we be happier when the stock prices are depressed? Because this is when the market is giving us great opportunities to buy wonderful businesses at good prices. In fact, Warren Buffet said they gained tremendously from the low prices back in 1970s and 1980s when the stock market crashed over 40% before rebounding over the next five years. And since then, the market has gone up more than 18,000%. This means your $10,000 invested in the S&P 500 back then will give you a $1.8 million portfolio today. No wonder Warren Buffet can accumulate so much wealth over the years because it's his willingness to invest for the long-term and buy when the market gives him the opportunities. 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Story number 20 of Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1896-1901. This is a LibreBox recording. All LibreBox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreBox.org. Recording by Nicole Kaye. Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1896-1901 by Lucy Maud Montgomery. Young C. Mr. Bentley had just driven into the yard with the new summer border. Mrs. Bentley and Agnes were peering at her from behind the parlor curtains with the keen interest that they shut in by their restricted farm life always felt in any visitor from the outside world lying beyond their boundary of purple misted hills. Mrs. Bentley was a plump, rosy-cheeked woman with a motherly smile.  The arrival of a summer border was a great event in her quiet life. Ain't she pretty? whispered Mrs. Bentley admiringly as the girl came slowly up the green slope before the house. I do hope she's nice. You can generally calculate on men borders, but girls are doubtful. Preserve me from a cranky border. I've had enough of them. I kind of like her looks, though. Ethel Lennox had paused at the front door as Mrs. Bentley and Agnes came into the hall. Agnes gazed at the stranger with shy, unenvious admiration. The latter stood on the stone step just where the big chestnut by the door cast flickering gleams and shadows over her dress and shining hair. She was tall and gowned in some simple white material that fell about her in graceful folds.  Nor would anyone have wished it otherwise, having once seen that glorious mask with all its wonderful possibilities of rippling luxurians. Her complexion was of that perfect wax and whiteness that goes with burnished red hair and the darkest of dilated violet eyes. Her delicately chiseled features wore what might have been a somewhat too decided impress of spirit and independence. Had it not been for the sweet mouth, red and dimpled and curving, she had parted in a slow, charming smile as Mrs. Bentley came forward with her kindly welcome. You must be real tired, Ms. Lennox. It's a long drive from the train down here. Agnes show Ms. Lennox up to her room, and tea will be ready when you come down. Agnes came forward with the shy grace that always won friends for her, and the two girls went slowly up the broad old-fashioned staircase. Mrs. Bentley bustled the way to bring in the tea and put a goblet of Damascus roses on the table. She looks like a picture, doesn't she, John? She said to her husband. I never saw such a face and that hair, too. Would you have believed red hair could be so handsome? She seems real friendly.  I've had all I want of them, I can tell you. She said, Mr. Bentley, warningly, as Ethel Lennox came in with her arm about Agnes. She looked even more lovely without her hat with the soft red tendrils of hair lying on her forehead. Mrs. Bentley sent a telegraphic message of admiration across the table to her husband, who was helping the cold tongue and feeling his way to a conversation. You'll find it pretty quiet here, Ms. Lennox. We're plain folks and there ain't much going and coming. Maybe you don't mind that, though. I like it when one has been teaching school all the year in a noisy city. Quiet seems the one thing to be desired. Besides, I like to fancy myself something of an artist. I paint and sketch a little when I have time. And Ms. Cortland, who was here last summer, said I could not find a more suitable spot. So I came because I knew that macro fishing was carried on along the shore and I would have a chance to study character among the fishermen. Well, the shore ain't far away and it's pretty. Though maybe us folks here don't appreciate it rightly, being as we're so used to it. Strangers are always going crazy over its pictures, Ms., as they call it. As for character, I reckon you'll find all you want of that among the pointers. Anyway, I never see such critters as they be. If you get tired of painting, maybe you can amuse yourself trying to get to the bottom of our mystery. Oh, you have a mystery. How interesting. Yes, a mystery. A mystery, repeated Mr. Bentley solemnly, that nobody ain't been able to solve so far. I've given up. So has everyone else. Maybe you'll have better luck. But what is it? The mystery, said Mr. Bentley dramatically, is young sea. He's the mystery. Last spring, just when the herrings struck in, a young chap suddenly appeared at the point. He appeared from what corner of the globe nobody ain't ever been able to make out. He bought a boat and a shanty down at my shore and went into a sort of macro partnership with Snuffy Curtis. Snuffy supplying the experience in this young fellow the cash, I reckon. Snuffy's is poor Job's turkey. It was a windfall for him. And there he's fished all summer. But his name, young sea? Well, of course, that isn't it. He did give himself out as brown, but nobody believes that's his handle. Sounds unnatural here. He bought his establishment from old sea, who used to fish down there and was a mysterious old critter in a way, too. So when this young fellow stepped in from goodness and wasware, some of the pointers christened him young sea for a joke, and he never gets anything else. Doesn't seem to mind it. He's a moody, keep-to-himself