Populus is a genus of 25–35 species of deciduous flowering plants in the family Salicaceae, native to most of the Northern Hemisphere. English names variously applied to different species include poplar (/ˈpɒp.lər/), aspen, and cottonwood.
In the September 2006 issue of Science, it was announced that the Western Balsam Poplar (P. trichocarpa) was the first tree to have its full DNA code sequenced.
The genus has a large genetic diversity, and can grow from anywhere between 15–50 m (50 to 165 ft) tall, with trunks of up to 2.5 m (8 ft) diameter.
The bark on young trees is smooth, white to greenish or dark grey, often with conspicuous lenticels; on old trees it remains smooth in some species, but becomes rough and deeply fissured in others. The shoots are stout, with (unlike in the related willows) the terminal bud present. The leaves are spirally arranged, and vary in shape from triangular to circular or (rarely) lobed, and with a long petiole; in species in the sections Populus and Aigeiros, the petioles are laterally flattened, so that breezes easily cause the leaves to wobble back and forth, giving the whole tree a "twinkling" appearance in a breeze. Leaf size is very variable even on a single tree, typically with small leaves on side shoots, and very large leaves on strong-growing lead shoots. The leaves often turn bright gold to yellow before they fall during autumn.
Mors Kochanski is a Canadian bushcraft and wilderness survival instructor, naturalist and author.
The Kochanski family immigrated to Canada from Poland in 1938 and Mors was born two years later (1940), the fifth of six children. His mother named him "Morris", but because of a misunderstanding due to her Polish accent, the midwife wrote 'Mors' on the birth certificate. His father had fought for the Polish Army during the First World War and his experiences left him with a strong desire to see his children educated so that they might benefit from serving as officers, as he felt they would inevitably be conscripted for military service during a war in their lifetime.
Mors was brought up on a relatively isolated farm in Saskatchewan, where he spent a most of his time assisting his father, a carpenter (who in Poland had specialised in the construction of windmills) and working on the farm. In his early school years, he walked or rode 7 miles to and from school on a bush road, a daily journey that was a significant part of his education and the foundation for a lifetime interest in nature.
Keith Morrison (born July 1, 1947 in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan) is a Canadian, veteran broadcast journalist. Since 1995, he has been a correspondent for Dateline NBC.
Morrison got his start in 1966 working for the Saskatoon StarPhoenix before moving on to radio and then television. He was a reporter or anchor at local stations in Saskatchewan, Vancouver and Toronto.
He joined CTV's Canada AM in 1973 as a newsreader and also worked as a reporter and weekend anchor as well as a producer. As a reporter at CTV he won awards for his coverage of the Yom Kippur War. From 1975 to 1976 he was a reporter on CTV National News and served as national affairs correspondent and substitute anchor on the show from 1976 to 1979.
Morrison joined the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation in 1982 as substitute anchor and chief political correspondent for The Journal, the network's nightly public affairs program, remaining until 1986. He also co-hosted Midday, the network's noon-hour newsmagazine from 1984 to 1985.
Stephen Maxwell, better known as Steve Maxwell (December 3, 1952 - ), is an American fitness coach, physical educator, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor. Maxwell was named one of the top 100 trainers in the USA by Men's Journal.
Maxwell was the first man to teach kettlebell classes in the United States. He holds a Master’s Degree in Exercise Science from West Chester University of Pennsylvania.
Maxwell trains professional athletes including players for the Phillies, Dodgers, and Eagles. He also has worked with various US Government agencies, including the DEA, Secret Service, and FBI as well as many Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu academies throughout the country. Maxwell travels around the world leading seminars in strength conditioning, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, kettlebells, and joint mobility.
Maxwell had owned and operated Maxercise Gym, in Philadelphia, PA for 16 years.
Maxwell has a long history of competitive grappling. He wrestled competitively through high school and college, and then in the US Army. Maxwell became the first person certified to teach Gracie Jiu-Jitsu in the USA, but is not the first American to earn a black belt from Relson Gracie.
