Kevin Smith Shares Photo of Suicide Squad Cast Meeting Jay and Silent Bob
by John RidlehooverSeveral members of James Gunn's Suicide Squad 2 cast dropped by the Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Roadshow event in Atlanta. Kevin Smith, writer and director of Jay and Silent Bob Reboot, shared several images of himself, Jason Mewes and others with The Suicide Squad cast members that attended.
"In #atlanta, it was the @suicidesquadmovie vs @jayandsilentbob!" Smith said in the caption. "Our buddy and Reboot costar @dastmalchian brought his friends from #thesuicidesquad shoot to the #jayandsilentbobrebootroadshow Tour, but if I told you who’s playing who, @jamesgunn might Gunn me down!"
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David Dastmalchian's role in Suicide Squad 2 hasn't been confirmed, though it's been heavily rumored he will play Polka Dot Man. The actor played a SWAT officer in Jay and Silent Bob Reboot.
The Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Roadshow is currently continuing its tour around the country. The tour's last stop will be in New Orleans, Louisiana on February 26, 2020.
Written and directed by James Gunn, The Suicide Squad is set to hit theaters Aug. 6, 2021. Several cast members from 2016's Suicide Squad will reprise their roles, including Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn, Viola Davis as Amanda Waller, Joel Kinnaman as Rick Flagg and Jai Courtney as Captain Boomerang. Also joining the cast are David Dastmalchian, John Cena, Joaquin Cosio, Nathan Fillion, Mayling Ng, Flula Borg, Sean Gunn, Juan Diego Botto, Storm Reid, Pete Davidson, Taika Waititi, Alice Braga, Steve Agee, Tinashe Kajese, Daniela Melchior, Peter Capaldi, Julio Ruiz, Jennifer Holland, Idris Elba and Michael Rooker.
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the great mountainous island of Tremalking. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
East the wind blew across Tremalking, where the fair-skinned Amayar farmed their fields, and made fine glass and porcelain, and followed the peace of the Water Way. The Amayar ignored the world beyond their scattered islands, for the Water Way taught that this world was only illusion, a mirrored reflection of belief, yet some watched the wind carry dust and deep summer heat where cold winter rains should be falling, and they remembered tales heard from the Atha’an Miere. Tales of the world beyond, and what prophecy said was to come. Some looked to a hill where a massive stone hand rose from the earth, holding a clear crystal sphere larger than many houses. The Amayar had their own prophecies, and some of those spoke of the hand and the sphere. And the end of illusions.
Onward the wind blew into the Sea of Storms, eastward beneath a searing sun in a sky abandoned by clouds, whipping the tops of green sea swells, battling winds from the south and westward winds, shearing and swirling as the waters below heaved. Not yet the storms of winter’s heart, though winter should have been half gone, much less the greater storms of a dying summer, but winds and currents that could be used by ocean-faring folk to coast around the continent from World’s End to Mayene and beyond, then back again. Eastward the wind howled, over rolling ocean where the great whales rose and sounded, and flying fish soared on outstretched fins two paces and more across, eastward, now whirling north, east and north, over small fleets of fishing ships dragging their nets in the shallower seas. Some of those fishermen stood gaping, hands idle on the lines, staring at a huge array of tall vessels and smaller that purposefully rode the wind’s hard breath, shattering swells with bluff bows, slicing swells with narrow, their banner a golden hawk with talons clutching lightning, a multitude of streaming banners like portents of storm. East and north and on, and the wind reached the broad, ship-filled harbor of Ebou Dar, where hundreds of Sea Folk vessels rode as they did in many ports, awaiting word of the Coramoor, the Chosen One.
Across the harbor the wind roared, tossing small ships and large, across the city itself, gleaming white beneath the unfettered sun, spires and walls and color-ringed domes, streets and canals bustling with the storied southern industry. Around the shining domes and slender towers of the Tarasin Palace the wind swirled, carrying the tang of salt, lifting the flag of Altara, two golden leopards on a field of red and blue, and the banners of ruling House Mitsobar, the Sword and Anchor, green on white. Not yet the storm, but a harbinger of storms.
