How To Invest When You Re Young

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  • (You're) You (stressed ; unstressed ) is the second-person personal pronoun in Modern English. Ye was the original nominative form; the oblique/objective form is you (functioning originally as both accusative and dative), and the possessive is your or yours.
  • (You're) is a contraction of "you" and "are"
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  • make an investment; "Put money into bonds"
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  • furnish with power or authority; of kings or emperors
  • Expend money with the expectation of achieving a profit or material result by putting it into financial schemes, shares, or property, or by using it to develop a commercial venture
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When You're Strange: A Film About The Doors
When You're Strange: A Film About The Doors
When You're Strange, written and directed by the award-winning Tom DiCillo, is the first feature documentary released on The Doors. Graced by the narration of Johnny Depp, it carries the audience through the journeys of vocalist Jim Morrison, keyboardist Ray Manzarek, guitarist Robby Krieger, and drummer John Densmore. This 90-minute presentation features never-before-seen rare archival film, pulled from their inception in 1966 to Morrison's passing in 1971. These snapshot scenes of the band's history is as much an intimate experience, as it is revealing. After being featured at the Sundance, Berlin, Deauville, and San Sebastian Film Festivals, music fans who didn't catch this in theaters can now relish in this extraordinary documentary. It celebrates the collaborative power of this illustrious rock quartet and their revolutionary fusion of creativity and thought-provoking rebellion.

Of course that's Johnny Depp narrating When You're Strange, the 2010 documentary about the Doors: who else but Hollywood's biggest fan of counterculture history? The film's other prominent attraction is the treasure trove of heretofore unscreened footage from the band's heyday, including backstage material, film-school stuff, and a curious project shot by (and starring) Jim Morrison after the group had broken through. That color footage, which When You're Strange returns to throughout its running time, has a bearded, zonked Morrison driving through the Southwest desert, on the road to who knows where. For fans, this footage is fascinating to watch, although the actual narrative of the band's rise and flameout will be very familiar if you already know the story. And even for newbies, the breathless, grandiloquent nature of writer-director Tom DiCillo's approach will likely be a bit off-putting. Made with the participation of band members Ray Manzarek, Robbie Krieger, and John Densmore, the movie adopts a general air of sadness about Morrison's substance abuse, noting that a band intervention led to but one week of sobriety for their lead singer/shaman. It's not all gloom: footage of Morrison wading through a pre-concert crowd catches some of the giddy promise of his unpredictability, which seems so in tune with the era. Those fresh glimpses of an icon make this film worth seeing, even if you've traveled down this road before. --Robert Horton

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I Couldn't Turn Away
I Couldn't Turn Away
We were surrounded before I figured out that someone was gonna get hurt. I didn't see it coming at all and it happened so fast that there really wasn't time to get scared. The guy that threw the punch was young... like twenty eight maybe... and you could tell he worked out... a lot... probably junked up on steroids too... had his sleeves rolled up in that roid-rager way to show off his 'guns'... even though that'd gone out of style years before. It was the kinda punch a guy'd throw to impress his buddies. The kinda punch a man throws not so much to hurt the guy he's hittin' but to say to his buddies 'I gotcher back.' That's probably the worst punch to get hit with. Man... it flew right close by my head... I thought it was comin' for me but it was way too fast for me to even duck it. I could HEAR the guy's swing. The guy knew how to throw a punch too... that was pretty clear. He started it with his big toe and the energy went right through his entire body like a lightning bolt and it was all invested in his meaty well formed fist... watching him throw it was like watching a whip get cracked. There wasn't even time to blink. He 'punched through' his target like a skilled street fighter. That hit was 'all business.' The old man's nose was just instantly shattered right in front of me... obliterated. Before his body even crumpled there was this horrific explosion of blood. It splattered everywhere and I remember it hitting the wall and the floor before his body did. I remember this liquidy-thump sound... like a big piece of meat getting tenderized... nothing like the sound of a guy gettin' hit on TV. The man's face was demolished. This shit was