Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
US Presidential Transition Forecasting
US Presidential Transition Forecasting
The transition between President Biden and former President Trump is likely to depend heavily on several factors, including the tone set by both leaders, the political and social climate, and how supporters of both parties react. Here are some considerations:
Take Pride in Your Children
Take Pride in Your Children
Take pride in your children, for they are the seeds,
Sown in the garden where love meets their needs.
Nurtured with patience, their roots find their place,
Grounded in kindness, they bloom in their space.
Their first timid steps, a wobble, a fall,
A glance in your eyes can mean more than it all.
For the whispers of praise, the gleam of your pride,
Are the winds that will carry their dreams far and wide.
Take pride in their questions, the "why" and the "how,"
The way their imaginations take flight even now.
For a curious mind is a treasure untold,
A spark of the future, a glimpse of pure gold.
Shirley Bass Foundation Sponsors Bahamian Odissi Dancer's Journey to India
Shirley Bass Foundation Sponsors Bahamian Odissi Dancer's Journey to India
Despite the geographical distance between The Bahamas and India, Carlito has cultivated a deep connection with Odissi dance through determination and modern technology. His journey began in his early teens when he discovered Indian classical dance videos online and began teaching himself the intricate movements and choreographies of both Odissi and Bharatanatyam. In 2019, Carlito's dedication led him to study with renowned dancer Bijayini Satpathy at a workshop in Atlanta. When the COVID-19 pandemic shifted dance instruction online in 2020, he seized the opportunity to begin regular virtual training with Satpathy, who has since become his guru. This relationship has blossomed into multiple trips to India for intensive workshops under her guidance.
While maintaining a career in the insurance industry, Carlito has achieved significant milestones in his dance journey. He completed the Indian Classical Dance Educators' Professional Development course at UNC Charlotte in 2020 and was selected for the competitive Unrehearsed Artist Residency Program in 2023, conducted by San Francisco's Nava Dance Theatre. Through this residency, he created a short film documenting his experiences as a solo artist. Read full story.
Monday, January 6, 2025
The Bahamas is the Place to Be
The Bahamas is the Place to Be
Beneath the skies of endless blue,
Where ocean whispers sing to you,
A paradise, a dream set free,
Oh, The Bahamas is the place to be.
The waves that kiss the golden sand,
Hold secrets cupped in nature's hand,
Turquoise waters, calm yet vast,
A timeless realm where moments last.
The sun awakes with a fiery glow,
Its amber rays in soft waves flow,
Palms sway gently, a tranquil plea,
Come, The Bahamas is the place to be.
The Lost Research Station
The Lost Research Station
Chapter 1: Arrival at the Island
The seaplane’s engine buzzed loudly, the sound bouncing off the turquoise water below as it approached the remote island of Soldier Crab Cay in the Bahamas. Dr. Elena Vargas leaned her face against the plane’s window, watching the emerald palm trees sway in the breeze as the small island grew larger. She clutched her notebook tightly, her mind swirling with possibilities. Reports of coral bleaching in such a pristine and isolated area had baffled her colleagues at the Marine Ecological Institute. As a young marine biologist with a reputation for unraveling complex ecological puzzles, Elena had been handpicked for the investigation.
The island’s only dock jutted out over crystal-clear waters, where a skiff waited. A gruff older man, introduced simply as Captain Harris, gestured for Elena to hop aboard. “This place doesn’t see many visitors,” he said as they sped toward the southern tip of the island. “Coral’s been strange lately. Fish, too. The locals stay away from the reefs now.”
Elena raised an eyebrow. “Strange how?”
“Bigger. Brighter. And meaner,” Harris muttered. He said no more, his weathered face grim. Elena shivered, unsure if it was from the ocean breeze or his ominous tone.
That evening, she set up her equipment in a modest shack near the beach. Maps of the coral reefs, water sampling kits, and her dive gear were neatly laid out. As the sun dipped below the horizon, her resolve solidified. Tomorrow, she would explore the reef. The reports, the strange fish, the eerie tales—she was ready to find the truth.







