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I stayed up till 3am 11pm last night figuring out that neither laptop in the house was capable of mining doge. Assuming that governments issue currency to do the business of governments, that is raise armies, building infrastructure, subsizing a ruling class.
Just a few months ago I had very long hair and never imagined that I could be rocking a shaved head for the Winter.
Shocked by how crazy a policy idea that was, I began thinking about hair and head shaving and got really into it. 2 - Hair is precious and can be a great gift that you can give to somebody who will really appreciate it and this act doesn't cost you a penny. 5 - You forget what that heavy, wet hair feeling is like and that sensation of a damp back. 9 - Flying to the other side of the world the day after getting your head shaved and being away from everyone that knows you means that you really get to experience how people look at and judge a woman with a shaved head. 11 - You never have to think about 'the investment' of getting your hair wet, ie is it worth putting your head in the water when swimming given the extra time it will take to dry it.
15 - You don't have to have a hair tie on your wrist permanently or be constantly looking for one. 16 - The day I stopped feeling compelled to quickly explain that I used to have long hair was the day that I knew I have experienced a deep internal shift. 17 - You find yourself having conversations with men about their hair and experiences of shaving it. 22 - You have new found respect for men who have experienced receding hairlines, especially those who got it young.
24 - If you find yourself in a hot tub and somebody sprays your face with a cold hose pipe, you are happy, not annoyed that your hair is now wet. 25 - You experience both the boldness and strength of having a shaved head, and then at very few moments the juxtaposition of being perceived as unfeminine. 27 - It turns out that waxing your sideburns is incredibly painful and completely unnecessary. 28 - You can do some seriously sweaty exercise and then be in a meeting looking presentable with dry clean hair very shortly afterwards.
30 - Not using your hair dryer and hair straighteners daily keeps down your personal carbon footprint. 32 - I have experienced very few negative reactions to this act and they haven't bothered me one bit. 33 - You have new found respect for men who shave their heads, and for their skill in doing it themselves.
34 - There are no so many new style icons available to me, not just Grace Jones, Alek Wek, Sinead O'Connor and the recent new look of Anne Hathaway. 35 - You really experience the elements, the feeling on sun, wind and rain on a shaved head are a brilliant and 'loud' experience. 36 - It turns out that there are many women out there that have always wanted to shave their heads but are too scared. 38 - You have new found respect for people that you have just met that ask if they can rub your head. 39 - I genuinely think that people listen to me more now, look me in the eyes and take my opinions more seriously, almost now that they are not distracted by my long hair and their sub-conscious ideas about women that it triggers. 40 - My female friends have told me that my act has given them an opportunity to reflect on their own relationship with their hair and the attachment they have to it. 41 - I have had interesting conversations with people daily about the work that Womankind Worldwide do and the experiences of women across the world. If you feel inspired to shave your head for Womankind Worldwide, please contact me to discuss it. With a donation, you can help woman to transform their lives in Africa, Asia and Latin America.
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After countless hours of research on and about this breed, here is my version of how this wonderful breed came to be.In the early 1800a€™s Scotsman Bruce McKinsey moved his family moved from the cold damp climates of Northern Scotland to the Grampian Hills of Central Scotland. As an ambassador of the charity Womankind Worldwide, I decided to give away my hair as a fundraising and awareness raising move. I started to read about women who have their heads shaved by force in conflict areas, prisons and in other cultural situations like when a woman is widowed. Instead I most of my 21 inches inches off it, which were donated to The Little Princesses Trust to make wigs for kids with cancer, leaving just half an inch of hair.
It's been an incredible experience, and much more personally rewarding than I could have ever imagined.
Imagine the pain of bikini line waxing times three and combined with being punched in the face.

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The thing that had inspired it was reading about the suggestion by a politician in Zimbabwe that forcibly shaving women's heads would stop HIV and AIDS.
On the one hand, it's a weapon in conflict and a punishment designed to take something away from women and then on the other it is a symbol of feminism, boldness and personal empowerment. I made this video with artist Sarah Leslie and my hairdresser Lacey Hawkins using over 3000 still photograph images and shared it online. I couldn't see in a mirror so was just watching the audience who at times were laughing and joking as my hair went through various stages including a mohican.
Together with our partners, we help women achieve change; challenging violence and discrimination, helping women come together and helping women claim their rights and improve their lives. After spending time together working the sheep in the fields and watching how McKinseya€™s dogs worked the livestock, Alexander eventually acquired a female Scottish Colley from Bruce and named her Flora.
