The scorpion is the crest of the Alacrán family. Family crests hark back to antiquity (just think of medieval knights or feudal landlords), and yet today many groups (good and bad) have logos and families have a crest that has symbolic meaning for their house or family. So In The House of the Scorpion, the word ‘house’ refers to the Alacrán family, while the actual scorpion is the symbol that El Patrón has chosen to represent that family.
Rob Stewart (a Canadian photographer, filmmaker and conservationist) produced two films which we have referenced in Alcuin’s Global Stewardship programmes over the past years: Sharkwater (2006) and Revolution (2012).
We were saddened by the news that Rob died in a scuba diving incident off the Florida coast on January 31, 2017. He was 37 years old. Rob had already begun to work on the sequel, Sharkwater: Extinction. In his short lifetime, Rob inspired youth around the world to action and changed government policies. Due to Rob’s tireless efforts, the killing of 80 000 sharks per year has been brought into the spotlight, resulting in multiple international bans on shark finning.
The world is indeed a poorer place today.
Matt’s 13 year-old mind was going crazy. He looked around and saw a big horse and then he saw a man on the horse. He was a big, tall man with muscles like mountains! Matt then realized it was the farm patrol chasing him. The farm patrol roam the oasis and turn anybody into eejits that try to illegally cross borders. He was sprinting through the oasis which borders Dreamland and Aztlan.
The farm patrol was getting really close. If he was caught, he would be turned into an eejit! His emotions were stressed, excited and worried. His adrenaline was pumping through his body at the speed of light! Matt is the only one running from the farm patrol, so nobody can help him escape. The farm patrol is on Matt’s tail! The farm patrol officer reached out and got a hold of Matt’s bag but Matt managed to slip out of the bag straps and dash to the border.
At last, he was free! The Beekeepers were there to help him catch his breath and settle into what he thought would be his forever home.
Warhammer is a table-top game based around two or more generals commanding large armies of soldiers to war with other generals. There are over 15 different races and nations, all of which are playable. It requires tactics, as well as a bit of luck. This club will be focused on Warhammer Fantasy but 40K players may bring their armies and are welcome. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know anything about Warhammer … everything will be explained!
Don’t worry if you don’t have an army, for armies will be provided; but if you have one, please bring it. We will not only play regular Warhammer, but there will be chain battles, capture the objective, Silver Tower, and many more. So, whether you worship Gork, Mork, Sigmar, Khorne, Hashut, the Dwarves gods, the Elven gods, The Horned Rat, or one of the many other gods, please join us on Wednesdays from 3:00pm to 4:00pm.
The Miller family went on a family vacation to Hawaii. For half of the vacation, they are going to hike three Hawaiian volcanoes. The family woke up at 4am on a bright sunny Thursday morning in the middle of September. The dad Michael drove as fast as he could so the family would not miss the flight. The airport was full of business travelers going all around the world. The Miller family checked into their flight after that they went through security. As they were going through security, Marissa checked the family’s exact boarding time. Marissa realized the exact boarding time was right now.
‘Tis certainly the season … BOO!
Yes, it is Hallowe’en time again and the moral question inevitably arises: Is it acceptable to scare people? What about scaring 11 million people? “Not possible”, I hear you say? Well, read how this actually happened, and the disastrous consequences that followed.
Happy Hallowe’en, everyone, and remember to be afraid, very afraid …. BWAHAHA!
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.
I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gushed,
A wicked whisper came and made
My heart as dry as dust.
An orphan’s curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (2016)
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
Soon I heard a roaring wind:
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.
The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on!
Beneath the lightning and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The mariners all ‘gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools —
We were a ghastly crew.
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