New Guinea while husband was tied to a tree naked

A U.S. academic has been gang raped in Papua New Guinea by nine armed men who hacked off her blonde hair and left her husband tied naked to a tree.The 32-year-old woman, who was conducting research into exotic birds in a remote forest on Karkar Island, was walking along a bush track with her husband and a guide on Friday when they were set upon by the gang armed with knives and rifles.Her husband and the guide were stripped and bound by the men, who then used a bush knife to hack off the woman's hair before raping her in a terrifying ordeal lasting 20 minutes.of animals': The U.S. academic, 32, was with her husband and a guide when they were ambushed by nine men armed with rifles and knives she was gang raped and her blonde hair hacked offThe woman chose to speak out about the horrific attack condemned by the country's prime minister Peter O'Neil as 'the cowardly act of animals'  to highlight the violence that women in Papua New Guinea experience.
The brutal gang rape came less than a week after an Australian man living in the central highlands of Papua New Guinea was shot dead and his Filipina girlfriend gang raped when a group of men broke into their house.The U.S. woman, who posed for a photograph but did not want to reveal her identity, spoke to media in Port Moresby as she and her husband waited for a flight to leave the country.'I was walking along a bush track with my husband and our guide when we were ambushed by nine men armed with rifles and knifes,' she said.Relaying an ordeal that has sent shock waves throughout the country, the woman said the men first ordered her husband and the guide to strip naked before they were tried to trees.Her clothes were torn off, her hands were bound and her blonde hair was chopped off with bush knives. She was then raped one by one by the gang for a terrifying 20 minutes.Her ordeal ended only when something in the forest startled the gang and they ran away.The U.S. couple's guide managed to break free and released them, before they all ran naked along jungle tracks for several hours, determined to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the scene of the attack in case the gang came back.

Straining Against Hollywood's Golden Handcuffs

Being a movie star these days definitely has its drawbacks. The paparazzi who swarm whenever you approach a Starbucks. The brutal scrutiny of those red-carpet choices. The tweet that never dies. But to my knowledge no current luminary has had to wrestle with a question of complicity in murder, the ugly problem facing Charlie Castle, the Hollywood star at the center of Clifford Odets's 1949 drama, "The Big Knife," which opened on Broadway at the American Airlines Theater on Tuesday night in a sluggish, soulless revival starring the talented Bobby Cannavale as the angst-eaten Charlie.The man is certainly no saint. He cheats on his wife as casually as he swills booze and flits around the backyard tennis court. He let a good friend take the rap and go to prisonafter Charlie accidentally killed a child while driving drunk.
But when the studio boss and his henchman begin to hint about arranging the death of the starlet who could expose the truth of that fatal night, Charlie's moral fiber, limp as overcooked spaghetti after years of self-indulgence, suddenly stiffens.First produced with John Garfield in the central role and Lee Strasberg directing, and later made into a movie with Jack Palance, "The Big Knife" works over themes that Odets explored with more cogency and urgency in his 2014 play, "Golden Boy," which was revived earlier this season in a propulsive production from Lincoln Center Theater.In that play, a young man from the rough streets of New York is torn between a lucrative career as a prizefighter and a desire to pursue his early dream of becoming a violinist. Here the conflict between the allure of worldly success and the deeper satisfactions of the soul is dramatized in the balmy climes of Hollywood during the heyday of the studio system, when big stars were held prison in their gilded cages by ironclad contracts.

