A Parliamentary procedure where the debate over a proposed bill is extended, allowing one or more members to delay or entirely prevent a vote on the legislation.

The big F stands for filibuster, which is a political procedure where one or more members of Congress debate over a proposal to delay or entirely prevent a decision being made on a bill.

It is sometimes referred to as Talking a bill to death or talking out a bill and is characterized as a form of obstruction in a legislature or other decision-making body.

An alarming global analysis of subsidence, relative sea-level change, and coastal flood exposure report has been released.

Climate-induced sea-level rise and vertical land movements, including natural and human-induced subsidence in sedimentary coastal lowlands, combine to change relative sea levels around the world’s coasts. Although this affects local rates of sea-level rise, assessments of the coastal impacts of subsidence are lacking on a global scale.

Roger Harrison Mudd, who was an American broadcast journalist, news anchorman, and TV Network correspondent for

@CBSNews @NBCNews and PBS #NewsHour. Most recently he was the primary anchor for #TheHistoryChannel.

Brits and Americans are divided by attitudes toward the House of Windsor. Why are there different reactions to Harry and Meghan Markle’s Oprah interview? What is the attraction to learn about The Royals who're among the most dysfunctional families on earth?

CHIC COREA WAS A KEYBOARDIST OF OUR GENERATION - I’ve been devastated by the passing of Chick Corea.  I think of him in the same way the generation before me thought of Duke Ellington or Count Basie, Bill Evans, Wynton Kelly, Barry Harris, Sun Ra, I could go on, knowing there are many other keyboardists and pianist-band leaders who stood out in previous generations and became the Jazz standard-bearers of their generation.

The recent turmoil at the Voice of America, created by Trump’s attempts last year to politicize that global example of a free press, reminded me of an incident that occurred one evening during the twenty-five years I spent as the manager of Blues Alley, the Georgetown jazz club in Washington, D.C.