Dolly Rebecca Parton (born January 19, 1946) is an American singer-songwriter, author, multi-instrumentalist, actress and philanthropist, best known for her work in country music. As a songwriter, she has composed over 3,000 songs, the best known of which include "I Will Always Love You" (a two-time U.S. country chart-topper for Parton, as well an international pop hit for Whitney Houston), "Jolene", "Coat of Many Colors", "9 to 5" and "My Tennessee Mountain Home". As an actress, she starred in the movies 9 to 5, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, Steel Magnolias, Straight Talk, Unlikely Angel and Joyful Noise. She is one of the most successful female country artists of all time; with an estimated 100 million in album sales, Dolly Parton is also one of the best selling artists of all time. She is known as "The Queen of Country Music".
She was born in Sevierville, Tennessee, the fourth of twelve children of Avie Lee Parton (née Owens; October 5, 1923 – December 5, 2003) and Robert Lee Parton (March 22, 1921 – November 12, 2000), a tobacco farmer. Her siblings are: Willadeene Parton (born March 24, 1940), David Wilburn Parton (born March 30, 1942), Coy Denver "Denver" Parton (born August 16, 1943), Bobby Lee Parton (born February 18, 1948), Stella Mae Parton (born May 4, 1949), Cassie Nan Parton (February 12, 1951), Randel Huston "Randy" Parton (born December 15, 1953), Larry Gerald Parton (born and died July 6, 1955), Floyd and Frieda Estelle Parton (born June 1, 1957), and Rachel Ann Parton (born August 31, 1959). Her family was, as she has described them, "dirt poor". She outlined her family's lack of money in a number of her early songs, notably "Coat of Many Colors" and "In the Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)". They lived in a rustic, dilapidated one-room cabin in Locust Ridge, Tennessee, a hamlet just north of the Greenbrier Valley, in the Locust Ridge area of the Great Smoky Mountains in Sevier County, a predominantly Pentecostal area.
Plot
Mangchi is a young boy with few problems and an easy disposition. Living on a building in the middle of the sea, he flies around on his little flying bike looking for adventures and longs for the day when he's finally an adult. So, when a princess named Poplar is being chased by two fighter planes, he rescues her. Little does he know that he will be pulled away from the city he has lived all his life, and dragged by Poplar into an adventure smack dab in between two countries at war and the evil plans of Moonk, usurper to Poplar's throne, who seeks world domination.
Keywords: anime, based-on-comic, manhwa
And all the causes that you're fighting for can't stand up to your tan
Flip-flop and recreate yourself so you can make the common stand
Out in front of the clinic holding signs, pretending that you mind
You take the things that no one should say
And you put them on display
Come off your soapbox
Let us think for ourselves
And I swear we will find our way
So now you've got your bridge, you've got your friends
You've finally got your chance
To take the plunge just like a lemming should
To jump with all of them
Battles with the stubborn and the blind are a waste of my time
From the bottom of this cup this bulbous world is finally straight
as straight, as broken lines can sound
And maybe I didn't wanna feel the changing pace of
Life's unforgiving grip, admit my reel was slowing down
But I've seen this world through the cracks in the floor
I've been the Pimp, Lord and I've been the whore
I've found solice when I closed my eyes, it's fine
Open up and let a bottle run the night
Hey, his cup is full and it will break you, break you
Hey, he's going down and he will take you, take you down
There's feelings to hide
Nothing is ever all right
Chorus
"I believe in a world where brown-bagging it cures the hopeless thoughts of all who follow in his name.
Jack, Jim, Jose: All members of a secret sect sworn to the happiness of all men. No matter who it hurts...
No matter how many families it destroys, kids it kills and lives it ruins, keep in mind, that as with most things,
damage only comes in excess."
