frigidity: failure to respond to sexual stimulus; aversion to sexual intercourse; the term is sometimes also used to refer to the failure to experience orgasm during intercourse.
The combination of qualities that form a person's temperament
makeup: an event that is substituted for a previously cancelled event; "he missed the test and had to take a makeup"; "the two teams played a makeup one week later"
constitution: the way in which someone or something is composed
constitute: form or compose; "This money is my only income"; "The stone wall was the backdrop for the performance"; "These constitute my entire belonging"; "The children made up the chorus"; "This sum represents my entire income for a year"; "These few men comprise his entire army"
Cosmetics such as lipstick or powder applied to the face, used to enhance or alter the appearance
The composition or constitution of something
Give (someone) a sum of money as a way of rewarding them for their services
(tip) the extreme end of something; especially something pointed
(tip) cause to tilt; "tip the screen upward"
Predict as likely to win or achieve something
(tip) gratuity: a relatively small amount of money given for services rendered (as by a waiter)
forty: the cardinal number that is the product of ten and four
Women's Memorial, Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia
Women's Memorial (Town Square, Argent St and Chloride Streets).
The black granite women's memorial recognises the role of women in the mining history of Broken Hill, particularly in supporting mineworkers during troubled times.
An idea fully supported by the CFMEU, the memorial relates past, present and future for the people of Broken Hill in western New South Wales.
Broken Hill is an isolated mining city in the far west of outback New South Wales, Australia. The world's largest mining company, BHP Billiton, has roots in the town.
Broken Hill is located near the border with South Australia on the crossing of the Barrier Highway (national route 32) and the Silver City Highway (national route 79), in the Barrier Range. It is 220 m (722 ft) above sea level, has an average rainfall of 235 mm (9 in) and summer temperatures that reach well over40 °C (104 °F). The closest major city is Adelaide, the capital of South Australia, which is more than 500 km (311 mi) to the southwest. Unlike the rest of New South Wales, Broken Hill (and the surrounding region) observes Australian Central Standard Time, UTC+9:30, a time zone it shares with South Australia and the Northern Territory.
Broken Hill has been called The Silver City, the Oasis of the West, and the Capital of the Outback. Although over 1,100 km (684 mi) west of Sydney, and surrounded by semi-desert, the town still manages colourful park and garden displays, and offers a number of attractions.
Broken Hill is Australia's longest-lived mining city. In 1844, the explorer Charles Sturt saw and named the Barrier Range, and at the time referred to a "Broken Hill" in his diary. Silver ore was later discovered on this broken hill in 1883 by a boundary rider named Charles Rasp. The "broken hill" that gives its name to Broken Hill actually comprised a number of hills that appeared to have a break in them. The broken hill no longer exists, having been mined away.
The area was originally known as Willyama.
Before Charles Sturt's naming of the town, the surrounding area was referred to by natives as the "Leaping Crest".
Broken Hill's massive orebody, which formed about 1,800 million years ago, has proved to be among the world's largest silver-lead-zinc mineral deposits. The orebody is shaped like a boomerang plunging into the earth at its ends and outcropping in the centre. The protruding tip of the orebody stood out as a jagged rocky ridge amongst undulating plain country on either side. This was known as the broken hill by early pastoralists. Miners called the ore body the Line of Lode. A unique mineral recently identified from Broken Hill has been named Nyholmite after one of the city's famous sons Ron Nyholm (1917–1971).
Broken Hill has been and still is a town dominated by the mining industry. The mines founded on the Broken Hill Ore Deposit - the world's richest lead-zinc ore body - have until recently provided the majority of direct employment and indirect employment in the city. The Broken Hill Proprietary Company became Australia's largest mining company, and later became part of the world's largest mining company, BHP Billiton.
In the past, before the 1940s, mining was achieved via hand with high labor utilisation rates and included horse-drawn carts underground. The advent of diesel powered mining equipment in the late 1940s and the move toward mechanised underground mining has resulted in lower labor utilisation per tonne of ore recovered, and this has seen the workforce in the mines shrink. Another factor in the shrinking of workforce size has been the consolidation of mining leases and operators, from several dozen to just two main operators at present.
While the labor force has been in decline due to the low metal prices of the 1990s, which saw the failure of miner Pasminco Ltd, recent resurgence in metal prices has returned the sole existing operator, Perilya Limited, to profitability and prompted Consolidated Broken Hill Limited to advance development of the previously unmined Western Lodes and Centenary Lodes. This has involved creation of over 70 jobs during development and will see a second, new, milling operation built within the town. Although the mining industry is resurgent, labor utilisation will remain low.