Skin prickled between Aviendha’s shoulder blades as she strode ahead of her companions through palace hallways tiled in dozens of pleasing bright hues. A sense of being watched that she had last felt while still wed to the spear. Imagination, she told herself. Imagination and knowing there are enemies about I cannot face! Not so long ago that crawling sensation had meant someone might be intending to kill her. Death was nothing to fear—everyone died, today or on another—but she did not want to die like a rabbit kicking in a snare. She had toh to meet.
Servants scurried by close along the walls, bobbing bows and curtsies, dropping their eyes almost as if they understood the shame of the lives they lived, yet surely it could not be them that made her want to twist her shoulders.  It had to be imagination, and nerves. This was a day for imagination and nerves.
Unlike the servants, rich silk tapestries snagged at her eye, and the gilded stand-lamps and ceiling lamps lining the corridors. Paper-thin porcelain in reds and yellows and greens and blues stood in wall niches and tall openwork cabinets alongside ornaments of gold and silver, ivory and crystal, scores upon scores of bowls and vases and caskets and statuettes. Only the most beautiful truly caught her gaze; whatever wetlanders thought, beauty held more worth than gold. There was much beauty here. She would not have minded taking her share of the fifth from this place.
Vexed with herself, she frowned. That was not an honorable thought beneath a roof that had offered her shade and water freely. Without ceremony, true, but also without debt or blood, steel or need. Yet better that than thinking about a small boy alone somewhere out in this corrupt city. Any city was corrupt—of that much she was certain, now, having seen some part of four—but Ebou Dar was the last where she would have let a child run loose. What she could not understand was why thoughts of Olver came unless she worked to avoid them. He was no part of the toh she had to Elayne, and to Rand al’Thor. A Shaido spear had taken his father, starvation and hardship his mother, yet had it been her own spear that took both, the boy was still a treekiller, Cairhienin. Why should she fret over a child from that blood? Why? She attempted to concentrate on the weave she was to make, but although she had practiced under Elayne’s eye until she could have formed it sleeping, Olver’s wide-mouthed face intruded.
Sighing, Aviendha gave up trying to ignore her companions’ conversation behind her, though irritation crackled through it like heat lightning. Even that was better than upsetting herself over a son of treekillers. Oathbreakers. A despised blood the world would be better off without. No concern or worry of hers. None. Mat Cauthon would find the boy in any case. He could find anything, it seemed. And listening settled her, somehow. The prickling faded away.
“I don’t like it one bit!” Nynaeve was muttering, continuing an argument begun back in their rooms. “Not a bit, Lan, do you hear me?” She had announced her dislike at least twenty times already, but Nynaeve never surrendered just because she had lost. Short and dark-eyed, she strode fiercely, kicking her divided blue skirts, one hand rising to hover near her thick, waist-long braid, then thrust down firmly before rising again. Nynaeve kept a tight hold on anger and irritation when Lan was around. Or tried to. An inordinate pride filled her about marrying him. The close-fitting embroidered blue coat over her yellow-slashed silk riding dress hung open, showing far too much bosom in the wetlander way, just so she could display his heavy gold finger ring on a fine chain around her neck. “You have no right to promise to take care of me like that, Lan Mandragoran,” she went on firmly. “I am not a porcelain figurine!”
He paced at her side, a man of proper size, towering head and shoulders and more above her, the eye-wrenching cloak of a Warder hanging down his back. His face seemed hacked from stone, and his gaze weighed the threat in every servant who passed, examined every crossing corridor and wall niche for hidden attackers. Readiness radiated from him, a lion on the brink of his charge. Aviendha had grown up around dangerous men, but never one to match Aan’allein. Had death been a man, she would have been him.
“You are Aes Sedai, and I am a Warder,” he said in a deep, level voice. “Taking care of you is my duty.”  “Besides, caring for you is my heart’s desire, Nynaeve. You can ask or demand anything of me, but never to let you die without trying to save you. The day you die, I die.”
