Mae and I were married on June 19, 1959 in the Salt Lake Temple. I had just started to
work for the IRS, located on the Army Depot, 12th St. Ogden, Utah that spring, as a data processing operator. On the 15th of June I was required to take a two week training class in IBM Board Wiring. I visited with my supervisor about my scheduled Wedding and he was able to arrange for me to have the 19th off but I would have to be back in class on the 22nd. I could then have the following week off for Mae and I to take a Honeymoon trip. As I had completed a class at Weber State Collage that spring I was already ahead of most of my co-workers so it didn’t create any problem to miss one day of the class.
A story I will add here in connection with the Board Wiring class I took. Because of the class I had taken at Weber Collage I was already familiar with the wiring and operations of seven I.B.M. Data Processing machines. In fact I believe that it was because of that training is what gave me the edge on many others that applied for the same job with the I.R.S. Anyway it was still a requirement that every new employee had to take the Board Wiring class. About the first day of the class the instructor showed us how to wire the Collator so that it would merge a white set of blank IBM cards with a blue set of blank IBM cards so that the merged deck alternated colors. He then started onto another subject. I stopped him and asked him if he could wire the collator so that it would again separate the two colors. He said that unless one of the decks of cards has a distinguishing punch in it, it could not be done. Inasmuch as I had played around with wiring the collator and had found a way to do that very thing, I challenged him. Even though I tried to do it in a respectful way it offended him. He repudiated me by saying that I could not do it. I asked him if I could draw out on the blackboard my idea and he had me come up to the front and draw it out. When I was able to draw out the wiring scamatic it visibly upset him but he admitted that I was right.
In the summer of 1961, Mae and I decided that we would like to get our own home. We had been living in Mae’s parent’s duplex apartment. The problem was that we didn’t have a down payment. We discussed this with Mae’s Uncle Dale Porter, who owned Clearfield Manufacturing Co. in Clearfield. I agreed to work part time for a loan of $1,000 that he would pay me in advance when we found a home we could afford. I started working for him part time at minimum wage, at that time it was $1.10 per hour. I worked most Saturdays and most evenings. Then I was changed to the evening shift at I.R.S. so I would work about 6 hour a day for Uncle Dale. We started looking at homes in any spare time we had. Mae also became pregnant with our first child, so that increased our desire to find a home. Uncle Dale was developing a motor scooter that would be used in the mountains mainly for deer hunting. Being able to work Days for Uncle Dale worked out very well and Dale assigned me to work on that development. After some time working with the scooters, Dale hired another man, Mr. Dean Sessions to work with me. Dale asked me to train him on what we were doing. Dean seemed very cocky as though he was my boss and that didn’t set very well with me. After a few weeks, without any prior notice to me, I was informed by Dean that he was the boss for he had bought scooter manufacturing from Uncle Dale. He also rented a shop from Dale on Main Street and we moved the operation to that shop. I asked Uncle Dale how this was going to work out with me working for Dean. He said that I would just sign my check over to him. By this time we had found and bought a small home at 324 13th Street in Ogden. This meant that I would drive out to Clearfield in the morning and then back to Ogden in the afternoon, getting there in time to go to work at I.R.S. in the evening. I didn’t like working for Dean so one day I went looking for another part time job. I went to Stop & Shop grocery store on 12th St. and Washington Blvd. in Ogden, just two blocks from our home. When I entered the store I saw two men working on a display so I approached them and asked where I could find the manager. They replied that they were the manager and the assistant manager and asked if they could help me. I told them that I worked evenings at I.R.S. and was looking for part-time day work. The manager said that they could use more help. He then added that it would require working Sundays, to which I thanked him for his time and excused myself. As I started walking away he called after me and asked why I wasn’t interested in the job. I told him that I wouldn’t work Sundays. He said that that was the only position they had open, so I again thanked him and started for the door. I was just about to the door when he called after me and said that he could use me from 8AM to 2PM Monday thru Friday. I told him that I would have to give my present employer notification and he said that would be fine and I left. The next day I informed Dean that I had found another job much closer to home that would work out better for me. I never thought about talking to Uncle Dale about the matter as I wasn’t working for him any longer and he hadn’t discussed with me my trade to Dean Sessions. I just didn’t think it mattered; however, the next time the Porter family got together Uncle Dale expressed his disappointment in me for not asking his permission to quit working for Mr. Sessions. I apologized but never felt very comfortable being with Uncle Dale after that.
On November 20th of that same year Mae went into Labor. I debated whether or not I should go to work at the store but Mae said she was ok and she would call me if the pains increased, so I went to the store. I had never noticed that you could hear the phone ring in the office; from down in the store, but that day I heard the phone every time it rang. When I finally went home Mae was still only having pains occasionally. I, therefore, went to work at I.R.S. Again every time the phone would ring in the office I would hear it. I would call Mae every hour and unknowingly to me Mom Porter would call Mae every hour, so every half hour she was up answering the phone. Finally, by lunch time, Mae asked me to quit calling her because all she was doing was answering the phone. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I asked for the rest of the night off and went home. Before mid-night I took Mae to the hospital and they put her in a prep room. There was a girl in the next bed with only a curtain between them, who was having a miscarriage and she was screaming to the top of her lungs. Mae just gave up and decided that it wasn’t for her and her pains went away.  The shot would ether settle the pains down or if they were real, increase them. We went home and I went to sleep. A couple of hours later Mae woke me and we went back to the hospital. This time it had snowed and I was actually pushing snow with the front bumper of the car. I just kept praying that the Oldsmobile would keep going up the 21st St. hill and it did. When we got to the hospital, I took Mae in and then parked the car. As I entered the hospital the nurse told me to admit her. They had called Dr. Byron Naisbit and told him that he had better hurry for the baby was on its way. Within a half hour I was told over the speaker in the Father’s waiting room that I was the father of a baby girl.
By the following spring IRS changed, from using Electronic Accounting Machines to process the income taxes, to using an I.B.M. 1401 computer. This necessitated reducing the number of operators from at peak operations from over 500 operators to less than 30. All temporary employees were let go and they absorbed many into other departments along with finding others job opportunities with other companies. I was offered a position in another department. I guess I will never know if it was a mistake or not but I turned the offer down and transferred to Hill Air force base. It didn’t take me long to realize that I didn’t like working at the Base. The problem I had with Hill Air Force Base was that they didn’t have enough work to keep us busy and we were often told that there wasn’t anything for us to do – but look busy. This really went against my grain and teachings of how one should work and produce for their employer.
I continued working part time for Stop & Shop. One day, Grant Roberts, a fellow employee at IRS came into the store. He told me that he was working for Commercial Security Bank as an E.A.M. operator. He said that they were looking for another operator and they would be interested in visiting with me. I went in and interviewed with John Howard, the Data Processing Manager, but he told me that I would have to give up my part time work. After considering the position I turned it down because we still were making payments to Uncle Dale and I didn’t see how we could make those payments without the part time job. A couple of weeks later Grant came back into the store and told me about an option that I may not have been aware of. It was that with only three years service with the government, that if I quit I could elect to receive all my retirement investment back into a lump sum payment. I checked into this and he was right. This would be more than enough to repay Uncle Dale, so I reconsidered and accepted the offer with the bank. It was really a good feeling when we were able to paid Uncle Dale off.