sort of chap. Yet he ain't unpopular along shore, I believe. Snuffy was telling me they like him real well, considering his unsociableness. Anyways, he's as handsome a chap as I ever seen and well educated, too. He ain't none of your ordinary fishermen. Some of us kind of think he's a runaway, got into some scraper or another, maybe, and is skulking around here to keep out of jail. But wife here won't give in to that. No, I never will, said Mrs. Bentley firmly. Young sea comes here often for milk and butter, and he's a perfect gentleman. Nobody'll ever convince me that he has done anything to be ashamed of. Whatever's his reason for wasting his life down there at that shore? He ain't wasting his life, chuckle, Mr. Bentley. He's making money, young sea is. Though he don't seem to care about that a mite. This has been a big year for Mackerel, he's smart. If he didn't know much when he'd begun, he's ahead of Snuffy now. And as for work I never saw his beat, he seems possessed. Up before sunrise every blessed morning and never in bed till midnight, and just slaving away all between time. I said to him to other days, says I, young sea, you'll have to let up on this sort of thing and take a rest. You can't stand it, you're not a pointer. Pointers can stand anything, but it'll kill you. He give one of them bitter laughs of his, says he, there's no difference if it does, nobody'll care. And off he walks, sulky like. There's something about young sea I can't understand, concluded Mr. Bentley. Ethel Lennox was interested, a melancholy mysterious hero in a setting of silver-rimmed sandhills and wide blue sweeps of ocean was something that ought to lend pecancy to her vacation. I should like to see this prince in disguise, she said. It all sounds very romantic. I'll take you to the shore after tea if you'd like, said Agnes eagerly. The seas just splendid, she continued in a confidential aside as they rose from the table. Pa doesn't half-like him because he thinks there's something queer about him. But I do. He's a gentleman, as Ma says. I don't believe he's done anything wrong. Ethel Lennox sauntered out into the orchard to wait for Agnes. She sat down under an apple tree and began to read. But soon the book slipped from her hands and the beautiful head leaned back against the grey, likened trunk of the old tree. The sweet mouth drooped wistfully. There was a sad, faraway look in the violet eyes. The face was not that of a happy girl, so thought Agnes as she came down the apple tree avenue. But how pretty she is, she thought. Won't the folks around here stare at her? Ethel sprang up. I had no idea you would be here so soon, she said brightly. Just wait till I get my hat. When she came out they started off and presently found themselves walking down a grassy, deep-rutted lane that ran through mown hayfields, green with their rich aftergrowth, and sheets of pale, ripening oats and golden green wheat until it lost itself in the rolling handhills at the foot of the slope. Beyond the sand-hill stretched the shining expanse of the ocean of the faint bleached blue of hot, august seas and reaching out into a horizon laced with long trails of pinkish cloud. Numberless fishing boats dotted the shimmering reaches. That furthest-off boat as young seas said Agnes, he always goes to that particular spot. Is he really all your father says, asked in Islamic skewsly? Indeed he is. He isn't any more like the rest of the shoremen than you are. He's queer, of course. I don't believe he's happy. It seems to me he's worrying over something, but I'm sure it is nothing wrong. Here we are, she added, as they passed the sand-hills and came out on the long, level beach. To their left the shore curved around in a semicircle of dazzling whiteness. At their right stood a small gray fish-house. That's young seas place said Agnes. He lives there night and day. Wouldn't it make anyone melancholy? No wonder he's mysterious. I'm going to get his by-glass. He told me I might always use it. She pushed open the door and entered, followed by Ethel. The interior was rough but clean. It was a small room lighted by one tiny window looking out on the water. In one corner a rough ladder led up to the loft above. The bare, laid walls were hung with fishing jackets, nets, macro lines, and other shore appurtenances.  A low board table was strewn with dishes and the cold remnants of a hasty repast. Benches were placed along the walls. A fat, bewiskered kitten looking as if it were cut out of black velvet was dozing on the windowsill. This is young seas cat, explained Agnes, patting the creature, which purred joyously and opened its sleepy green eyes. It's the only thing he cares for, I believe. Which? Which? How are you, which? Well, here's the by-glass. Let's go out and have a look. Seas-catching mackerel announced Agnes a few minutes later that she had scrutinized each boat in turn. And he won't be in for half an hour yet. If you like, we have time for a walk up the shore. The sun slipped lower and lower in the creamy sky, leaving a trail of sparkles that ran across the water and lost itself in the west. Seagulls soared and dipped, and tiny sand peeps flitted along the beach. Just as the red rim of the sun dipped in the purpleing sea, the boats began to come in. Most of them will go around to the point, explained Agnes, with a contemptuous sweep of her hand, towards a long headland running out before them. They belong there, and they're a rough crowd. You don't catch young sea associating with the pointers. There he's getting up sail. We'll just have time to get back before he comes in. They hurried back across the dampening sound as the sun disappeared, leaving a fiery spot behind him. The shore was no longer quiet and deserted. The little spot where the fishing house stood had suddenly started into life. Roughly clad boys were running hither and thither, carrying fish or water. The boats