 She appeared to recover quickly, though, as always.
Aviendha had begun to suspect that the other woman often used silence and supposedly significant looks to cover ignorance. She suspected Nynaeve knew little more about men, about dealing with one man, than she did herself. Facing them with knives and spears was much easier than loving one. Much easier. How did women manage being married to them? Aviendha had a desperate need to learn, and no idea how. Married to Aan’allein only a day, Nynaeve had changed much more than simply in trying to control her temper. She seemed to flit from startlement to shock, however much she attempted to hide it. She fell into dreaminess at odd moments, blushed at innocuous questions, and—she denied this fiercely, even when Aviendha had seen her—she giggled over nothing at all. There was no point in trying to learn anything from Nynaeve.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me about Warders and Aes Sedai again, as well,” Elayne said coolly to Birgitte. “Well, you and I aren’t married. I expect you to guard my back, but I will not have you making promises about me behind it.” Elayne wore garments as inappropriate as Nynaeve’s, a gold-embroidered Ebou Dari riding dress of green silk, suitably high-necked but with an oval opening that bared the inner slopes of her breasts. Wetlanders spluttered at the mention of a sweat tent or being unclothed in front of gai’shain, then walked about half-exposed where any stranger could see. Aviendha did not really mind for Nynaeve, but Elayne was her near-sister. And would be more, she hoped.
The raised heels of Birgitte’s boots made her almost a hand taller than Nynaeve, if still shorter than Elayne or Aviendha. In dark blue coat and wide green trousers, she carried herself with much of the same warily confident readiness as Lan, though it seemed more casual in her.  There was no arrow nocked in the bow Birgitte carried, but for all her stroll and smiles, she could have a shaft out of the quiver at her waist before anyone could blink, and be loosing her third before anybody else could have fitted a second to bowstring.
She gave Elayne a wry grin and a shake of her head that swung a golden braid as long and thick as Nynaeve’s dark one. “I promised to your face, not behind your back,” she said dryly. “When you’ve learned a little more, I won’t have to tell you about Warders and Aes Sedai.” Elayne sniffed and lifted her chin haughtily, busying herself with the ribbons of her hat, which was covered with long green plumes and worse than Nynaeve’s. “Perhaps a great deal more,” Birgitte added. “You’re tying another knot in that bow.”
Had Elayne not been her near-sister, Aviendha would have laughed at the crimson that flooded her cheeks. Tripping someone who tried to walk too high was always fun, or watching it done, and even a short fall was worth a laugh. As it was, she leveled a firm stare at Birgitte, a promise that more might bring retribution. She liked the woman despite all her secrets, but the difference between a friend and a near-sister was a thing these wetlanders seemed unable to comprehend. Birgitte only smiled, glancing from her to Elayne, and murmured under her breath. Aviendha caught the word “kittens.” Worse, it sounded fond. Everyone must have heard. Everyone!
“What’s gotten into you, Aviendha?” Nynaeve demanded, prodding her shoulder with a stiff finger. “Do you intend to stand there blushing all day? We are in a hurry.”
Only then did Aviendha realize by the heat in her face that she must be as red as Elayne. And standing still as stone besides, when they had need for haste. Cut by a word, like a girl newly wedded to the spear and unused to the banter among Maidens.  That added flames to her cheeks. Which was why she all but leaped around the next turning and very nearly ran headlong into Teslyn Baradon.
Skidding awkwardly on red-and-green floor tiles, Aviendha half-fell backward, catching herself against Elayne and Nynaeve. This time she managed not to blush herself to fire, but she wanted to. She was shaming her near-sister as much as herself. Elayne always held her composure, no matter what. Luckily, Teslyn Baradon took the encounter little better.