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As someone who's never coded before, the concept of creating a website from scratch -- script, layout and all -- can seem really intimidating. I imagined that the people who created these sites learnt at a very young age and had a special instinct about
it all. I always thought 'I could never do that but I wish I could.' Actually, I am now learning that I can.
Anyone can learn to code, just like anyone can learn a new language. Programming is kind of like speaking a foreign language -- perhaps that is why we call them programming languages. Each language has its own rules and commands.
These rules tell our computer what to do. In web programming, they're telling your browsers what to do. This is where the languages HTML, CSS and JavaScript work together to create a website
that is great to interact with.
What are HTML, CSS and JavaScript?
HTML provides the basic structure of sites, which is enhanced and modified by other technologies like CSS and JavaScript. What this means that HTML takes care of all the written stuff, the images we see, the links we click
and even the audio we hear. The content is housed in between element tags that tell us what kind of content it is. The site will not look very attractive, but all the content that we want to display will display.
CSS is used to control presentation, formatting, and layout. This means we can tell the elements that house the content what size it needs to be, what colours they need to be and where they need to go. This will make the
site look more attractive and the content now has different colours, sizes and positions on our webpage.
Finally, JavaScript is used to control the behavior of different elements. For example if we had a popup open after we open a certain page, JavaScript is controlling when and how it happens. JavaScript can tell the
browser that we use to listen for certain things that we users may do and provide instructions on what to do when we do them.
If we are building a house, HTML is the basic layout, the walls, the piping, the wiring. CSS is the colour of the walls, the windows, the type of faucets, the design of the bathroom. JavaScript is what happens when we switch on a
light, turn on the faucet or shower or even flush a toilet. If you turn something on then it does an action.
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Loops repeat actions over and over again until we are satisfied with what we are supposed to do. Each time we repeat an action we are going through the loop once or we are incrementing. Once we are satisfied that the number of actions has met our condition, we will stop looping. If we are brushing out hair because it is tangled, we will keep brushing out hair until we have met the condition that our hair is no longer tangled.
What is the DOM?
The Document Object Model (DOM) represents the elements on a HTML page so that programs can change the document structure, style, and content. The DOM represents the document an object tree. That way, we can use a programming
languages to connect to the elements on the page and change them.
The DOM as a tree. Like a tree the DOM is made up of different elements and has a parent child relationship with these elements. By creating a tree we can perform actions to certain parts of the tree.
Accessing Data from Arrays and Objects
In JavaSript an object is a collection of things that have properties. These properties have a key-value type of relationship. The key is usually what kind of information it is and the value is whatever is assigned to
it. For example If I was an object, then I would have a property with a key of name and a value of "Jeya".
An array is a collection of different things such as numbers or words. Each item in an array stored against an index starting from zero.
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of "Jeya". If I wanted to do the same for an array, I would use the name of the array and the index.
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In JavaSript an object is a collection of things that have properties. These properties have a key-value. For example If I was an object, then I would have a property with a key of name and a value of "Jeya". An array is a collection of different things that are stored against an index starting from zero. If I wanted to access the value of name, I would use Jeya.name and I would get told that the value is "Jeya". If I wanted to do the same for an array, I would use the name of the array and the index.
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A function is an expression that performs a specific task. We can writeour own functions or use the built in functions that are available with a programming language. Functions are useful when we want to automate certain actions. Instead of looking through a long string of text, we can use a function to filter or change the text and return the result.


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WELLINGTON: A pro New Zealand basketball team are under heavy scrutiny due to off-court incidents that saw their top import sacked over an assault charge and a second player issue an apology following a report of disorderly behaviour on a flight home.
The New Zealand Breakers, four-times champions in Australia's National Basketball League (NBL), stood down American shooting guard Glen Rice Junior indefinitely on Monday, less than two weeks after he was signed as a replacement player.
Rice Jnr, the son of three-times NBA All Star Glen Rice, was arrested and charged with assault following an incident at an Auckland nightclub last Thursday and faces a court appearance on Wednesday.
After initially backing Rice Jnr as "innocent until proven guilty", Breakers owner Matt Walsh said new information had come to light that required the 28-year-old former Georgia Tech basketballer be removed from the team.
"Regardless of the outcome of Glen’s court appearance, there is no denying he has let down the club, our fans and the New Zealand public after we gave him this lifeline," Walsh said in a statement on Monday.
"I feel it is my duty to assist Glen in paying his accommodation, legal and medical costs while he remains in our country to settle his business.
"But I also have no option but to remove him from the team."
Hours after the announcement, local media reported that Breakers forward Tom Vodanovich was met at Auckland airport by police after a report of disorderly behaviour on a flight home from a game in Perth on Sunday.
The New Zealand international was not charged but issued a public apology.
"I am mortified to have embarrassed the club and myself on the flight," he said in a Breakers statement.
"I am particularly upset to have contributed to the perception there is a bad culture at the club, when it absolutely is not the case."
Owner Walsh was unable to attend the away game against the Perth Wildcats having been suspended for two games by the NBL for a verbal clash with Commissioner Jeremy Loeliger following the Breakers' defeat at South East Melbourne Phoenix on Nov. 9.
(Reporting by Ian Ransom in Melbourne; Editing by Peter Rutherford)