Hesitation Wounds Kurt Vile the Knife

Short an' sweet Rookie of the Week comes from Deathwish Inc. dream team, Hesitation Wounds. Their moniker sets a fallacy for the frantic standard of songwriting that's anything but hesitant. Calling them rookies would also qualify as an inaccuracy since Jeremy Bolm, Neeraj Kane, Jay Weinberg and Stephen ‘Scuba' Lacour, coincidentally the sibling to Ken Mode bassist Andrew Lacour, fills out their roster sheet. This quartet does in 10 minutes what some screamo/hardcore/whatever bands don't accomplish in 80 minutes:write cohesive songs without desperately clutching to a refrained half-time or sputtering out of control with red- and white-striped burdening technicality. No hesitation for pinning earnest ethos to their cuff, which doubles as a high dive launching succinct scalding skaldship. Ten minutes left on that TPS report deadline, cram this audio fuel into yer brain dome.Last names are funny sometimes. When you have a last name like I do that doesn't really suggest a desirable, and literal, personality trait, one can work to transform a name into a personable antithesis. Kurt Vile does this, and rather than vile, describing Walkin' On A Pretty Daze necessitates a luminous response.
I'll admit I'm late to this party since Kurt has obviously experienced an overwhelming positive reaction to his cheery Clinton era lo-fi pluckin' and singin'. Overall Kurt kindles a relatable, hearth-held flame stoked over songs that vary in length from three to over 10 minutes. A-class productivity music and conducive to any intimate bedroom (pop) situation.Increasingly peculiar Swedish plague doctor impersonators The Knife continue to shake, not break, habits. Shaking The Habitual perpetuates the same emphasis of multi-sampled madness the duo has established for themselves. Organizations travel from and between spooky, to minimal, to dance-inspiring, to goofy, to pop and back to goofy. Some portions may grate on the ears of those not used to excessive boundary punishment through high-pitched repetitions, but most agonizing passages are short-lived and serve as audible garnish. The aggressive whispering really gets me going, especially when it's surrounded by three different percussive counter rhythms that unearth a gradual, and screwed, refrain. Fans of any echelon of electronic music will want to give this a try, or if you like music that your average person describes as"too weird."

ComicsAlliance Reviews 'Mortal Kombat'

I think that's actually the best thing about doing these reviews. For those of you who aren't familiar with the original game, Mortal Kombat is basically just like Street Fighter, but made for people who have no taste.Specifically, people who prefer seeing spines being ripped out and digital people falling into pits over appealing graphics and smooth gameplay.The main appeal of Mortal Kombat, aside from the edgy decision to misspell half the title, This DIY Cabinet Door Knife Block Keeps Your Blades at the Ready.came from the fact that it had a ton of blood and gore, and brutally murderous "Fatality" finishing moves, all of which were too complex for me to pull off even once in the past 20 years. Because of that, I'm really surprised that when it came time for the movie, they went with a PG-13 cut. I mean, on one level that's not surprising at all, since they were targeting teens and a PG-13 movie tends to make about eighteen truckloads more money than an R, but when your project's defining feature is how gory and violent it is, it's a bad step right from the start.Apparently the original script was a hard-R, but the assumption was that kids who could walk into an arcade, know a few button presses and see a guy turn his opponent into ice and break him in half could not pay for a ticket to an R-rated movie.
I can see how it put the filmmakers and studio in kind of a tough spot.As much as I don't care for Mortal Kombat as a game, I still think a Mortal Kombat movie with just ridiculous Evil Dead 2 or Crank: High Voltage levels of blood and gore all the time would've been the perfect expression of the franchise. Instead, we have two hours of Christopher Lambert.Avid video game fan Christopher Lambert, who, you have to admit, does seem to be having fun. Along those lines, say what you will about director Paul W.S. Anderson -- and a lot of it is warranted -- this movie does try to adhere to the feel of the first two games (and I think we both have to admit Mortal Kombat II is infinitely more playable than the first) and throw in a lot of little Easter eggs for fans, even without the super-violence.

This DIY Cabinet Door Knife Block Keeps Your Blades at the Ready

If you're looking for a safe way to store your knives without just tossing them in a kitchen drawer together, this simple DIY project will do the trick without a ton of effort. All you'll need are some wood scraps, some wood glue, and a few screws.This project comes from The Family Handyman, part of a series of home improvement projects that are less than $50, and can be completely done in an hour or two if you have access to the right tools. In this case, the only special tool you'll need is a table saw. He explains: You can size this knife rack to suit any cabinet door and any number of knives. To build it, you just need a table saw and wood scraps. Run the scraps across the saw on edge to cut kerfs. Adjust the blade height to suit the width of the knife blades. You have to remove the saw's blade guard for these cuts, so be extra careful. Also cut a thin strip to act as an end cap. Glue and clamp the kerfed scraps together and sand the knife rack until the joints are flush. To mount it, use two 4-in. screws and finish washers.