The sharp-faced woman recoiled in surprise, gaping before she could stop herself, then shifting her narrow shoulders irritably. Gaunt cheeks and a narrow nose hid the ageless quality of the Red sister’s features, and her red dress, brocaded in a blue that was nearly black, only made her appear bonier, yet she quickly gathered a clan roofmistress’s self-possession, dark brown eyes as cool as deep shadows. They slid past Aviendha dismissively, ignoring Lan like a tool she had no use for, burned a brief moment at Birgitte. Most Aes Sedai disapproved of Birgitte being a Warder, though none could give a reason beyond sour mutters about tradition. Elayne and Nynaeve, however, the woman fixed by turns. Aviendha could have tracked yesterday’s wind before reading anything on Teslyn Baradon’s face now.
“I did already tell Merilille,” she said in a thick Illianer accent, “but I may as well put your minds at rest, also.  I did see to that. Elaida may never learn of it, if you do have some care. Stop gaping at me like carp, children,” she added with a grimace of distaste. “I be neither blind nor deaf. I do know of Sea Folk Windfinders in the palace, and secret meetings with Queen Tylin. And other things.” That thin mouth tightened, and though her tone remained serene, her dark gaze flared with anger. “You will pay dearly yet for those other things, you and those who do allow you to play at being Aes Sedai, but I will look aside for now. Atonement can wait.”
 Under different circumstances Aviendha might have found some sympathy for the target of the tongue-lashing plainly about to erupt. Nynaeve’s tongue carried more spines than a hair-needle segade, and sharper ones. Coldly, Aviendha considered this woman who thought she could look right through her. A Wise One did not stoop to thrashing someone with her fists, but she was still only an apprentice; perhaps it would not cost her ji if she just bruised this Teslyn Baradon a little. She opened her mouth to give the Red sister a chance to defend herself at the same instant Nynaeve opened hers, yet Elayne spoke first.
“What we are about, Teslyn,” she said in a chill voice, “is none of your business.” She, too, stood straight, her eyes blue ice; a chance ray of light from a high window caught her golden-red curls, seeming to set them afire. Right then, Elayne could have made a roofmistress seem a goatherd with too much oosquai in her belly. It was a skill she honed well. She delivered each word with cold crystal dignity. “You have no right to interfere in anything we do, in anything that any sister does. No right whatsoever. So pull your nose out of our coats, you summer ham, and be glad we do not choose to take issue with you supporting a usurper on the Amyrlin Seat.”
Perplexed, Aviendha glanced sideways at her near-sister. Pull her nose out of their coats? She and Elayne, at least, were not wearing coats. A summer ham? What did that mean? Wetlanders often said peculiar things, but the other women all looked as puzzled as she. Only Lan, staring at Elayne askance, appeared to understand, and he seemed . . . startled. And perhaps amused. It was difficult to tell; Aan’allein controlled his features well.
Teslyn Baradon sniffed, pinching her face even tighter. Aviendha was trying hard to call these people by only part of their names the way they themselves did—when she used a whole name, they thought she was upset!—but she could not begin to imagine being so intimate with Teslyn Baradon. “I will leave you foolish children to your business,” the woman growled.
As she turned to go, gathering her skirts grandly, Nynaeve caught her arm. Wetlanders usually let emotion gild their faces, and Nynaeve’s was the image of conflict, anger struggling to break through fixed determination. “Wait, Teslyn,” she said reluctantly. “You and Joline may be in danger. I told Tylin, but I think she may be afraid to tell anyone else. Unwilling, anyway. It’s nothing anybody really wants to talk about.” She drew a long, deep breath, and if she was thinking of her own fears in the matter, she had cause. There was no shame in feeling fear, only in giving way to it, or letting it show. Aviendha felt a flutter in her own belly as Nynaeve went on. “Moghedien has been here in Ebou Dar. She might still be. And maybe another of the Forsaken, too. With a gholam, a kind of Shadowspawn the Power won’t touch. It looks like a man, but it was made, and made to kill Aes Sedai. Steel doesn’t seem to hurt it either, and it can squeeze through a mousehole. The Black Ajah is here, as well. And there’s a storm coming, a bad storm. Only it isn’t a storm, not weather. I can feel it; that’s a skill I have, a Talent, maybe. There’s danger headed for Ebou Dar, and trouble worse than any wind or rain or lightning.”