As soon as Rand was out the door Verin let loose the breath she had been holding. Once she had told Siuan and Moiraine how dangerous he was. Neither had listened, and now the passage of little more than a year saw Siuan stilled and probably dead, while Moiraine . . . the streets crawled with rumors about the Dragon Reborn in the Royal Palace, most beyond belief, and none that was credible mentioned an Aes Sedai. Moiraine might have decided to let him think he was going his own way, but she would never allow him to get far from her, not now when he was rising to such power. Not now when the hazard he presented had grown so great. Had Rand turned on her, more violently than he just had on them? He had aged since she last saw him; his face bore the tightness of struggle. The Light knew he had reason enough, but could it be the struggle for sanity as well?
So. Moiraine dead, Siuan dead, the White Tower broken, and Rand possibly on the edge of madness. Verin tsked irritably. If you took risks, sometimes the bill came due when you least expected, in the last way you expected. Almost seventy years of delicate work on her part, and now it might all go for naught because of one young man. Even so, she had lived too long, been through too much, to allow herself to be dismayed. First things first; take care of what can be done now before worrying too long over what might never be. That lesson had been forced on her, but she had taken it to heart.
The first thing was to settle the young women down. They still huddled like a flock of sheep, weeping and holding on to one another and hiding their faces. She quite understood; this was not her first time to confront a man who could channel, much less the Dragon Reborn himself, and her stomach heaved as if on a ship at sea. She began with comforting words, patting a shoulder here, stroking hair there, trying to make her voice motherly. Convincing them that Rand was gone—which in most cases meant convincing them to open their eyes—went a long way toward bringing relative calm. At least the sobbing subsided. But Jancy kept demanding piercingly that someone tell her Rand had been lying, that it had all been a trick, while Bodewhin was just as shrill in wanting her brother found and rescued—Verin would have given a great deal to know where Mat was—and Larine blubbered that they had to leave Caemlyn immediately, on the minute.
Verin drew one of the serving maids aside. A plain-faced woman at least twenty years older than any of the Two Rivers folk, she was wide-eyed, although wiping away tears with her apron and shaking. After requesting her name, Verin said, “Bring them all nice fresh tea, Azril, hot and with plenty of honey, and put a little brandy in it.” Considering the younger women for a moment, she added, “Make it more than a little. A generous splash each.” That should help soothe their nerves. “And you and the other maids have some, as well.” Azril sniffed and blinked and wiped her face, but she curtsied; being sent about her regular duties seemed to lessen her tears, if not her fright.
“Serve them in their rooms,” Alanna said, and Verin nodded agreement. A little sleep would do wonders. They were only a few hours out of bed, but brandy atop all their hard travel should do the trick.
The order caused a commotion.
“We can’t hide here,” Larine managed around sniffles and hiccoughs. “We have to go! Now!
Bodewhin’s cheeks glistened damply, but her face had taken on a determined cast. That Two Rivers stubbornness was going to cause more than one of these young women trouble. “We have to find Mat.  Even if it is Rand, we just can’t!”
“I want to see Caemlyn,” Jancy squeaked, though she was still trembling.
The rest joined in right on top of those three, a handful tremulously supporting Jancy despite their fear, the majority adamantly in favor of departure. One of the young women from Watch Hill, a tall, pretty girl named Elle, fair-haired for the Two Rivers, began to wail again at the top of her lungs.
It was all Verin could do not to smack the lot of them. There was excuse for the youngest, but Larine and Elle and the others with their hair braided were supposed to be women. Most had not been touched, and the danger was gone. On the other hand, they were all tired, Rand’s visit had been a shock, and they were likely to face a good many more in the near future, so she held her exasperation in check.
Alanna did not. Even among Greens she was noted for her quicksilver disposition, and it was worse of late. “You will go to your rooms now,” she said coolly, but her voice was all that was cool. Verin sighed as the other Aes Sedai wove Air and Fire into Illusion. Gasps filled the room, and already wide eyes bulged. There was no real need for this, but custom frowned on interfering with another sister publicly, and in truth, Verin found the sudden cessation of Elle’s howls a relief. Her own nerves were far from their best. The untrained young women could not see the flows, of course; to them it seemed that Alanna was growing taller with every word. Her voice grew with it, tone unchanged, but booming to match her apparent size. “You are to be novices, and the first lesson a novice must learn is to obey Aes Sedai. Immediately. Without complaint or quibble.” Alanna stood in the middle of the common room unchanged—to Verin, at least—but the Illusion’s head touched the ceiling beams. “Now, run! Whoever is not in her room by the time I count five will regret it to her dying day. One. Two . . . ” Before she reached three there was a mad squealing scramble on the stairs at the back of the room; it was a wonder no one was trampled.
Alanna did not bother to go beyond four. As the last of the Two Rivers girls vanished above, she released saidar, the Illusion vanished, and she gave a short satisfied nod. Verin expected the young women would have to be cajoled even to peek out of their rooms now. Perhaps it was just as well. With matters as they were, she did not want anyone sneaking out for a view of Caemlyn and having to be retrieved.
Of course, Alanna had had her effect elsewhere, too. It was necessary to coax the maids out from under the tables where they had hidden, and the one who had collapsed trying to crawl to the kitchen had to be helped back onto her feet. They made no noise; they just trembled like leaves in a high wind. Verin had to give each one a little push to start her moving, and repeated her orders about the brandy and tea three times before Azril stopped gazing at her as if watching her sprout another head.  Verin looked at Tomas and motioned to the swaying fellow.
Tomas gave her a wry look—he always did when she asked him to clear up trivial matters, yet he seldom questioned her orders—then clapped an arm around Master Dilham’s shoulders and asked in a jovial tone whether the two of them might not share a few mugs of the inn’s best wine. A good man, Tomas, skilled in surprising areas. Ihvon had seated himself with his back against the wall and his boots up on a table. He managed to keep an eye on the door to the street and one on Alanna. A very cautious eye on Alanna. He was more than solicitous of her since Owein, her other Warder, had died in the Two Rivers—and wisely more than wary of her temper, though she usually managed to control it better than she had today. Alanna herself showed no interest in helping clean up the mess she had made. She stood in the middle of the common room looking at nothing, arms folded. To anyone not Aes Sedai she probably seemed serenity incarnate. To Verin, Alanna was a woman ready to explode.
Verin touched her arm. “We must talk.” Alanna looked at her, eyes unreadable, then without a word glided toward the private dining room.
Behind her Verin heard Master Dilham say in a shaken voice, “Do you suppose I could claim the Dragon Reborn patronized my inn? He did come in, after all.” For a brief moment she smiled; he would be all right, at least. Her smile vanished as she closed the door, sealing her and Alanna in.
Alanna was already stalking back and forth in the small room, the silk of her divided skirts whispering like swords sliding from scabbards. There was no face of serenity now. “The gall of the man. The utter gall! Detaining us! Restricting us!”
Verin watched her for a few moments before speaking. It had taken her ten years to get over Balinor’s death and bond Tomas. Alanna’s emotions had been raw since Owein’s death, and she had held them in far too long. The occasional bouts of weeping she had allowed herself since departing the Two Rivers were not enough of a release. “I suppose he can keep us out of the Inner City with guards at the gate, but he cannot really hold us in Caemlyn.”
That got the withering glance it deserved. They could leave with little difficulty—however much Rand had taught himself, there was little chance he had managed to discover wards—but it would mean relinquishing the Two Rivers girls. No Aes Sedai had found a trove like the Two Rivers in . . . Verin could not imagine how long. Perhaps not since the Trolloc Wars. Even young women of eighteen—the limit they had set for themselves—often found it hard to accept the strictures of the novitiate, yet had they extended the limit only five years, she and Alanna could have brought out twice as many, if not more. Five of these girls—five!—had the spark inborn, including Mat’s sister and Elle and young Jancy; they would channel eventually whether anyone taught them or not and be very strong. She and Alanna had left two more behind to be gathered up in a year or so, when they were old enough to leave home. That was safe enough; a girl with the ability born in her very rarely manifested it before fifteen without training. The rest showed exceptional promise, all of them. The Two Rivers was a lode of pure gold.
Now that she had the other woman’s attention, Verin changed the subject. She certainly had no intention of abandoning those young women. Or of moving any further from Rand than she had to. “Do you think he is right about rebels?”
Alanna’s fists tightened for a moment on her skirts. “The possibility repels me! Could we really have come to . . . ?” She trailed off, sounding lost. Her shoulders slumped. Tears bubbled just beneath the surface, barely held in check.
Now that the other woman’s anger was dulled, Verin had questions to ask before sharpening it again. “Is there any prospect your butcher can tell you more of what has happened in Tar Valon, if you dig?” The woman was not really Alanna’s; she was a Green Ajah agent, discovered because Alanna had noticed an emergency signal of some sort outside her shop. Not that Alanna had told Verin what it was, of course. Verin certainly would not have revealed any Brown signal.
“No. She knows no more than the message she gave me, and that dried her mouth so, she was hardly able to form words. All loyal Aes Sedai to return to the Tower. All is forgiven.” That was the essence of it, anyway. A flash of anger lit Alanna’s eyes, but only for a moment and not as strong as before. “If not for all those rumors, I’d never have let you know who she is.” That, and her emotions being unbalanced. At least she had stopped pacing.
“I know,” Verin said, sitting down at the table, “and I will respect the confidence. Now. You must agree that message makes the rumors true. The Tower is broken. In all probability, there are rebels somewhere. The question is, what do we do about it?”
Alanna looked at her as if she were mad. Small wonder. Siuan had to have been deposed by the Hall of the Tower, according to Tower law. Even a suggestion of going against Tower law was unthinkable. But then, the Tower broken was unthinkable.
“If you have no answer now, think on it. And think on this. Siuan Sanche was part of finding young al’Thor in the first place.” Alanna opened her mouth—doubtless to ask how Verin knew, and whether she had been part of it, too—but Verin gave her no chance. “Only a simpleton would believe that role played no part in bringing her down. Coincidences that large do not exist. So think what Elaida’s view of Rand must be. She was Red, remember. While you are thinking, answer me this. What were you at, bonding him like that?”
The question should not have caught Alanna by surprise, yet it did. She hesitated, then drew out a chair and sat, arranging her skirts before she answered.  It should have been done long ago. You could not—or would not.” Like most Greens, she was somewhat amused by other Ajahs’ insistence that each sister have only one Warder. What Greens thought of the Reds having none was better left unsaid. “They all should have been bonded at the first chance. They are too important to run loose, him most of all.” Color blossomed suddenly in her cheeks; it would be a good while yet before she had full control of her emotions again.
Verin knew what caused the blushes; Alanna had let her tongue run away with her. They had had Perrin under their eyes for long weeks while testing young women in the Two Rivers, but Alanna had quickly gone silent on the subject of bonding him. The reason was as simple as a heated promise from Faile—delivered well out of Perrin’s hearing—that if Alanna did any such thing, she would not leave the Two Rivers alive. Had Faile known more of the bond between Aes Sedai and Gaidin, that threat would not have worked, yet her ignorance if nothing else had stayed Alanna’s hand. Very likely it had been frustration over that, plus the frayed state of her nerves, that had led to what she did with Rand. Not only bonding him, but doing so without his permission. That had not been done in hundreds of years.
Well, Verin thought dryly, I have broken a few customs in my time. “Logical?” she said, smiling to take the sting from her words. “You sound like a White. Well. Now that you have him, what are you going to do with him? Considering the lessons he taught us. I am minded of a fireside tale when I was a girl, about a woman who put saddle and bridle on a lion. She found it a fine and wonderful ride, but then discovered she could never dismount and never sleep.”
Shivering, Alanna rubbed her arms. “I still cannot believe he is so strong. If only we had linked sooner. And I tried . . .
Verin barely kept from shivering herself. They could not have linked sooner, not unless Alanna was suggesting they should have linked before she bonded him. Verin was not sure what the result of that would have been. In any case, it had been a series of extremely bad moments, from discovering that they could not cut him off from the True Source to the contemptuous ease with which he had shielded them, snapping their connections to saidar like thread. Both of them at once. Remarkable. How many would it take to shield and hold him? The full thirteen? That was only tradition, but it might be necessary with him. At any rate, that was speculation for another day. “And then there is the matter of his amnesty.”
Alanna’s eyes widened. “Surely you don’t believe that! With every false Dragon there have been tales that he was gathering men who could channel, all as false as the men. They wanted power for themselves, not to share it with other men.”