were hauled up on the skids. A couple of shaggy old tars who had strolled over from the point to hear about young sea's catch were smoking their pipes at the corner of his shanty. A mellow after-light was shining over sea and shore. The whole scene delighted Ethel's artist eyes. Agnes nudged her companion. There, if you want to see young sea, she whispered, pointing to the skids, where a busy figure was discernible in a large boat. That's him, with his back to us, in the cream-colored boat. He's counting out mackerel. If you go over to that platform behind him, you'll get a good look when he turns around. I'm going to coax a mackerel out of that stingy old snuffy, if I can. She tripped off, and Ethel walked slowly over to the boats. The men stared at her in open-mouthed admiration as she passed them and walked out on the platform behind young sea. There was no one near the two. The others were all assembled around snuffy's boat. Young sea was throwing out the mackerel with marvelous rapidity, but at the sound of a footstep behind him, he turned and straightened up his tall form. They stood face to face. Miles! Ethel! Young sea staggered back against the mast, letting two silvery bloater slip through his hands overboard. His handsome sun-burned face was very white. Ethel Lennox turned abruptly and silently and walked swiftly across the sand. Agnes felt her arm touched and turned to see Ethel standing pale and erect beside her. Let us go home, said the latter unsteadily. It is very damp here. I feel chilled. Oh, dear, exclaimed Agnes penitently, I ought to have told you to bring a shawl. It is always damp on the shore after sunset. Here, snuffy, give me my mackerel. Thank you. I'm ready now, Miss Lennox. They reached the lane before Agnes remembered to ask the question Ethel dreaded. Oh, did you see Young Sea? And what did you think of him? Ethel turned her face away and answered with studied carelessness. He seems to be quite a superior fisherman so far as I could see in the dim light. It was very dusky there, you know. Let us walk a little faster. My shoes are quite wet. When they reached home, Miss Lennox excused herself on the plea of weariness and went straight to her room. Back at the shore, Young Sea had recovered himself and stooped again to his work. His face was set and expressionless. A dull red burned in each bronzed cheek. He threw out the mackerel mechanically, but his hands trembled. Snuffy strolled over to the boat. See that handsome girl see? He asked lazily. One of the Bentley's borders I hear looks as if she might have stepped out of a picture frame, don't she? We've no time to waste, Curtis said Young Sea harshly, with all these fish to clean before bedtime. Stop talking and get to work. Snuffy shrugged his shoulders and obeyed in silence. Young Sea was not a person to be trifled with. The catch was large and it was late before they finished. Snuffy surveyed the full barrels complacently. Good day's work, he muttered. But hard, I'm dead beat out. Now I'll go to bed. In the name of goodness, Sea, where are you being going to? Young Sea had got into a dory and untied it. He made no answer but rode out from the shore. Snuffy stared at the dory blankly until it was lost in the gloom. If that don't beat all, he ejaculated. I wonder if Sea is in his right senses. He'd been acting quiet right along and now to start off Lord Nose Wire at this hour and night. I really don't believe it's safe to stay here alone with him. Snuffy shook his unkempt head dubiously. Young Sea rode steadily out over the dark waves. An eastern breeze was bringing in a damp sea fog that blurred darkly over the outlines of horizon and shore. The young fisherman found himself alone in the water and gray mist. He stopped rowing and leaned forward on his oars to see her hear of all places he muttered. Not a word, scarcely a look after all this long heartbreak. Well, perhaps it is better so and yet to know she is so near. How beautiful she is. And I love her more than ever. But that is where the sting lies. I thought that in this rough life amid all these rude associations where nothing could remind me of her I might forget. And now he clenched his hands. The mist was all around and about him, creeping, impalpable, phantom-like. The dory rocked gently on the swell. From afar came the low, persistent murmur of the ocean. The next day, Ethelenix declined to visit Sea's shore. Instead she went to the point and sketched all day. She went again the next day and the next. The point was the most picturesque part of the shore. She averred and the types among its inhabitants most interesting. Agnes Bentley ceased to suggest another visit to Sea's shore. She had a vague perception that her companion did not care to discuss the subject. At the end of a week Mrs. Bentley remarked, What in the world can have happened to young Sea? It's a whole week since he was here for milk or butter. He ain't sick, is he? Mr. Bentley chuckled amusably. I know I can tell you the reason of that. Sea's getting his stuff at Walden's now. I saw him going there twice this week. Liza Walden's got ahead of you at last, Mary. Well, I never did, said Mrs. Bentley. Well, young Sea is the first that ever preferred Liza Walden's butter to mine. Everyone knows what hers is like. She never works her salt half in. Well, young Sea's welcome to it, I'm sure. I wish him joy of his exchange. Mrs. Bentley rattled her dishes ominously. It was plain her faith in young Sea had received a severe shock. Upstairs in her room, Ethel Lennox, with a few undried tears glistening on her cheeks, was writing a letter. Her lips were compressed and her hand trembled. I have discovered that it is no use to run away from fate, she wrote. No matter how hard we try to elude it, and how sure we are that we have succeeded, it will rise and meet us where we least expect it. I came down here tired and worn out, looking for peace and rest, and lo, the most disquieting element of my life is here to confront me. I'm going to confess, Helen. Open confession is good for the soul, you know, and I shall treat myself to a good dose while the mood is on. You know, of course, that I was once engaged to Miles Leslie. You also know that that engagement was broken last autumn for unexplained reasons. Well, I will tell you all about it, and then mail this letter speedily before I change my mind. It is over a year now since Miles and I first became engaged, as you are aware his family is wealthy, and noted for its exclusiveness. I was a poor schoolteacher, and you may imagine with what horror his relatives received the news of Miles' attentions to one whom they considered his inferior. Now that I have thought the whole matter over calmly, I scarcely blame them.  