She lies down and cries herself to sleep
Every night a battle that never seems to cease
Her twisted heart cant heal without a mind
To crush the shadow cast when she crossed the line
Another day is locked away
Awake and lonely she finds herself
To face another day stuck on the shelf
She knocks it down and builds it up again
Replacing the lid securely and then
Another day is locked away
The Path of least resistance is effortless she promises
Soon one day she'll find herself off the shelf and she notices
Empty hearts do not remain once the pain is focused in to overcome yourself
Selfishness gently becomes yourself.
She lies now and makes herself believe
Her life is grand. She's gladdened without me
But who's the fool? She'll figure soon enough
Reflecting back her image is clear to see
Another day is locked away
Chorus
All you ever needed was to open up your eyes and see the world in front of you
All you never saw was my heart breaking and bleeding over you
All you'll never hear are words unspoken. Unspoken wisdom all for you. I was all for you.
I don't want to argue
I don't have it left in me
I don't have the strength to fight this conflict eating you and me
You're always right in everything
Always coming down on me
Always acting like your mentally superior to me
Try to reason
Try to agree
If you don't want and I don't want to try to see, try to be
Think in common
Think like me
In miscommunication, try to see, try to be
Verse
If it were anything other than
Wanting everything and having it all
All in his hands
If he were half of what he could be
He'd be nothing at all
He lives in a moment and he hangs from
The wall to prove he owns his youth
Take these bones and throw them out
My closet's seen enough for now
I need the space for hangups yet to come
And take my guilt and ring it out
I'll need it back but not right now
I'll need the space to get away
From the problems that I create
He know what he's doing and
He knows who he pains
And she knows the family that he's pushing
Away to prove that he's needed too
I look into me and feel this somthing you will never see
Trapped in skin clearly not meant for me
Can't control the only thing I've ever known
This person that's locked up inside of me can't escape
The fire that's blazing inside of me burns away
Im trying to change me
Im trying to grow
Im certain you'll love me
When I have evolved
When Im free, when I've reached some kind of reprieve
I've seen this before
You're on it again
It's all in your eyes
They've sold you out
Now that your world's standing still
I've got time to say
That the steps that you take to forget all your pain
Won't let you remember your life's not that easy to change
Your chemical dream has gone too far
Now you've become what they told you to be
And somehow forgot who you are
They want you to say
That you're better than me
But why pay for lies I've
Already told you for free
And now here we are
So very far from the start
Well that shit that you take might have cleared up your mind
But didn't leave much of your heart
CHORUS
If you walk away, don't turn around
I won't pick you up just to wacth you fall down again
Maybe this time, you'll realize
You don't play the game you can't make the rules
While you sit and think of which lies to choose
Again you push me as I'm falling
You say you've changed your ways but I fail to see
When it's the same old shit that you're doing to me
You hold me down as I am drowning
And just when I've begun
To crawl out from this hole
The walls start caving
I can't believe the things that you say
Your words are choking me
I can't believe your nerve as you're leaving me
Watching me as I bleed
And here it comes again now let the games begin
You give a smile, hello but it's all pretend
You always pinch me when I'm dreaming
You'll give a chance to all that try except for me
And as I close my eyes I can finally see
You'll never stop til I lay dying
And just when I've begun
To crawl out from this hole
The walls start crumbling
Walk away from the aftermath
The residue of raw emotion that you always leave behind
Run away. Leave today. Spare the people in your path
Spare yourself the shame
When the blood that's on your hands becomes the blood that's in them
You're to blame. That's your prerogative.
It doesn't mean he is out to hurt the ones he knows
They're just the box that's built around him not expanding as he grows
He doesn't see that he's the one who is shattered by these broken dreams
Trust is hard to gain but easy to give to someone else
Friends are everywhere but most of the time out for themselves
All these pieces of a mind that's made of clay
Soft and then it hardens
Making it easier to break
Shattering everywhere
Dissolved are the bonds with the people that I have been meeting
Long since the time when I could depend
Resolved is the guilt I've been feeling for needing
Gone out the door fast as it came in