“He is not a false Dragon,” Verin said quietly, “and that may change everything. If one rumor is true, so can another be, and the amnesty has been on every tongue since Whitebridge.”
“Even if it is, perhaps no one has come. No decent man wants to channel. If more than a handful wanted it, we would have had false Dragons every week.”
“He is ta’veren, Alanna. He draws what he needs to him.”
Alanna’s mouth worked, her hands now white-knuckled fists on the table. Every shred of Aes Sedai tranquility gone, she trembled visibly. “We can’t allow . . . men channeling, loosed on the world? If it is true, we must stop it. We must!” She was on the point of springing up again, eyes flashing.
“Before we can decide what to do about them,” Verin said calmly, “we need to know where he is keeping them. The Royal Palace seems likely, but finding out may be difficult with the Inner City denied to us. This is what I propose . . . ” Alanna leaned forward intently.
There was a good deal to be worked out, though most would come later. A good many questions to be answered, later. Was Moiraine dead, and if so, how had she died? Were there rebels, and what should her and Alanna’s stance be concerning them? Should they try to deliver Rand to Elaida, or to these rebels? Where were they? That knowledge would be valuable whichever way the other questions were answered. How were they to make use of the so very fragile leash Alanna had placed on Rand? Should one or both try to take Moiraine’s place? For the first time since Alanna had begun to let her emotions over Owein creep to the surface, Verin was glad she had held them in long enough to become so volatile. In her raveled condition, Alanna was bound to be more amenable to guidance, and Verin knew exactly how some of those questions had to be answered. She did not think Alanna would like some of those answers. Best not to let her learn them until it was too late to change them.
Rand raced back to the Palace at a gallop, slowly outdistancing even the running Aiel, ignoring their shouts as he ignored the shaken fists of people forced to leap out of Jeade’en’s way, and the jumble of overturned sedan chairs and coaches locked wheel-to-wheel with market carts in his wake. Bashere and the Saldaeans barely kept up on their smaller horses. He was not sure why he was in such a hurry—the news he carried was not that urgent—but as the shakiness faded from his arms and legs, he realized more and more that he was aware of Alanna still. He could feel her. It was as if she had crawled inside his head and taken up residence. If he could feel her, could she feel him the same way? What else could she do? What else? He had to get away from her.
Pride, Lews Therin cackled, and for once Rand did not try to silence the voice.
He had a different destination than the palace in mind, but Traveling required you to know the place you left from even better than the place you were going. At the South Stable he tossed the stallion’s reins to a leather-vested groom and ran, his long legs carrying him ahead of the Saldaeans down corridors where servants gaped at him, arresting bows and curtsies as he sped past. In the Great Hall he grasped saidin, opened the hole in air and darted through into the clearing near the farm, letting the Source go.
Releasing a long breath, he sank to his knees in the dead leaves. The heat beneath the bare branches hammered him; he had lost the necessary concentration a long while back. He could still feel her, but it was fainter here—if a certainty that she was in that direction could be said to be faint. He could have pointed it out with his eyes closed.
For a moment he took hold of saidin again, that rage of fire and ice and sour slime. He held a sword in his hands, a sword made of fire, of Fire, a heron dark on the slightly curved red blade, though he did not recall thinking of it. Fire, but the long hilt felt cool and firm against his palms. The Void made no difference, the Power made no difference. Alanna was still there, curled up in a corner of his brain, watching him.
With a bitter laugh he released the Power again and knelt there. He had been so sure. Only two Aes Sedai. Of course he could handle them; he had handled Egwene and Elayne together. What could they possibly do to him? He realized he was still laughing. He did not seem able to stop. Well, it was funny. His fool pride. Overconfidence. It had gotten him in trouble before, and more than him. He had been so sure that he and the Hundred Companions could seal the Bore safely . . .
Leaves crackled as he forced himself to his feet. “That was not me!” he said hoarsely. “That was not me!   Lews Therin’s voice murmured indistinctly, distantly. Alanna waited silently, patiently, in the back of his head. The voice seemed afraid of her.
Deliberately Rand brushed off the knees of his breeches. He would not surrender to this. Trust no Aes Sedai; he would remember that from now on. A man without trust might as well be dead, Lews Therin giggled. He would not surrender.
Nothing had changed about the farm. Nothing and everything. The farmhouse and the barn were the same, the chickens and goats and cows. Sora Grady watched his arrival from a window, blank-faced and cold. She was the only woman now; all the other wives and sweethearts had gone with the men who failed Taim’s testing. Taim had the students in a clear area of hard red clay and fitful weeds beyond the barn. All seven of them. Aside from Sora’s husband, Jur, only Damer Flinn, Eben Hopwil and Fedwin Morr remained from that first testing. The others were new, all looking almost as young as Fedwin and Eben.
Except for white-haired Damer, the students sat in a line facing away from Rand. Damer stood in front of them, frowning as he stared at a head-sized stone thirty paces away.
“Now,” Taim said, and Rand felt Damer seize saidin, saw him inexpertly weave Fire and Earth.
The stone exploded, and Damer and the other students threw themselves flat to escape flying shards. Not Taim; stone splinters bounced off the shield of Air that he had thrown up at the last instant.  Rand’s mouth tightened; it was only luck that none of those flying pieces had struck him. He glanced back at the farmhouse; Sora was still there, unhurt apparently. And still staring at him. The chickens had hardly paused in their scratching; they seemed to be used to this.
“Perhaps you will remember what I say next time,” Taim said calmly, letting his weave vanish. “Shield as you strike, or you may kill yourself.” He glanced at Rand as if he had been aware he was there all the time. “Continue,” he told the students, and walked toward Rand. His hawk-nosed face seemed to have a cruel cast today.
As Damer sat down in the line, blotchy-faced Eben stood up, nervously tugging a big ear as he used Air to lift another stone from a pile off to one side. His flows wobbled, and he dropped it once before setting it in place.
“Is it safe to leave them alone like that?” Rand asked as Taim reached him.
The second stone exploded like the first, but this time all of the students had woven shields. So had Taim, surrounding himself and Rand. Without a word Rand took hold of saidin again and made his own shield, forcing Taim’s away from him. Taim’s mouth quirked in that near smile.
“You said to push them, my Lord Dragon, so I push. I make them do everything with the Power, the chores, everything. The newest got his first hot meal last night. If they can’t heat it themselves, they eat cold. For most things it still takes twice as long as doing it by hand, but they’re learning the Power as fast as they can, believe me. Of course, there still aren’t very many.”
Ignoring the implied question, Rand looked around. “Where’s Haslin? Not drunk again? I told you, he’s only to have wine at night.” Henre Haslin had been Master of the Sword for the Queen’s Guards, in charge of training recruits, until Rahvin began remaking the Guards, discarding everyone faithful to Morgase or sending them off to fight in Cairhien. Too old for campaigning, Haslin had been handed his pension and shown the gate, and when news of Morgase’s death spread through Caemlyn, he crawled into a winejar. But he thought Rahvin—Gaebril, to him—had killed Morgase, not Rand, and he could teach. When he was sober.
“I sent him away,” Taim said. “What good are swords?” Another rock exploded. “I can barely avoid stabbing myself, and I’ve never felt the lack. They have the Power, now.”
Kill him! Kill him now! Lews Therin’s voice echoed hollowly through the Void. Rand stamped the echo out, but he could not stamp out the anger that suddenly seemed a shell around the emptiness containing him. The Void kept his voice drained of emotion, though. “Find him, Taim, and bring him back. Tell him you have changed your mind. Tell the students that. Tell them whatever you choose, but I want him here, giving lessons every day. They need to be part of the world, not apart from it. What are they supposed to do if they can’t channel? When you were shielded by the Aes Sedai, you might still have escaped if you knew how to use a sword, how to fight with your hands.”
“I did escape. Here I am.”
“Some of your followers broke you free, so I heard, else you’d have ended up in Tar Valon like Logain, gentled. These men won’t have followers. Find Haslin.”
The other man bowed smoothly. “As my Lord Dragon commands. Was that what brought my Lord Dragon here? Haslin and swords?” The merest hint of contempt tinged his voice, but Rand ignored it.
“There are Aes Sedai in Caemlyn. Trips to the city have to stop, yours and the students’ too. The Light only knows what will happen if one of them runs into an Aes Sedai and she recognizes what he is.” Or for that matter, when he recognized her, as he assuredly would. He would probably run or strike out in a panic, and either would mark him. Either would doom him. From what Rand saw, Verin or Alanna could wrap up any of the students like a child.
Taim shrugged. “Doing an Aes Sedai’s head like one of those rocks isn’t beyond them even now. The weave is only a little different.” Glancing over his shoulder, he raised his voice. “Concentrate, Adley. Concentrate.” The lanky fellow standing in front of the other students, all arms and legs, gave a start and lost saidin, then fumbled it back again. Another rock exploded as Taim turned back to Rand.  He thought he could do it, if they tried to kill him, or gentle him. He hoped he could. But would they try either after bonding him? That was one thing he did not intend to let Taim know; even without Lews Therin’s mutters he did not trust the man enough to expose any weakness he could hide. Light, what sort of hold did I let Alanna get on me?  Until then, no one is to so much as shout at one unless she’s trying to take his head off. In fact, you’re all to stay as far from Aes Sedai as you can. I want no incidents, nothing to put them against me.”
“You think they are not already?” Taim murmured. Again Rand ignored him. This time because he was not sure of the answer.
 Make sure they know it. I hold you responsible for them.”
“As you wish,” Taim said with another shrug. “Some will die sooner or later, unless you mean to keep them cooped here forever. Even if you do, some will probably die. It’s almost unavoidable, unless I slow the lessons.
There it was again. Rand looked at the students. A sweating, pale-haired youth with blue eyes was having a hard time moving a stone into place. He kept losing saidin, and the rock moved by small leaps across the ground. In a few hours the wagon would be coming out from the Palace with the applicants who had arrived since midday yesterday. More, this time. Some days it was only three, or two, though the numbers had been increasing generally. Eighteen since he brought Taim out here seven days ago, and only three of them could learn to channel. Taim insisted that was a remarkable number considering that they simply walked into Caemlyn looking for the opportunity. He had also pointed out more than once that at this rate, they could match the Tower in six years or so. Rand needed no reminders that he did not have six years. And he did not have time to let them train more slowly.
“How would you do it?”
“Using gateways,” Taim had picked that up right away; he was very quick with everything Rand showed him. “I can visit two or even three villages a day. Villages will be easier in the beginning than even small towns. I’ll leave Flinn to watch the lessons—he’s the furthest along, despite what you saw—and take Grady or Hopwil or Morr. You’ll have to supply some decent horses. The nag that pulls our cart won’t do.”
“What do you intend, though? Just ride in and announce that you’re looking for men who want to channel? You’ll be lucky if the villagers don’t try to hang you.”
“I can be a little more circumspect than that,” Taim said dryly. “I will say I’m recruiting men to follow the Dragon Reborn.” A little more circumspect? Not much. “That should frighten the people just enough to keep them from my throat long enough to gather in whoever is willing. And it culls out anybody who isn’t ready to support you. I don’t suppose you mean to train up men who’ll turn on you the first chance they find.” He raised a questioning eyebrow, but did not wait for the unnecessary answer. “Once I have them safely away from the village, I can bring them here through a gateway. Some might panic, but they should not be too hard to handle. Once they’ve agreed to follow a man who can channel, they can hardly balk at letting me test them. Those who fail, I’ll send on to Caemlyn. It’s time you started raising an army of your own instead of depending on others. Bashere could change his mind; he will, if Queen Tenobia tells him to. And who can know what these so-called Aiel will do.”
This time he paused, but Rand held his tongue. He had thought along the same lines himself, if certainly not about the Aiel, but Taim had no need to know that. After a moment the man went on as if he had never brought up the subject. “I’ll make you a wager. You name the price. The first day I recruit, I will find as many men who can learn as walk into Caemlyn in a month on their own. Once Flinn and some of the others are ready to go out without me . . . ” He spread his hands. “I will match the White Tower for you in less than a year. And every man a weapon.”
Rand hesitated. Letting Taim go off was a risk. The man was too aggressive. What would he do if he came across an Aes Sedai on one of his recruiting trips? Maybe he would keep his word and spare her life, but what if she discovered what he was? What if she shielded and captured him? That was a loss Rand could not afford. He could not train students and do everything else he had to do as well. Six years to match the Tower. If Aes Sedai did not find this place first and destroy it and the students before they knew enough to defend themselves. Or less than a year. Finally he nodded. Lews Therin’s voice was a mad buzz in the distance. “You will have your horses.”