Due to its exposure to the vagaries of the mining industry, and because of a swiftly shrinking population, similar to other rural centres, and compounded by its isolation, Broken Hill has actively encouraged its widespread artistic credentials and is promoting itself as a tourism destination in order to become less reliant upon mining as a source of employment.
In 1933 Broken Hill, with a population of 26,925, was the third largest urban incorporated area in New South Wales. Broken Hill's population peaked at around 30,000 in the early 1960's and has shrunk by one third since the heyday of the 1970s zinc boom, with the decrease attributed to migration from the closure and consol
Sunshine and Rainbows
[19:40] Laurick Scarbridge had done very little with the Prisoner that he kept in Cellblock A for the past couple days. The Doctor had walked by on a couple situations, but really had done nothing about it. His whistle was the only thing that the woman would remember, if not for his Cheshire like gin. This time, however, the Doctor intended to work on 004. He pushed open the door into the cells, and wrapped his arms behind his back. The Doctor's heterochromic gaze danced along the innards of the cell as he looked at the small splatter of blood on the floor. He quirked a brow. The red head's lips curled up as he kept up the perpetual joviality that seemed like nothing of the sort to one that knew him. His gaze slowly trained along the cell, until it rested on where Portia was. He tapped his hands behind his back and leaned forward, his nose moving through the bars, "Well, 004, it seems that today is the day that we have our fun! Though, I'll make you a deal! If you survive the ordeal, which means of course, you'll have failed, then you'll be set free! However, if you succeed .. well, if you succeed, there is a good chance that you will be dead even if you do, so you would have potentially failed at that one was well! But, we'll see! Kwa hoo hoo hoo!"
[19:52] Portia Kass was curled up on the top bunk, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, clinging to the filthy orange jumpsuit she'd been given. This one was new, the other had been ripped off of her the day before. She had pushed herself back into a far corner and was balled up as small as she could possibly be. Out of sight, out of mind, right? At least that's what she hoped. She had long ago stopped being hungry, now she just felt ill and she shook almost constantly, from fear and from cold. It was mind-boggling that in the middle of the summer, the place could feel like a refridgerator. She was convinced this was done solely to make the prisoners as uncomfortable as possible. She was starting to go numb, but only just. The anger had left her taking with it the small amount of energy and will the arednaline gave her, but the fear was harder to totally ignore. She twitched when she heard Kwa-hoo-hoo's voice. Maybe he had a real name, she'd probably heard it in passing, but that was all she'd ever know him by. That.....horrible manic call of his. Her palms began to sweat in fear, but she didn't sit up, if anything she just clutched herself more tightly. Part of her was dreading the coming 'fun' but another part... another part was almost hoping it would be 'successful'. At least in death... she could escape this. It wouldn't be a hero's death like Laz, but at least she wouldn't be living like a frightened rat in a cage.
[19:56] Laurick Scarbridge reached up to tap at the tip of his nose as he stood there. He didn't say anything to her after those intial words. The Doctor moved over toward the cell door, and placed the key into the slot. The door opened with a loud click, and the tall red head forced the door open with his shoulder. He trotted into the room and looked up at the woman who was clearly like a mouse. He tilted his head from side to side, and placed the key in his back pocket. The red head once more reached up and tapped at the tip of his nose, then leaned forward and tutted his hips in a peculiar manner. "Hrm, hrm hrm, what to do. I think, perhaps, 004, that you would be mostly pleased if you simply stood up from your position. You would undoubtedly make thise whole process rather simply if you were to just hop out of the bed and follow me where I want you to go. I'd prefer not to hurt you, not when we have so much science to do together! That would be rather pointless to injure you, don't you think? I do. So, please, why don't you come down, and we'll carry this out like civilized individuals, hrm?"
[19:58] Keelyn OHanlon stepped into the lobby of the LDC and paused at the monitors while flipping through messages on her PDA. Her eyes flick to the screen, watching Laurick and the detainee with a ghost of a smile, announcing her presence in the com before watching idly. It was almost as good as any show on the boob tube when Laurick was involved. Seeing he was moving the detainee, she decided to step into the cell block. "Evening, Doc. Moving it to the lab?" She reached for the taser off her belt and fired it up.
[20:05] Portia Kass's back was to the man and her eyes were wide open, staring at the wall in front of her. She was trying to keep herself from shaking, but it seemed the more she held herself, the harder she shook. She was rolling the choices over in her mind... of course she really didn't have one. Her choice was: walk to the gallows with your head held high, or be dragged there kicking and screaming. She bit into her lower lip, hard, despite the fact that it was swollen and cut in one place. Even though it hurt, it did keep her from crying. She didn't think she had any more tears to cry anyway. H