But I did not view the subject in this light then, and instead of declining his attentions, as I perhaps should have done, I encouraged them. I loved him so dearly now, and in spite of family opposition, Miles soon openly declared his attachment. When his parents found they could not change his purpose, their affection for him forced them into outward acquiescence, but their reluctant condescension was gall and wormwood to me. I saw things only from my own point of view and was keenly sensitive to their politely concealed disapprobation, and my offended vanity found its victim in Miles. I belonged to the class who admit and resent slights. Instead of ignoring them as do the higher-bread, and I thought he would not see those offered to me. I grew cold and formal to him. He was very patient, but his ways were not mine, and my manner puzzled and annoyed him. Our relations soon became strained, and the trifle necessary for an open quarrel was easily supplied. One evening I went to a large at-home given by his mother. I knew but few, and as Miles was necessarily busy with his social duties to her guests, I was, after the first hurried greeting, left unattended for a time. Not being accustomed to such functions I resented this as a covert insult, and in a fit of jealous peak I blushed to own that I took the revenge of a peasant maid and entered into a marked flirtation with friend Currie, who had paid me some attention before my engagement. When Miles was at liberty to seek me, he found me to all appearances quite absorbed in my companion and oblivious of his approach. He turned on his heel and went away, nor did he come near me the rest of the evening. I went home angry enough but so miserable and repentant that if Miles had been his usual patient self when he called the following evening I would have begged his forgiveness, but I had gone too far. His mother was shocked by my grocery and he was humiliated and justly exasperated. We had a short bitter quarrel. I said a great many foolish unpardonable things, and finally I threw his ring at him. He gave me a startled look then, in which there was something of contempt and went away without another word. After my anger had passed I was wretchedly unhappy. I realized how unworthily I had acted, how deeply I loved Miles and how lonely and empty my life would be without him. But he did not come back. And soon after I learned he had gone away, with or no one knew, but it was supposed abroad. Well, I buried my hopes and tears in secret and went on with my life as people have to do, a life in which I have learned to think and which I hope has made me nobler and better. This summer I came here. I heard much about a certain mysterious stranger known as Young See, who was fishing mackerel at the shore. I was very curious. The story sounded romantic, and one evening I went down to see him. I met him face to face, and Helen, it was Miles Leslie. For one minute Earth's sky and sea reeled around me. The next I remembered all and turned and walked away. He did not follow. You may be sure that I now religiously avoid that part of the shore. We have never met since, and he has made no effort to see me. He clearly shows that he despises me. Well, I despise myself. I am very unhappy now, and not only on my own account, for I feel that if Miles had never met me, his mother would not now be breaking her heart for her absent boy. My sorrow has taught me to understand hers, and I no longer resent her pride. You need hardly be told after this that I leave here in another week. I cannot fabricate a decent excuse to go sooner, or I would. In the cool twilight Ethel went with Agnes Bentley to mail her letter. As they stopped at the door of the little country store, a young man came around the corner. It was Young See. He was in his rough fishing suit with a big herring net, trailing over his shoulder, but no disguise could effectually conceal his splendid figure. Agnes sprang forward eagerly. See, where have you been? Why have you never been up to sea for so long? Young See made no verbal reply. He merely lifted his cap with formal politeness and turned on his heel. Well, I never exclaimed Agnes as soon as she recovered her powers of speech. If that is how Young See is going to treat his friends, he must have got offended at something. I wonder what it is? She added, her curiosity getting the better of her indignation. When they came out, they saw the solitary figure of Young See far down, crossing the dim lonely shore-fields. In the dusk, Agnes failed to notice the pallor of her companion's face and the unshed tears in her eyes. I've just been down to the point, said Agnes, coming in one seltry afternoon about a week later. Little Ed said, as there was no fishing today, he'd take us out for that sail tonight if you wanted the go. Ethel Lennox put her drawing away listlessly. She looked pale and tired. She was going away the next day and this was to be her last visit to the shore. About an hour before sunset, a boat glided out from the shadow of the point. In it were Ethel Lennox and Agnes, together with