sep.Rd
Determine the distance between x-axis or y-axis coordinates for two nodes in a path diagram.
sep(nodes, labels, dimension = "y-axis", desired = NULL)
| nodes | A list of lists, each list
giving the x and y coordinates for the
bottom, left, top, right and associated
corners for a given node (e.g., see output
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| dimension | The set of coordinates to
compare between nodes, either |
| desired | An optional value specifying the desired distance between the two nodes; when provided, the function outputs the new x or y-axis coordinate needed for the second node to have the desired distance from the first node. |
# Add nodes nodes <- add_nodes( c( N1 = 'Node-01|x=.3|y=.7', N2 = 'Node-02|x=.7|y=.3' ), output = TRUE )#> [1] 0.3464865# Determine new y-axis coordinate for 'N2' so # that distance between nodes would be 0.1 sep( nodes, c( 'N1', 'N2' ), desired = .1 )[2]#> new_y #> 0.5464865# Determine new y-axis coordinate for 'N1' so # that distance between nodes would be 0.1 sep( nodes, c( 'N2', 'N1' ), desired = .1 )[2]#> new_y #> 0.4535135# Distance from left edge of 'N1' and # right edge of 'N2' sep( nodes, c( 'N1', 'N2' ), dimension = 'x-axis' )#> [1] 0.2332644# Determine new x-axis coordinate for 'N2' so # that distance between nodes would be 0.1 sep( nodes, c( 'N1', 'N2' ), 'x-axis', desired = .1 )[2]#> new_y #> 0.5667356