This initial haircut was a great experience but I realised that I needed to fully go for it, and so when a joke was made about me shaving my head next, I said yes. Then suddenly they all went deadly silent and just stared at me as the shearers had finished their work. So DOGE lets me send something of value to anyone that is willing to accept it and say thanks. There isna€™t any information as to the demise of Alexander, but he was well into his 80's at this time. This pup would come to be known as "Jet", a black pup with a faint line of white up his face, a white chest and socks.
Both theseA lines worked from the head and didn't have the a€?loose eyeda€? working style of the traditional Collies.If you look at the picture of the Basque Sheepherder, taken at the turn of the century, you can see the resemblance of our modern day McNab in the Black and white dog in the back on the right side.
Among Scottish flocks he is the pride of Scottish owners, and is valued, both in the Old World and the New, as one of the best aids money can procure.
Here even, in far California, there is one ranch, lying high on the breezy mountains and low in the grassy dells, that for years has relied upon the help given by imported collies and their offspring, and it is of the work these bright dogs do that this article is written.For the history of the collie one must look elsewhere than in a brief magazine sketch. Many wise dogs have journeyed far by land and sea to race over the rugged hills after the nimble sheep, which in these mountain wilds give fleet defiance to the would-be-gatherer.
No one but a real Scotch shepherd can train these dogs to the perfection they attain among Scottish flocks under constant supervision. Descended from long generations of workers the puppies take actively to business, and practice amusing tactics of herding on the farm poultry while still too young to be initiated into the graver cares of life; and at first sight of a band of sheep will usually make some move that denotes the shepherd strain. Literally is it true of the collie, Ye cannot serve two masters ; his allegiance must be given to but one, or the valuable animal becomes worthless for the work that nature and training have given him to do.
The breeze is sweet with bloom, and the sunlight falls, a flood of golden glory, over the lavish green of April meadow, as we take the upward trail, a woodland path that rises steeply under the shadow of the Peak, giving but glimpses of the valley home below, and winding through still shadows in the absolute silence of Natures own domains. Higher we go, and onward, past an old stone cabin, a picturesque bit of ruin in the lap of spring.
As we come out from the woods with the Peak still above us, send a swift glance northward, where Sanhedrim and the northern mountains still are capped in glittering snow, rising sharply from green valleys to the sunny sky, their sparkling peaks the only hint of winter in all this summerland.
Off he dashes up the hill, makes a wide circle past a dozen ewes, and as they bolt up hill heads them, turns, and deftly drives them down.
Their lambs lie asleep in the warm sun or frolic together on the hillside, bright bits of movement white against the green. A motion of the hand directs the alert dogs, and they join the two bands and send them steadily along the trail.
Two ewes and a lamb go running to the side.Here, Pete!The dog dashes quickly across a little hill, the bright drops sparkling on his black coat as he passes the sheep and turns them. Circling in front again, the dog overtakes, turns them, follows, and turns again, and patiently works them along till his troublesome charges are safely among their fellows.
If sent to hurry the little flock, he dashes at the hindmost, barking his orders.Here the master whistles Fred to the right.
Nothing is visible to him, but off scurries the obedient dog, barking frantically, circles, and stops. Off he dashes, perhaps fifty feet or so ahead, and dropping to the ground with nose between his paws, he waits till the flock is close upon him ; then he springs up and trots ahead again, and once more quietly waits their coming.Fred! The master walks away, and Fred, understanding perfectly that he must keep the flock, swiftly circles round them and brings them to a halt. Here, alone, he holds them, keeping them closely together while Peter and the master gather the other side of the hill, and return two hours later to find the sheep quietly grazing and Fred lying as quietly watching them.Two ewes wander a little too far. Scarcely rising to his feet, the dog slips quietly through the grass beside them, and they turn and slowly rejoin the band, cropping as they go.
Fred trots quietly around his charges, sees that all are safe, then drops down again, watching them ceaselessly with shining eyes, and not a ewe or lamb is missing when the returning master adds his flock.Steadily we climb, through the golden afternoon. Occasionally shy deer peer through the brush, the warm air is sweet with the breath of bloom, and a distant eagle screams as he sweeps in stately circles over the Peak.

The flocks number in the hundreds as we finally reach the summit, where we are met by the shepherd and Tweed, with another band. In go the dogs, and send the sheep briskly down the trail, while Peter, circling far behind of his own accord, often brings in a stray ewe that has slyly dropped out.Yonder is a place where the whole band broke away years ago, and never have forgotten it, but neither have the dogs. With a fierce challenge the collies vigorously meet the flying band, and force them back to the trail more roughly than we have seen them do yet, in punishment, perhaps, for their presumption and past sins. She has bolted away several times, and given Peter much trouble to bring her in ; but his Scotch is up, as she dashes away again. He springs in before her, and with a dexterous hoist of his body sends her tumbling end over end, which is his own cure for these troublesome bolters, and was never known to fail. As if shot from a cannon, the ewe bangs against him, and over goes Tweed, howling rolling over and over, down the steep hillside, all four feet kicking at once, in angry protest as they come uppermost ; and his chap-fallen expression, as he struggles to his feet and slinks away, shows that Tweed is both a sadder and a wiser dog. Though all are trained alike in a general way, two collies differ as widely in characteristic methods of work as two men,each possessing a distinct individuality of his own.Ah!