Little Ed, the sandy-haired undersized pointer who owned the boat. The evening was fine and an offshore breeze was freshening up rapidly. They did not notice the long dark bank of livid cloud low in the northwest. Isn't this glorious, exclaimed Ethel? Her hat was straining back from her head and the red rings of her hair were blowing about her face. Agnes looked about her more anxiously. Wiser in matters of sea and shore than her companion, there were some indications she did not like. Young Sea, who was standing with Snuffy by their skids, lowered his spyglass with a start. It is Agnes Bentley and that border of theirs, he said anxiously, and they've gone out with Little Ed in that wretched, leaky tub of his. Where are their eyes that they can't see a squall coming up? And Little Ed don't know as much about managing a boat as a cat, exclaimed Snuffy excitedly. Sign him to come back. Sea shook his head. They're too far out. I don't know that the squall will amount to very much. In a good boat with someone who knew how to manage it, they'd be all right. But with Little Ed, he began walking restlessly up and down the narrow platform. The boat was now some distance out. The breeze had stiffened to a slow, strong wind and the dull gray level of the sea was whipped into whitecaps. Agnes bent towards Ethel. It's getting too rough. I think we'd better go back. I'm afraid we're in for a thunderscroll. Look at the clouds. A long, sullen muttering verified her words. Little Ed, she shouted, we want to go in. Little Ed thus recalled to things about him looked around in alarm. The girls questioned each other with glances of dismay. The sky had grown very black and the peals of thunder came louder and more continuously. The jagged bolt of lightning hurtled over the horizon. Overland and sea was the green malignant light of coming storm. Little Ed brought the boat's head abruptly around as a few heavy drops of rain fell. Ed, the boat is leaking shriek-dagnus above the wind. The water's coming in. Bail her out then shouted Ed, struggling with the sail. There's two cans under the seat. I've got to lower this sail. Bail her out. I'll help you, said Ethel. She was very pale, but her manner was calm. Both girls bailed energetically. Young Sea, watching through the glass, saw them. He dropped and ran to his boat, white and resolute. They sprung a leak. Here, Curtis, launched the boat. We've got to go out or Ed will drown them. They shot out from the shore just as the downpour came, blotting out sea and land in one driving sheet of white rain. Young Sea is coming off for us, said Agnes. We'll be all right if he gets here in time. This boat is going to sink, sure. Little Ed was completely demoralized by fear. The girls bailed unceasingly, but the water gained every minute. Young Sea was none too soon. Jump, Ed, he shouted as his boat shot alongside. Jump for your life! He dragged Ethel Lennox in as he spoke. Agnes sprang from one boat to the other like a cat, and Little Ed jumped just as the thunderous crash seemed to burst above them and air and sky were filled with blue flame. The danger was past, for the squall had few difficulties for Sea and Snuffy. When they reached the shore, Agnes, who had quite recovered from her fright, tucked her dripping skirts about her and announced her determination to go straight home with Snuffy. I can't get any wetter than I am, she said, cheerfully. I'll send Paw down in the buggy for Miss Lennox. Light the fire and your shanty Sea and let her get dry. I'll be as quick as I can. Sea picked Ethel up in his strong arms and carried her into the fish house. He placed her on one of the low benches and hurriedly began to kindle a fire. Ethel sat up daisily and pushed back the dripping masses of her bright hair. Young Sea turned and looked down at her with a passionate light in his eyes. She put out her cold, wet hands wistfully. Oh, miles she whispered. Outside the wind shook the frail building and tore the shuttering sea to pieces. The rain poured down. It was already settling in for a night of storm, but inside Young Sea's fire was casting cheery flames over the rude room. And Young Sea himself was kneeling by Ethel Lennox with his arm about her and her head on his broad shoulder. There were happy tears in her eyes and her voice quivered as she said, Miles, can you forgive me? If you knew how bitterly I have repented. Never speak of the past again, my sweet. In my lonely days and nights down here by the sea I have forgotten all but my love. Miles, how did you come here? I thought you were in Europe. I did travel at first, I came down here by chance and resolved to cut myself utterly adrift from my old life and see if I could not forget you. I was not very successful. He smiled down into her eyes and you were going away tomorrow how perilously near we have been to not meeting. But how are we going to explain all this to our friends along shore? I think we'd better not explain it at all. I will go away tomorrow as I intended and you can quietly follow soon. Let Young Sea remain the mystery he's always been. That will be best decidedly so. They would never understand if we did tell them and I daresay they would be very much disappointed to find I was not a murderer or a forger or something of that sort.  