ConnectitivyState
public enum ConnectitivyState
States of the Connectivity framework.
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Vuzix device can’t be found. Will continue to scan for it. Device must be in range and connected to companion.
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registration with companion is sucessful
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case connecting
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Device is connected and ready for communication.
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case connected
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Connectivity framwork is NOT supported. ie BladeOS needs version 2.11 or higher.
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case notSupported


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Rags to riches tale of Springbok wing whose try beat England in World Cup final
Makazole Mapimpi breaks Eddie Jones' heart - then gets picked by England boss to play for his team in Barbarians clash
by Alex Spink, https://www.facebook.com/alexspinkmirror/Eddie Jones last night called on the services of the two men who did most to end his World Cup dream.
Tendai Mtawarira, who led the demolition of England’s scrum in the final a fortnight ago, was named by Jones in his Barbarians team to face Fiji.
Alongside the ‘Beast’ for Saturday’s Twickenham showpiece Jones slotted Makazole Mapimpi, scorer of the try which killed England off once and for all.
Jones was in no mood to talk about anything World Cup related. “It’s done and dusted. I can’t do anything about what’s happened,” he said.
So South Africa wing Mapimpi stepped into the breach to reflect on what, remarkably, is the first trophy he has ever won.
“I have watched my try I think 20 times,” he said. “I still don’t believe it’s me.”
Mapimipi’s day of joy was a long time coming in a life that has been anything but easy. Never mind the lack of rugby opportunities in his early years, he has buried his mother, his sister and his brother.
Mum Eunice was killed in a car accident, sister Zukiswa died from a severe headache, brother Zolani was electrocuted.
If the journey out of poverty made by Siya Kolisi, the first World Cup-winning black captain, is destined for the big screen, Mapimpi’s is no less extraordinary.
Born in a remote part of South Africa’s Eastern Cape the scorer of 14 tries in 14 Test starts did not enjoy private schooling, relying on the kindness of others just for a pair of boots to play in.
As recently as five years ago he was turning out in the local Sunday league when a friend told him he had the skills to turn professional.
“No bro,” he replied. “No-one is watching me. We are too far from the system.”
Sitting in an exclusive London hotel overlooking Hyde Park yesterday, Mapimpi, whose name in Xhosa translates as ‘cobra’, stopped just short of pinching himself.
“When I was young I would sometimes sit on my couch and pray about things,” he said. “But I didn’t bother with big goals.
“I’m from a rural area, I didn’t make the schools teams. So winning the World Cup is a big thing for me.
“A lot of things happen in South Africa that affect us,” he added. “I’ve seen a lot of things, things I don’t like. But I feel the World Cup has helped bring us together as a country. We have made people happy.”
Not Jones of course.
“But he’s still a funny guy, always smiling,” said Mapimpi. “Is it strange that we are on the same side so soon after the World Cup? No, he's a rugby man.
“We play, then afterwards we shake hands. It’s sport. Nothing more.”


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fun getAllowedMoves(piece: Piece): List<GridPoint2>
Checks for possible moves for a Piece in horizontal and vertical direction.
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Return A list of allowed moves in horizontal and vertical direction.


Class CacheItem
A representation of a cached item
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POLYNOMIALCURVESETFIT fit a set of polynomial curves to a segmented image COEFS = polynomialCurveSetFit(IMG); COEFS = polynomialCurveSetFit(IMG, DEG); Result is a cell array of matrices. Each matrix is DEG+1-by-2, and contains coefficients of polynomial curve for each coordinate. IMG is first binarised, then skeletonized. Each cure [COEFS LBL] = polynomialCurveSetFit(...); also returns an image of labels for the segmented curves. The max label is the number of curves, and the length of COEFS. Requires the toolboxes: - Optimization - Image Processing Example polynomialCurveSetFit See also polynomialCurves2d, polynomialCurveFit ------ Author: David Legland e-mail<EMAIL_ADDRESS>Created: 2007-03-21 Copyright 2007 INRA - BIA PV Nantes - MIAJ Jouy-en-Josas. Licensed under the terms of the LGPL, see the file "license.txt"


Loops can execute a block of code as long as a specified condition is true.
The While Loop
The while loop loops through a block of code as long as a specified condition is true.
while (i < 10) {
text += "The number is " + i;
i++;
}
The Do/While Loop
The do/while loop is a variant of the while loop. This loop will execute the code block once, before checking if the condition is true, then it will repeat the loop as long as the condition is true.
do {
text += "The number is " + i;
i++;
}
while (i < 10);
Comparing For and While
If you have read the previous chapter, about the for loop, you will discover that a while loop is much the same as a for loop, with statement 1 and statement 3 omitted. The loop in this example uses a for loop to collect the car names from the cars array:
var cars = ["BMW", "Volvo", "Saab", "Ford"];
var i = 0;
var text = "";
for (;cars[i];) {
text += cars[i] + "
";
i++;
}
The loop in this example uses a while loop to collect the car names from the cars array:
var cars = ["BMW", "Volvo", "Saab", "Ford"];
var i = 0;
var text = "";
while (cars[i]) {
text += cars[i] + "
";
i++;
}


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Say you have decided to walk the path of light


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Tools
A collection of tools that make my life easier... in the long run.
- LyX! With LaTeX and BibTeX, of course.
- Mendeley. For keeping my library organized across several machines and managing references.
Export to BibTeX for use with Lyx. See Managing publication lists in HTML to find out how to semi-automatically convert the Bibtex file with your publications into HTML.
- Dropbox. For keeping all important documents synced and collaborative development. Altough I would like to make an effort and start using Github.
- writeLaTeX. For collaboratively writing papers. Heard good things about Bitbucket. They give you free private repositories.
- HTML and free CSS templates (from here or here). This website is based on
this or this examples.
However, Jekyll (uses Github) is a more convenient tool for building a notebook-like website.
Usefull links
Essentially, an organized collection of bookmarks to pieces of data / code / advice that I find useful / interesting or,
which is very likely, has at some piont saved me from banging my head against the wall for too long.


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Broadcasting And Presenting Suite
BAPS is designed to make presenting easier. It aims to provide all the functionality you need to make a radio broadcast as streamlined as possible. The suite is split into many applications that work in a symbiotic relationship to give you immense power at your fingertips.
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All of the work is done by the BAPS Server it coordinates all of the satellite applications and provides the stability of the system. BAPS Server will keep running even when systems fail around it.
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The presenter interface is one of the many front-ends that can connect to the BAPS Server. It provides access to all BAPS Server features with focus on usability.
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The BAPS controller is a serious of interfaces to switch boxes which can be used to control certain BAPS features.
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The Show Manager website enables shows to be created from the comfort of your own home and upload the audio that you really want to play. In as few as 6 clicks a show can be loaded into BAPS Presenter and the show can start.
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The Music Manager helps to manage the Music Library component of BAPS. It can be used to efficiently catalogue and copy audio from any CD ready to be played on BAPS Server within 2 minutes.