real. Too real. There must have been eight of them and I knew I was next. I can tell you from experience that nothing sucks worse than being second in line for execution. What kind of guy punches an old man like that for callin' his boss a liar? I turned around to face the guy... I knew that there was no way outta this one. I wasn't gonna take it in the back of the head but I knew I was gonna take it so I figured I'd take it like a man... at least I could see it comin'. The circle tightened to close up the space the old man vacated after hitting the floor and I was at the center of it. Those jackals seemed to want some more blood on the floor... my blood. When the guy cocked back... I don't even think I threw my hands up to defend myself. It would have just prolonged the agony I knew that I was about to feel. But he didn't throw at me. He hesitated. We locked eyes and I silently mentally pleaded with the guy not to do it... but not a word came from my lips... I might've shook my head slightly... like 'don't do this' but that was it. Who wants to die begging for their life? I couldn't face God and ask him to let me slide by if I did that... and everyone knows the devil'd laugh your ass outta hell for it... Maybe that's why they invented purgatory... If you ain't good enough to get into heaven but you're too big a sissy boy to get into hell. I wouldn't ask for mercy from a man so merciless he threw a punch like that at a defenseless old man. Tough guy started to throw at me a time or two... like a flinch and he cocked back again... like he was readjusting his aim or his stance or something... Like he was taking windage on a target. It was almost like he wanted to see me cower in front of him and his buddies. I'd take the beating silently before I gave him that satisfaction. But the punch never came. He just turned around and walked away and the circle around me broke up without a word, although I remember these sounds... contemptuous sounds... sounds that said 'you'dda been next' and 'you're lucky we don't kill you' but they weren't words proper... just noises. The old man was making loud slurping-gurgling sounds and bleeding out all over the place... He kinda rolled over and put his hands over his shattered nose. It was pointing in a different direction as it had been when we'd walked in... almost like two directions if you can imagine that... it was heinously smashed. The only sound he made was this labored gasping for air. It was the unmistakeable sound of death if you've ever heard death before... the wheezing garglesong of the Grim Reaper himself. When I picked the old man up to drag him outta there I was surprised at how light he was... like a feather really... he told me before we walked in that he was a retired railroad signalman... he hadda be almost eighty I figured. He wore some awful synthetic pastel sweater and looked like everyone's grampa. Now it was just covered in his blood. Who the fuck goes around punching someone like that? Especially someone who wears a badge. I dragged the old guy out the door leaving a long bloody trail... that really thick, deep and dark blood that comes from a headwound like that... it was just pouring out of his nose... like it was a firehose of blood. I dragged him across the
Erinma Bell MBE. Peace Activist and Mother
Erinma Bell MBE. Peace Activist and Mother
Erinma Bell MBE. Peace Activist & Mother. One evening, just before Christmas, Erinma was walking home from a party with her husband and a friend when she spotted a group of young people standing in one of south Manchester's ubiquitous alleyways. Erinma immediately felt threatened by the groups behaviour but her husband told her she must be paranoid. “I'm sure he has a gun”, she said. “You're so suspicious”, he replied. Unfortunately, Erinma's intuition was correct. One of the young men shot Erinma's friend at point blank range, firing 11 or 12 rounds in total. When the gun was empty the group just walked away. "That's when gun crime became a reality in my life. Before, it was something I saw in the media. It didn't affect me directly. We knew it was happening in our community and we wanted to make a difference, but it's hard to really face what's happening until it actually happens to you.” It took 45 minutes for an ambulance to arrive at the scene yet when the recording of the 999 call was played back, shots and screaming can clearly be heard. The way the authorities responded in the aftermath of the incident indicated a deep-seated cynicism regarding south Manchester's black community and gun crime. Erinma felt she and her family were treated as suspects in the case, as if affiliated with the criminal fraternity in some way. This experience left Erinma outraged. “I decided that day that I could do one of two things; push what had happened to one side and forget about it, or do something to improve the situation”, she explains. “There were questions I felt could be answered, like 'Who's supplying the guns into our neighbourhood, because I know we don't have a gun factory in Moss Side? and 'Why does it take 45 minutes for an ambulance to turn up when someone's been shot?'" In June 2002 Erinma got involved in the Gang Stop march, a demonstration by people from the Longsight, Moss Side and Hulme areas of south Manchester saying 'enough' to drug gangs and the associated violence that was escalating throughout the area. By the late 1990s gun related killings were increasing. 