After much hard running the flock is finally under control, but a bunch of lambs has become separated in the confusion, and after circling helplessly, stampedes in wild disorder. Peter tries his wise best to work the foolish little things back, vainly attempting to head them off.but they jump over him, halfa-dozen in succession, ears and tails flapping wildly as they clear his broad back. While the master separates the sheep, let us sit on this sunny hillside and watch the collies as they circle round the running lambs. They never bark at them as they would at old sheep, but merely follow and slowly check them by degrees.
The little things are both obstinate and foolish, and at first pay no attention to the quiet collies that trot patiently round and round, quietly gather them together, and at last stop their wilr1 run.
Slowly, and with marvelous patience they are turned, jumping over each other, then over the dogs, and it seems a hopeless task even to attempt to take them the half-mile to the corral, but in a couple of hours time Fred and Peter come slowly up to the gate with them, not a lamb hurt or missing, and their first acquaintance made with these gentle protectors and friends. Peter is a favorite, bright even beyond the ordinary collie, his first appearance in the field showing a canine reason. Then he suddenly spied a huge rock; straight for it he went, and springing into sight upon its top, he stood a moment, one paw uplifted, ears up and nose a-quiver, a pretty picture, gave two quick glances, and was down and with the sheep again, and quietly drove them straight across the field to the hidden gate. Often, till he learned the hills, did he leave the sheep,, and on some high point literally take his bearings, to return to his charge and take them down the better way, justifying his masters assertion that surely the line between reason and instinct is closely drawn in the Scotch collie. He was a ready match for a certain obstinate old ram, that always fought the dogs and delayed their work ; till at last when sent for the flock Peter went first for this old enemy, and there, nose to nose, both heads bobbing excitedly, he would angrily bark and growl, till the conquered ram at last would make a sudden bolt, and the victorious Peter calmly gather in the flock. A most conscientious dog, his work was done faithfully and well till years disabled him; but Fred, more alert to praise, did best were strangers present, when he abounded in bright ways and brilliant work, done with a comically conscious air of superior excellence. The young man pondered a little, then to the country saddler he went and ordered made from his description little leather shoes. He took to them kindly, like the wise dog he was, wore them gratefully, and after a long days run through flying seed, off would come the shoes, leaving his feet sound and well.
Meekly he would let his shoes be donned, regarding his master quizzically the while, and wear them complacently enough in view, but let him be sent for sheep a little out of sight, a little delay would be noticed, then out from behind some bushy clump or sheltering rock Fred would gayly emerge, with many gambols to divert the eye. Clyde closely resembles Fred, whose days are past; and till the present puppy, tiny Tweed, grows to working age, Clyde is the mainstay of the gathering. Help fulfills his name on other portions of the large range ; but either are true types of the working collie, willing and faithful helpers till years disable them. Either one is sent for sheep entirely out of sight in a large field, and patiently hunts till he finds them, then brings them in alone ; and Gyps mother, Bessie, brings in the entire flock from her owners small range just as readily as from the field. They brought with them their stock dogs, the Fox Shepard, the origin not known, but have survived in Scotland for centuries.
McNab returned to the Grampian Hills in Scotland for the sole purpose of getting some of the dogs he was used to working.
He brought Peter back with him, leaving Fred to have his training completed, and he was later sent to America. These two dogs were bred to select Shepard females of the Spanish origin, which were brought to this country by the Basque sheepherders, and that cross was called the McNab Shepherds because Mr. He named this pup Jet he was black with a faint white line up his face, a white chest and a small amount of white on his feet.
Some of these dogs will have a wider strip up the face (Bentley Stripe) and a ring around the neck, there are also instances of pups with brown on their face and legs but will still be mostly black. Alexander McNab and his family raised sheep in Scotland, but longed for a warmer climate and enticed by the news of the West, set out across the Atlantic to America. McNab was not satisfied with the type of working dogs he found locally, and in 1885 he returned to Scotland for the sole purpose of importing the type of dog(s) he had been accustomed to working with. It was said that these two male dogs were bred to female dogs of Spanish origin, which were brought to this country by the Basque sheep herders. I have searched (and continue to search) to find out the type of dog the Basque may have brought with them to California, and my findings were contradicting.
A Basque researcher informed me that most Basques did not come to this country with native dogs, but used working dogs that were available to them in their area.

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