A lioness turns 26 years old today. Now lionesses usually get what they want, but unfortunately it is locked! Can you figure out what it is?
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WITNESS LIST Local Government Ways and Means Committee June 16, 2004-10:00A INTERIM CHARGE #1: APPRAISAL CAPS On: Allison, Jim (County Judges & Commissioners Association of Texas) Blaydes, Bill (Dallas City Council) Boren, Gary (Lubbock City Council) Bostwick, Breck (Texas Association of Property Tax Professionals) Breivogel, Buddy (Comptroller Carole Keeton Strayhorn) Brock, Euline (Mayor, City of Denton) Brown, Tim (Conference of Urban Counties and Bell County) Casey, Daniel (Moak, Casey, & Associates) Evans, Pat (Mayor, City of Plano) Gorden, Jack (Lufkin City Council) Hamlin, Marc (Texas Association of Counties & Brazos County District Clerk) Hammond, Bill (Texas Association of Business) Hart, Dennis (Comptroller Carole Keeton Strayhorn) Slagel, Gary (Mayor, City of Richardson) Spataro, Susan (Travis County Auditor) Stinson, Bill (Texas Association of Realtors) Turner, Frank (City of Plano) Wardy, Joe (Self and Mayor, City of El Paso) Whitley, Glen (Self and Tarrant County Commissioner) Wooten, Tim (Comptroller Carole Keeton Strayhorn)


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About Me:
Majd Alkilany
19/2/1992
Ayn Albasha
I am Majd i studied civil ENGINEERING and graduated from al zaytoonah univirsty
i live in amman and Iam learned coding in ltuc
I enjoy solving problems, troubleshooting issues,
and coming up with solutions in a timely manner.
I thrive in team settings, and I think my skill in effectively communicating with others
is what drives my ability to solve a variety of problems.
Education & Courses:
- bachelor's degree in CIVIL & INFRASTRUCURE ENGINEERING "ALZAYTOONAH universty"
- secundary school "albaqa'a secundary school"
Hobbies:
- table tinnes
- Tea
- Reading
- Playing football
Tob anime:
- bleach
- Naruto
- One Piece
- Re zero
- HunterXhunter


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NAME
git-symbolic-ref - Read, modify and delete symbolic refs
SYNOPSIS
git symbolic-ref [-m <reason>] <name> <ref> git symbolic-ref [-q] [--short] <name> git symbolic-ref --delete [-q] <name>
DESCRIPTION
Given one argument, reads which branch head the given symbolic ref refers to and outputs its path, relative to the .git/ directory. Typically you would give HEAD as the <name> argument to see which branch your working tree is on.
Given two arguments, creates or updates a symbolic ref <name> to point at the given branch <ref>.
Given --delete and an additional argument, deletes the given symbolic ref.
A symbolic ref is a regular file that stores a string that begins with ref: refs/. For example, your .git/HEAD is a regular file whose contents is ref: refs/heads/master.
OPTIONS
- -d
- --delete
Delete the symbolic ref <name>.
- -q
- --quiet
Do not issue an error message if the <name> is not a symbolic ref but a detached HEAD; instead exit with non-zero status silently.
- --short
When showing the value of <name> as a symbolic ref, try to shorten the value, e.g. from refs/heads/master to master.
- -m
Update the reflog for <name> with <reason>. This is valid only when creating or updating a symbolic ref.
NOTES
In the past, .git/HEAD was a symbolic link pointing at refs/heads/master. When we wanted to switch to another branch, we did ln -sf refs/heads/newbranch .git/HEAD, and when we wanted to find out which branch we are on, we did readlink .git/HEAD. But symbolic links are not entirely portable, so they are now deprecated and symbolic refs (as described above) are used by default.
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My Detoxification – June 2007
BACKGROUND
There's a history of alcoholism in male uncles on both sides of my family, some are still “functional,” but the older, chronically addicted uncles died by age 60. I drank alcohol responsibility for about 20 years (15yr to 35yr). I started drinking most nights about 10 years ago, but rarely exceeding 6 drinks per night -- mostly beer. My drinking escalated to 12+ drinks per night, including sake, and vodka, early this year. I have never consumed alcohol during the day, or when my duties required a clear head. Interestingly, according to my observations, and testimony from relatives, this daytime sobriety and “duty before drinking” ethic is pervasive amongst the functional alcoholics in my family.
HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE
After a visit to the ER in 2002, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. Note that my drinking at that time was frequent, but not excessive. Since then, I've been taking blood pressure meds daily, and significantly reduced my salt intake. My diet has always been excellent, low fat, low cholesterol, low refined sugar, and a good balance with fruits and vegetables. Notably however, until recently, I was a chronic couch potato. After the BP diagnosis, I found out that my hypertension might be inherited on my mother's side, my mother was diagnosed with essential (no clear medical cause) hypertension, and her grandfather had hypertension, and died at an early age after multiple strokes. Both are/were otherwise in good physical condition. Presenting with elevated BP in early June 2007, I was prescribed a diuretic, to add to the other BP medication.
On Sunday, June 10, 2007, after more than usual alcohol the night before (20+ drinks), my BP skyrocketed, I measured 226/124. I took additional BP meds (Not blindly: I'd previously studied safe dosage schedules for both BP meds.). The extra drugs had no effect. Lightheaded, arms tingling, and distinctly feeling each beat of my heart, my wife drove me to “Capital City” Urgent Care. BP measured by Urgent Care was similarly high Because I reported no heart attack symptoms, I waited an hour before treatment. Eventually, a doctor administered Clonidine 0.2mg, which brought my BP back down to the 160/100 range. They released me with two 0.2mg Clonidine tablets for use if systolic BP exceeded 200, because I had an appointment with a doctor the next day.
SEEKING ALCOHOL DEPENDENCE TREATMENT
After much research, utilizing advice from the online professional medical journals, and credible testimony from past-addicted friends and family, my wife and I decided that outpatient treatment was the best solution. I'd done behavioral homework as well, experimenting with alcohol cessation, to assess the severity of the dependence, and determined that I was mildly dependent: “Stage I” (shaking, elevated pulse, increased blood pressure, agitation). I went to the doctor appointment the next day with my wife, having decided to ask for help to treat my alcohol dependence as an outpatient.
Dr. 'Howser' (MD since 2003!) listened to our plan, and at first recommended inpatient treatment (“rehab”), which we politely declined. The doctor then responded with warnings about the risk of DTs, seizures, and death. This upset my wife a little, but I was unmoved. After a 15 minute conversation, the doctor agreed to help us. He advised that I wean myself from alcohol before total abstinence, and prescribed Clonidine 0.2mg 2x daily and Librium 25mg 3x daily as needed.
DETOXIFICATION
During detox, I continued to take my BP meds, additional meds are listed below.  The Clonidine tablets are easy enough to divide with a pill splitter, but it became necessary to break open the Librium caplets and divide them among 2, and finally 3 gel caplets to get a low enough dose. Note that I appreciated the availability of the full prescribed doses, just in case my BP became difficult to control.
CLOSING REMARKS
It disappointed me that outpatient treatment was discouraged, at least by the 'king' of all HMOs, seemingly as a matter of policy. Highly motivated, mildly addicted persons like myself can be treated, with family support, for very low cost in terms of physician face time and drugs prescribed. Because Doogie effectively functioned only as a drug gatekeeper, I was forced to research mild alcohol self-treatment myself. The best relevant document I found is this: http://www.aafp.org/afp/990915ap/1175.html#table%202
Please seek professional medical advice before starting any self-treatment program, even if your alcohol withdrawal symptoms are as mild as mine (shaking, elevated pulse, increased blood pressure, agitation). Also, be aware that it is not usually recommended to combine alcohol with some of the drugs I used in my self-treatment. Again, consult your doctor before proceeding.
Thanks for reading. I hope this helps others seek treatment before it gets out of hand.
Cheers!
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Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid.