You will be welcome there now, sweet. My family too have learned a lesson and will do anything to promote my happiness. Agnes drove Ethel Lennox to the station next day. The fierce wind that had swept over land and sea seemed to have blown away all the hazy vapours and oppressive heats in the air and the morning dawned as clear and fresh as at the sad old earth with all her passionate tears had cleansed herself from sin and stain and come forth radiantly pure and sweet. Ethel bubbled over with joyousness. Agnes wondered at the change in her. Goodbye, Miss Lennox, she said wistfully. You'll come back to see us sometime again, will you? Perhaps, my old Ethel, and if not, Agnes, you must come and see me. Someday I may tell you a secret. About a week later, young sea suddenly vanished and his disappearance was a nine days talk along shore. His departure was as mysterious as his advent. It leaked out that he had quietly disposed of his boat and shanty to Snuffy Curtis, sent his mackerel off and that done slipped from the pointer's lies, never more to re-enter them. Little Ebb was the last of the pointers to see him tramping along the road to the station in the dusk of the autumn twilight. And the next morning Agnes Bentley, going out of doors before the others, found on the doorstep a basket containing a small, vociferous black kitten with a card attached to its neck. On it was written, will Agnes please befriend which, in memory of young sea, End of Young Sea. Recording by Nicole Kaye. End of Lucy Mod Montgomery Short Stories, 1896-1901 by Lucy Mod Montgomery.


Good morning everyone happy Friday today is Friday and it is December 15th Which means it's Jennifer's birthday today, which means I can totally show you guys what I got her for her birthday So I ended up getting us both these beautiful Alex and Annie. I think that's how you say it and I I don't know bracelets and their little apples Jennifer and I both Collect these well we love them so we buy them I guess I don't know You could say we collect them because we don't have that many like I think I have maybe like six or seven And she has a few of them. So anyway, I got us both these little Apple ones for genuine apples So I'm really excited to give that to her and I'm gonna wear mine today, too But I just got ready And I'm excited to go to school today. I'll show you what I'm wearing I'm wearing a Camo shirt with some jeans from Mold Navy and my red chucks and then I'll just have a sweater but Before before I go into school I am going to go have lunch with my aunt and uncle and then drop my mom off at their house because they live like 10 minutes from school that way I'm really close to cash and I can feed him before and after I go and then I need to go stop by my PO box and Pick up a few things and then I think we're gonna go to Costco. So another busy day But that's all right. We're gonna have fun and enjoy it Last night cash slept really good at 430 though his 430 feeding. He Didn't really want to go back to sleep. So I pulled him out of the docket hot and just laid him next to me and I kind of scooted away and He ended up laying there with me for the next couple hours, so He was a happy little camper. So anyway, I'm gonna go get him and He's gonna need to eat like pretty soon So I'm gonna feed him and finish getting ready and then I'll check in with you guys So these two dodo's decided they wanted to go to Jacob's house. I'm Jacob. So now we have to shove in here like sardines Sardines are good. I like sardines on crackers. Good thing Jacob is is littler Caleb and Jake and the friends Hey guys, so it is now Saturday December 16th, and I totally didn't vlog Jennifer's birthday dinner I should have but I was just running like crazy to get out of the house because I had to feed the baby and You know how that goes. So it is the next day We are cash and I have a little bit of a little cold going on like we're not sick but we are congested and We have lots of like stuff draining into our Throat and He's okay. He's not mad or like upset or anything. He's taking it like a champ, but He has lots of boogers and I'm like sneezing and sniffling So we are gonna stay in today And I actually sent my mom on an errand to the grocery store to pick up a couple things that I needed Just some like mother's milk tea and like things like that So we're just kind of hanging out and snuggling and he actually just fell asleep about Three four minutes ago So I'm just gonna try and get a few things done. I need to wash my bedding Because I haven't washed my sheets in like two weeks and it's been too long So I'm gonna strip my bed and wash the sheets. I'm gonna wash the duvet cover as well and All my pillowcases and such because if we are sick We want some fresh clean sheets, and then once we're better. I'll wash them again. So that's what I'm up to today and If he wakes up then We will do something else Literally within seconds of me saying if he wakes up he wakes up he woke up So we're gonna see if he can hang out in his little swing over there while I strip the bed Then we'll go ahead and feed him because I'm sure he's hungry Did you find your thumb? I hope not. I hope not You did find your thumb. Oh great. Let's replace that thumb with a Passy I'm gonna replace this one because this is my mom's picture Of a tea party, so I'm gonna actually take that picture down and take it into the guest room to store Just until we move out in May And I'm gonna put our family picture there because I just think it would be make there in a little bit more Homie so I'm gonna go through this laundry in and I'm out of breath I'm gonna leave this guy here and hopefully he will be okay for the next Two minutes while I put that laundry in. Hi guys, it's Char I just wanted to say thank you so much for watching my video today and for supporting my YouTube channel by subscribing Don't forget to click the little bell next to the subscribe button so that you can see when I put up new videos I hope you have a magical day