“The Forsaken, a storm that is no a storm, and some Shadowspawn I did never hear of before,” Teslyn Baradon said wryly. “Not to mention the Black Ajah. Light! The Black Ajah! And the Dark One himself, perhaps?” Her twisted smile was razor thin. She plucked Nynaeve’s hand from her sleeve contemptuously.  Or to carry your tales to sisters.” Running her eyes over them, and once more skipping past Aviendha, she gave a loud sniff and marched off down the hallway so quickly that servants had to leap from her path.
“That woman has the nerve to . . . !” Nynaeve spluttered, glaring after the retreating woman and strangling her braid with both hands. “After I made myself . . . !” She almost choked on her spleen. “Well, I tried.” And now regretted the attempt, by the sound.
“You did,” Elayne agreed with a sharp nod, “and more than she deserves. Denying that we’re Aes Sedai! I won’t put up with that anymore! I won’t!” Her voice had only seemed cold before; now it was cold, and grim.
“Can one like that be trusted?” Aviendha muttered. “Maybe we should be sure she cannot interfere.” She examined her fist; Teslyn Baradon would see that. The woman deserved to be caught by the Shadowsouled, by Moghedien or another. Fools deserved whatever their foolishness brought.
Nynaeve appeared to consider the suggestion, but what she said was “If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was ready to turn on Elaida.” She clicked her tongue in exasperation.
“You can dizzy yourself trying to read the currents in Aes Sedai politics.” Elayne did not say Nynaeve should know that by now, but her tone did. “Even a Red might be turning against Elaida, for some reason we can’t begin to imagine. Or she could be trying to make us lower our guard, so she can somehow trick us into putting ourselves into Elaida’s hands. Or—”
Lan coughed. “If any of the Forsaken are coming,” he said in a voice like polished stone, “they could be here any moment. Or that gholam could. In either case, it would be best to be elsewhere.”
“With Aes Sedai, always a little patience,” Birgitte murmured as though quoting. “But the Windfinders don’t seem to have any,” she continued, “so you might do well to forget Teslyn and remember Renaile.”
Elayne and Nynaeve turned stares on the Warders cold enough to give ten Stone Dogs pause. Neither liked running from the Shadowsouled and this gholam, for all they were the ones who had decided there was no choice. Certainly neither liked being reminded that they needed to run to meet the Windfinders almost as much as to escape the Forsaken. Aviendha would have studied those looks—Wise Ones did with a glance or a few words what she had always needed the threat of spear or fist for, only they usually did it faster and with more success—she would have studied Elayne and Nynaeve, except that their glares had no visible effect on the pair at all. Birgitte grinned and cut her eyes toward Lan, who shrugged back at her with obvious forbearance.
Elayne and Nynaeve gave over. Unhurriedly, and unnecessarily, straightening their skirts, they each took one of Aviendha’s arms before setting off again without so much as a glance to see that the Warders followed. Not that Elayne needed to, with the Warder bond. Or Nynaeve, if not for the same reason; Aan’allein’s bond might belong to another, but his heart hung alongside his ring on that chain around her neck. They made a great show of strolling casually, unwilling to let Birgitte and Lan think they had been brought to hurry, yet the truth was, they did walk faster than before.
As if to make up for that, they chatted with deliberate idleness, choosing the most frivolous subjects. Elayne regretted not having a chance to truly see the Festival of Birds, two days before, and never gave a blush for the scant garments many people had worn. Nynaeve did not blush either, but she quickly began talking about the Feast of Embers, to be held that night. Some of the servants claimed there would be fireworks, supposedly made by a refugee Illuminator. Several traveling shows had come to the city with their strange animals and acrobats, which interested both Elayne and Nynaeve, since they had spent some time with such a show. They talked of seamstresses, and the varieties of lace available in Ebou Dar, and the different qualities of silk and linen that could be bought, and Aviendha found herself responding with pleasure to comments on how well her gray silk riding dress looked on her, and the other garments given to her by Tylin Quintara, fine woolens and silks, and the stockings and shifts to go with them, and jewelry. Elayne and Nynaeve also had received extravagant gifts. All together their presents filled a number of chests and bundles that had been carried down to the stables by servants, along with their saddlebags.