These classes represent information about the competitions being
ran by the organisation.
They are not saved out to the user's files, instead they are loaded
from the application configuration file at startup.
Since only the names of the competitions are saved out to the users
files, renaming the competitions in the configuration file may cause
problems loading old season files.


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| Document number: | P1295R0 | |
|---|---|---|
| Date: | 2018-10-07 | |
| Audience: | Library Evolution Working Group | |
| Reply-to: | Tomasz Kamiński <tomaszkam at gmail dot com> |
This paper proposed a set of minor usability tweaks for the library portion of the tree-way comparison operator: comparison category types.
Initial revision.
Currently the comparison category types defined in the standard (weak_equality
, strong_equality
,
partial_ordering
, ...) are not providing the equality operator for comparing they values. Instead the
suggested way to inspect the comparison result is to compare it against the zero constant (0
).
The above mechanism is working effectively, for situations when we want to check if the category object res
represent
one of the following result:
res == 0
,res != 0
,res < 0
,res <= 0
,res > 0
,res >= 0
.However, if we want to check if the partial_ordering
object part
is representing unordered result
(partial_order::unordered
), we are forced to check if it does not represent any of the above result, by using one of the
following:
!(part < 0) && !(part == 0) && !(part > 0) !(part <= 0) && !(part >= 0)
Both of above solution are less efficient that possible library implementation, that have access to the underlying representation of the object.
Secondly, we are missing an efficient way to check if two comparison results are having the same value, in situation if nor of them has a runtime know value. For example imagine that we want to implement an unanimous comparison predicate (see P0100: Comparison in C++) — the objects are considered to be less, if all corresponding fields are less (same for greater or equal).
To illustrate, lets consider implementation for of above predicate for class A
containing members x
,
y
, z
:
std::partial_ordering unanimous_compare(A const& lhs, A const& rhs) { auto first_result = lhs.x <=> rhs.y; if (auto res = lhs.x <=> rhs.y; !is_same(first_result, res)) return std::partial_ordering::unordered; if (auto res = lhs.z <=> rhs.z; !is_same(first_result, res)) return std::partial_ordering::unordered; return first_result == 0 ? first_result : std::partial_ordering::unordered; }
And is_same
for the existing comparison categories:
bool is_same(std::weak_equality lhs, std::weak_equality rhs) // handles std::strong_equality via conversion { if (lhs == 0) return rhs == 0; // lhs != 0 return rhs != 0; } bool is_same(std::partial_ordering lhs, std::partial_ordering rhs) { if (lhs == 0) return rhs == 0; if (lhs < 0) return rhs < 0; if (lhs > 0) return rhs > 0; // lhs is unordered return !(rhs <= 0) && !(rhs >= 0); } bool is_same(std::weak_ordering lhs, std::weak_ordering rhs) // optimization for std::weak_ordering and std::strong_ordering { if (lhs == 0) return rhs == 0; if (lhs < 0) return rhs < 0; // lhs > 0 return rhs glt; 0; }
Again above functions may be implemented more effectively in library, that can just compare underlying representation.
To address both of above issues, we propose to make comparison categories equality comparable, thus allowing
unordered values to be checked by part == std::partial_ordering::unordered
and replacing the whole
is_same
implementation by simple invocation of comparison operator (lhs == rhs
).
common_type
for comparison categoriesFor the comparison category types C...
, the standard currently provides two independent traits
to produce their common type:
std::common_type_t<C...>
,std::common_comparison_category_t<C...>
.In the authors opinion, regardless if the programmer will use existing general purpose trait (common_type
)
or the specialized version (common_comparison_category
), they should get the same result.
Currently above is not held for the following combination of the comparison categories:
strong_equality
and partial_ordering
,strong_equality
and weak_ordering
.For the above types, common_comparison_category
is weak_equality
, while common_type
does not have nested type
typedef.
To fix above we are proposing that common_type<C...>::type
shall be the same
as common_comparison_category<C...>::type
in case when all types in pack C
are comparison category types. This may be achieved by providing following specializations
of common_type
:
template<> struct common_type<strong_equality, partial_ordering> { using type = weak_equality; }; template<> struct common_type<partial_ordering, strong_equality> { using type = weak_equality; }; template<> struct common_type<strong_equality, weak_ordering> { using type = weak_equality; }; template<> struct common_type<weak_ordering, strong_equality> { using type = weak_equality; };
Finally, proposed common_type
extension, is required guarantee that EqualityComparableWith
concept would be satisfied for above categories, after equality operations will be introduced.
compare_3way
Per author's input during Albuquerque both the compare_3way
and lexicographical_compare_3way
functions
were moved from the compare
header to the algorithm
.
While, moving lexicographical_compare_3way
was right decision, as it is working on iterator/ranges,
moving compare_3way
may be an mistake.
The compare_3way
is a function designed for handling comparison in generic code, regardless
if argument type defines operator<=>
or set of two-ways comparison operators.
This makes it a fundamental building block for implementing comparison operators in case of generic components,
like std::optional
. As consequence of current placement of this function, implementation of such
component would be required to bring content of the algorithm
header.
To avoid above overhead we are proposing the move compare_3way
function back to compare
header, as it was originally proposed.
This paper purposely does not propose to define an orderings for the comparison categories.
While defining some kind of ordering would be technically possible (as we have small set of elements),
we have not found motivating use cases for such feature, in addition we reckon that any definition
of ordering would not intuitive, especially when you consider how unordered
should be ordered
respective to less
, equivalent
and greater
values.
common_type
specializationThis paper is specifically avoiding providing an explicit specialization of the common_type
in the compare
header (like it is done for the chrono
), to avoid potential bloat
of the header - instead the programmers are still required to include type_traits
to use
an common_type
for common comparison categories. [ Note: They can still use dedicated
lightweight common_comparison_category
trait. ]
This decision is motivated by the fact, that inclusion of the compare
is required both to
declare operator<=>
and use relation operators (<=>
, <
, >
, ...)
on class, an thus we expect this header to me include by majority of translation units.
TBD.
Herb Sutter for discussion and feedback on changes proposed in this document.


Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order PC patch fixes load times and dynamic resolution
by Fraser BrownStar Wars Jedi: Fallen Order's first patch is here, though it's just a small one, fixing four issues that I've not encountered. So far, my galactic misadventures have been mercifully free of bugs and performance problems.
If you've not been so lucky, hopefully the patch will sort you out. Here's everything it fixes:
- Fixed a texture flickering issue that would display on the screen while driving the AT-AT on Kashyyyk.
- Sometimes the input from the arrow keys would fail to respond within menus, this has now been fixed.
- Dynamic resolution settings will now save properly.
- Fixed an issued where the game could become slow and loading times longer than expected.
Some players have been complaining of framerate dips and other problems, particularly on Kashyyk, though they seem to be predominantly on PS4, not PC.
We ran some performance tests last week and found the PC version to be decent, but limited. For more details on how the PC version fares, keep an eye out for our review.


This small island lies 7 NM south of Tortola, close to the border with the US Virgin Islands.
Norman Island is inhabited by many wild goats. They are generally not aggressive but it is advisable to stay clear of them.
Position 18° 19'07"N, 064° 37'18"W (Bight Bay)
The Bight at Norman Island is a favourite anchorage and is often the first stop on many itineraries. There are at least 60 moorings in the Bight and quite a few more have been dropped for the 2016 season, making anchoring difficult. Just west of the Willie T is an anchoring spot with space for 3-4 boats.
Moorings have also been laid at Soldier Bay, Benures Bay and Privateer Bay.
Kelly's Cove, just round from the Bight, is quieter with a few moorings. Anchoring can be tricky due to the coral. Snorkeling is good here and you can dinghy to the caves.
Anchorages
Monkey Bay, on the southern coast is a fairly protected anchorage and there is a day anchorages at Treasure Point.
Last updated March 2016.


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