from Palo Alto, it's theCUBE, covering Women Transforming Technology 2017, brought to you by VMware. Welcome back to theCUBE's coverage of Women Transforming Technology here at VMware in beautiful sunny Palo Alto, California. I'm Rebecca Knight, your host, and I'm joined by Lori Mackenzie. She is the executive director of the Claimant Institute for Research at Stanford University. Lori, thank you so much for joining us here today. So happy to be here. So we were talking before the cameras were rolling about your research, and one of the things you were talking about is the frozen middle, and I really like that terminology because there's so much research about the subtle biases that women face in the workplace, and how management can make all the difference. Yes. So tell us a little bit about this frozen middle and about the strategies you're using to help middle managers become better managers. You know, people often say, employees leave managers, they don't leave companies, and so the manager really is setting the experience of every employee, and so our question is this, can you help managers be more inclusive in a way it makes them feel like they're both better managers and better business leaders? So what we do is we do experiments with them, we say try this or try that, that will block bias and make you more effective. For example, do you know what you're evaluating people on? Do you have a toolkit for that? What kind of dashboard might you create to make yourself more effective? It turns out when managers create something themselves based on gender research, and it helps them be more effective. They'll even fight new HR people trying to change them back to a different process because they know it works. And for me, that's the win-win. Managers co-design it, it's based on gender research, and because it makes them more effective, they're more likely to redo these processes themselves, even if they don't have any HR support. So part of it is training, but it also sounds like a lot of it is also ownership too. Yes, absolutely. What we've found is sometimes inclusion or diversity training is decoupled from what people do every day at work. What if we put them together and talk about you creating something, using the gender knowledge, and thinking about what you do every day at work. When you couple those back together, that's when it really matters to managers and makes them feel more effective. So often, diversity and gender issues is part of the HR function of a company, absolutely. But your approach is really different. Tell us a little bit about how you recommend companies think about gender and diversity. So you need diversity and inclusion to live somewhere. You need an owner of it, and it makes sense that it's owned by the HR function. And we think that's essential. And it makes sense because it starts with hiring or with people. Because it starts with people. These are all people. And people crosses every single function from marketing to technology to law. And that makes sense. It's necessary, but not sufficient to motivate change. Change happens because each function and each person believes that it improves what they're doing. So for example, the rollout of something like agile software development, software developers use it because they were told it makes them develop better software. What if we approach diversity like that? Managers start to be curious about it and engage in it because they saw it made them better. Developing software that was unbiased. Their team meetings went better. More voices were included. People weren't leaving. When you embed it in what people do every day, that's when it's not something that disappears when the HR person disappears. It's embedded in what people do every day and we think that's really important. And you were also talking about, you were talking about thinking about this in terms of product rollout, but also in terms of how people are introduced and how they interact. So we've discovered language matters. And often if we don't think strategically about language, stereotypes will guide how we call people regardless of who they are. So we might tend to say, I love working with Lori. She's so great. She's my best friend. And I appreciate working with, let's say Brian because he's a strong leader and very strategic. And even though I think they're both really great and really strategic, the audience takes a very different perspective of what people's contribution is. So language matters, how we introduce people. I always tell people, look closely at your LinkedIn profile. Look at how you're endorsing people and try to use language that reflects your values which are both very driving, strategic and collaborative team working. Combine them. Don't default to one or the other based on stereotypes. So can you, let's unpack that a little bit more in terms of the stereotypes and the way you describe Lori on the one hand and Brian on the other. How is it different? And what would you say is typically done and what should we be thinking about to do better? Well it turns out that men and women leaders behave very similarly. That we describe their successes and failures very differently in language based on stereotypes. So if we're not thinking about what do I want to say and instead think about what I happen to say, we'll wind up describing them very differently for the exact same outcome. Some descriptions are more aligned with getting promoted and some are more aligned with kind of that helper supporter type person. And over time you could start to see someone gaining an advantage based on how we perceive them and not their actual contribution. So one of our recommendations is to think strategically about language to prevent that kind of perception difference from being replicated in how we introduce people, how we describe them, how we talk about them. In terms of diversity programs, we were talking a little bit about this before the show started. Does it matter where you start? Do you start with thinking about being more inclusive of women or with minorities or people of different sexual orientations? I mean, where do you start and does it matter? That's such a great question. It's something I grapple with all the time. And in all my years of working in this field, my new line is there is no trickle down diversity. And what I mean by that is by working on the kind of the broadest segment, for example, women, does not mean that black