1996 saw 28 confirmed shootings with 12 wounded and four dead. In 1997 there were 68 confirmed shootings, 39 injuries and six deaths. In 1999 more shots were fired in Manchester than in any other year; (at least 270, based on spent casings). In 1999 there were 43 gun related injuries and seven fatalities. Following the march, community meetings were held to discuss how to progress the work. If young people were being attracted to gang culture, at least part of the reason must be a lack of other options. It was decided to form an organisation to represent the community and ensure that young people had 'life-chances' as viable alternatives to crime. On the 27th November 2002 CARISMA (Community Alliance for Renewal, Inner South Manchester Area) was launched. The response was unanimously positive and eight local people were elected to join the Core Group, including four young people. CARISMA's aim 'life-chances for young people in the community' not only includes young people directly but also families, the wider community, schools, employers - anyone who could be a positive influence. Erinma recognised the work done by other organisations in the area. “I was attending a meeting one day in Moss side, then the same meeting about the same issues was being held in Longsight the next day. The people running the meetings didn't know so we started saying 'No, we need to coordinate this.'” An important part of CARISMA's work is linking together existing groups working in the community to communicate with one voice to Government, the Council, media and funders. Through strategic events such as the Peace Week celebration, now in it's tenth year, CARISMA raises awareness of the need to invest in our young people so that they might achieve their potential. "If I can be a good, simple role model, that's a good thing," she says. "I was born in Moss Side, went to the local primary school, the local secondary school and I do my work in Moss Side. I feel that's a good role model." CARISMA's award-winning approach has been praised for speaking to young people in a language they understand and for getting political leaders to understand the challenges faced in deprived areas. In 2009 Greater Manchester Police reported an 82% decrease in gang related shootings in Greater Manchester. CARISMA 's future in it's current incarnation seems uncertain. Spending cuts have made longer-term funding streams harder to secure, and the lease on the organisation's headquarters is will soon need renewing. “We may have to go back to running our core projects over the telephone from our houses” says Erinma, laughing. This portrait was taken in Erinma's office at CARISMA's headquarters in Hulme. Erinma stands by her fireplace, flanked by some of her achievements in the community. The formality and sombre tone of the picture

how to invest when you re young
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Granddaughter, You're My Little Dear: Collectible Deer Music Box by The Bradford Exchange
Your precious granddaughter is a treasure near - and dear - to your heart, and this limited-edition music box gift for granddaughters is the perfect way to express your love! It takes the shape of an adorable fawn, the perfect symbol of youth, wide-eyed innocence, and fresh beginnings.This porcelain deer music box is handcrafted by expert artisans exclusively for The Bradford Exchange under the hallmark of the prestigious Porcelaines Limoges-Turgot. Every hand-painted detail adds endearing charm, highlighted by the sweet melody of "You Are My Sunshine". The classic 22K gold Limoges-style hinge features a heart-shaped clasp set with a sparkling simulated jewel and opens to reveal a sweet sentiment inside: "Granddaughter, You're My Little Dear." Strong demand is expected for this exquisite heirloom music box, so don't risk missing out - order now!
An adorable porcelain deer music box that perfectly expresses your love for your dear granddaughter, available exclusively from The Bradford Exchange
This exclusive design is handcrafted of lustrous triple-fired Heirloom Porcelain
Fully sculpted and hand-painted to capture every detail of the fawn's endearing personality
22K gold Limoges-style hinge with a heart-shaped clasp set with a sparkling hand-set simulated jewel
This heirloom music box opens to reveal a sweet sentiment: "Granddaughter, You're My Little Dear"
Plays the melody of "You Are My Sunshine" at the turn of a key
Makes a unique gift for granddaughters
Edition strictly limited to 95 firing days, so order now
Hand-numbered with matching Certificate of Authenticity
Measures 4-1/2" L x 4" H; 11.4 cm L x 10.2 cm H