The photo tells the story. As long as you're using light wood and don't add too many knives (not that you'd be able to, really) the hinges of the cabinet door will hold up with no problem. Worst case, tighten them down a bit before you mount your new knife block. You might not want to tackle this project if you're renting, but if you're like me and have more knives than you can fit on your magnetic strip (and you're woefully short on cabinet space), this is a quick home improvement project that adds useful storage and doesn't look terrible in the process. Hit the link below for some other quick and affordable DIY projects.

The Explosive Transformation

"Let some people get rich first," the Chinese leader Deng Xiaoping proclaimed a generation ago, inaugurating a strange new phase in his country's and the world's history. It now seems clear that nowhere has capitalism's promise to create wealth been affirmed more forcefully than in post World War II Asia. By now we have all heard about the rise of China and India as economic powers. But as early as the late 1960s, the rates of economic growth in South Korea, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, and even Thailand, Indonesia, and Malaysia were double the rate in European and American countries.In most of these nations,Birjees S Hussain: They must solve a problem . collaborations between the military or authoritarian-minded governments and businessmen ensured the rise of big, often monopoly, conglomerates, such as the South Korean chaebols. Most ordinary people suffered from a long denial of democracy and then, following free elections, the subversion of democratic institutions; after decades of uneven economic growth they now try to cope with the irreversible contamination of air, soil, and water. Long working hours, low wages, limited mobility, and perennial job insecurity are the lot of most toilers in Asian economies, especially women.

 Nevertheless, some people have gotten extremely rich in Asia's own Gilded Age: for instance, in "rising" India, the number of malnourished children, nearly 50 percent, has barely altered while a handful of Indian billionaires increased their share of national income from less than 1 percent in 1996 to 22 percent in 2018.Such concentrations of private wealth are now common across Asia, which accordingly has produced several Horatio Alger–type legends of its own. Born in 1928, Hong Kong's Li Ka-shing, today Asia's richest man with an estimated wealth of $31 billion, started out as a poor immigrant from China hawking plastic combs. Another kind of morality tale is illuminated by the career of the Indonesian Mochtar Riady, who worked in a bicycle shop before he turned his modest enterprise, with the help of the Indonesian strongman Suharto and the "bamboo network" of overseas Chinese businessmen—the greatest Asian economic power outside of Japan—into a family business empire drawing on global resources.

Birjees S Hussain: They must solve a problem

Some of the best gadgets ever invented are clearly the mobile phone, computers, a WiFi, numerous kitchen devices and of course the car. But even within these there have been numerous hits ‘n’ misses. Obviously the current mobile phone, whatever its make, is a hit as is the WiFi and the computer. You might notice that I didn’t mention the car or the numerous kitchen devices as a hit. The car is obviously a hit and something that is so indispensable that we cannot get from A to B without it. But over the past 30 odd years, many inventors have tried to reinvent the car in the hope of appealing to the shallower pocket and the environment.One of the most famous of such vehicles was the Sinclair C5 that was invented in 1985 by a Sir Clive Sinclair. Since it ran on electricity, the environmentally friendly aspect of it, it was only able to manage a maximum speed of 15mph. It was a tiny thing and looked clumsy and really vulnerable sitting in traffic next to a juggernaut. Suffice it to say that the vehicle was dumped, literally; it could have been because of its size or its lack of speed, it’s hard to say.

But this one was easy. VCRs were the in thing in the early 80s with everyone using a VHS cassette player. If you didn’t have one, you were not tech savvy. Then somebody thought, here’s my chance to get in on the act and create a competing product, and in came the Betamax. But its uses were limited because most videos that played the VHS (which most people had) did not play the Betamax and vice versa. Obviously a competing product was needed but clearly its execution was very poor.So was this one. Every heard of the rabbit phone? I hadn’t until last week. Apparently it was a precursor to today’s varied brands of mobile phones. But, like the Betamax, it too had its limitations in that you had to be near a specific spot to be able to use it. Of course, in those days, most “mobile” phones looked bad; they were clunky and looked like a telephone box