women, Latina women and Asian women will benefit for their fair share of these efforts. And it might be harder to design for everyone, men of color, sexually diverse people, people with disabilities. But if we don't start there, it seems like we never get there. So my new perspective is we really have to start with the hard questions. And in the end, whatever we develop will benefit far more people than starting somewhere and having to make up for the fact that we didn't include everybody equally in our programs. As the executive director of the Klayman Institute at Stanford, what do you make of what's happening right now in Uber, in Silicon Valley? We've seen so much really depressing, horrible news coming out. And this is just a couple of years after the Ellen Powell lawsuit. Why aren't things better? And what's your take? So the mechanism of what's behind all the news today is the same, it's privilege. That someone's story is believed and someone's story is not believed. And we act on the stories that more align with our cultural norms of expectation, high performance, and that perpetuates itself. And to tell you the truth, there are many days when I just can't look at the newsfeed. But then I hope that every day I get a little bolder. I've found I've spoken a little more strongly. I've pushed a little harder. I've tried not to be complacent myself. But more importantly, I'm trying to support the men and women who are trying to make a difference because we're all feeling a little bit beat down by some of the news. And I think now more than ever we need to support the well-intentioned people who are trying to do good and know that it's a long view and we're in it for the long run. So let's not get distracted by anything but keep pushing forward even down to making sure our daughters know that they matter. That if something happens to them, it matters.  I think all of that matters. And are you working on anything in particular right now that is directly, I mean, of course it directly, it all addresses it, but that really is about what you're hearing women's tales from Silicon Valley? You know, what's really exciting about being at an institute that's over 40 years old? Is that we have a range of topics that we work on? And at the Claim Institute we've been working on breaking the culture of sexual assault for two years now. And we're looking at what are the cultural configurations that enable these actions to be kind of happened frequently? And what can we do to address the culture in which assault and harassment happens?  Does it matter that you announce with a big statistic? Does it matter that you say these things are unacceptable or to just say it's part of kind of everyday life? So we're studying the language of these announcements, we're studying the frequency of them and it's something we've been working on for years because I think when you think about gender equality, it's complex and it's got a lot of dimensions. And if we only go in one direction, we're going to miss something. So I think it's always keeping your eye on all the barriers that women face from harassment to language to promotions to access and figuring out what are common ways that we can address and attack all of those issues and find workable solutions. What is your best advice to a, let's say a male executive in Silicon Valley who says, Lori, I want my company to be different. I want it to be a more welcoming, inclusive, nurturing culture for everyone. What would you say to him? I would say start with the assumption that everything might have bias in it. Then- Because we're human? Because we're human. Okay, okay. And just like software, you always assume there's something you can debug and you're looking for ways that it might be broken and we're often complacent about how people are treated in team meetings, how we hire, who gets promoted, and if we assume that there could be a bug in any one of those processes and we're vigilant about getting better and better over time at tracking them and proving them and then getting ahead of them, that's where a company can take real traction. But the moment we become complacent, we actually open the door to more bias because then we stop looking and the bias is always going to be there. But I like what you said, too, about assume that there's something you can't debug. I mean, that's real softwares, but you're talking their language. Right, right. And I talked to a lot of male executives, very well-intended, who really want solutions. So part of my optimism is there are a lot of well-intentioned people in all of these companies. Let's give them the tools and perspectives to be effective and I think we will continue to see positive momentum even though the environment right now is a little hostile. I think keep driving forward with the long view. Make your cultures as inclusive and safe for all your employees as possible and take a good hard look at where there might be bias and let's not be afraid to tackle it together. And now let's give advice to that young woman who's starting out at a company in Silicon Valley who maybe is freshly graduated from college and has never experienced the workforce before. What would you say to her? I'd say you're awesome. And you know, there are challenges for everyone. Even CEOs get coached about their presence and everything else and there probably will be more barriers as a woman or a woman of color that you're going to have to get better at. But I'm like Gloria Steinem, I'm a hope of holic. I believe we can all develop the skills. I think we should work together, break the barriers and develop the skills, but in the end of the day, your voice matters and having you develop the future of technology matters. So let's work on that together. Lori Mackenzie, thank you so much for joining us. Thank you. I'm Rebecca Knight for theCUBE. This is Women Transforming Technology. We'll be right back.