“Why are you scowling, Aviendha?” Elayne asked, giving her a pat on the arm and a smile. “Don’t worry. You know the weave; you will do just fine.”
Nynaeve leaned her head close and whispered, “I’ll fix you a tea when I have a chance. I know several that will soothe your stomach. Or any woman’s troubles.” She patted Aviendha’s arm, too.
They did not understand. No comforting words or teas would cure what ailed her. She was enjoying talk of lace and embroidery! She did not know whether to growl in disgust or wail in despair. She was growing soft. Never before in her life had she looked at a woman’s dress except to think where it might be hiding a weapon, never to notice the color and cut, or think how it would look on her. It was past time to be away from this city, away from wetlander palaces. Soon she would start simpering. She had not seen Elayne or Nynaeve do that, but everyone knew wetlander women simpered, and it was obvious she had become as weak as any milk-water wetlander. Strolling arm-in-arm, chatting about lace! How was she to reach her belt knife if someone attacked them? A knife might be useless against the likeliest assailants, but she had had faith in steel long before she knew she could channel. Should anyone try to harm Elayne or Nynaeve—especially Elayne, but she had promised Mat Cauthon to protect them both surely as Birgitte and Aan’allein had—should anyone try, she would plant steel in their hearts. Lace! As they walked, she wept at how soft she had become.
Huge, paired stable doors fronted three sides of the palace’s largest stableyard, the doorways crowded by servants in green-and-white livery. Behind them in the white stone stables waited horses, saddled or loaded with wicker panniers. Seabirds wheeled and cried overhead, an unpleasant reminder of how much water lay nearby. Heat shimmered up from pale paving stones, but it was tension that thickened the air. Aviendha had seen blood spilled where there was less strain.
Renaile din Calon, in red and yellow silks, arms crossed arrogantly beneath her breasts, stood before nineteen more barefoot women with tattooed hands and brightly colored blouses, most in trousers and long sashes just as brilliant. Sweat glistening on dark faces did not lessen their grave dignity. Some sniffed at lacy gold boxes, filled with heavy scent, that hung about their necks. Five fat gold rings pierced each of Renaile din Calon’s ears, a chain from one dripping medallions as it ran across her left cheek to a ring in her nose. The three women close behind her each wore eight earrings and slightly fewer bits of dangling gold. That was how the Sea Folk marked rank among themselves, with the women at least. All deferred to Renaile din Calon, Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships to the Atha’an Miere, but even the two apprentices at the rear, in dark trousers and linen blouses instead of silk, added their own golden shimmers to the air. When Aviendha and the others appeared, Renaile din Calon ostentatiously looked to the sun, past its noon peak.
Elayne and Nynaeve stopped short, dragging Aviendha to an abrupt halt. They exchanged worried glances past her, and deep sighs. She did not see how they were to escape. Obligation bound her near-sister and Nynaeve hand and foot, and they themselves had tied the knots tight.
“I’ll see to the Knitting Circle,” Nynaeve muttered under her breath, and Elayne said, a little more stoutly, “I’ll make sure the sisters are ready.”
Releasing her arms, they went in opposite directions, holding their skirts up to step quickly and followed by Birgitte and Lan. That left her facing Renaile din Calon’s gaze alone, the eagle stare of a woman who knew she held the high ground and could not be dislodged. Fortunately, the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships quickly turned to her companions, so quickly that the ends of her long yellow sash swung wide. The other Windfinders gathered around her, intent on her quiet words. Hitting her even once would surely ruin everything. Aviendha tried not to glare at them, but as much she attempted to look elsewhere, her eyes returned. No one had the right to catch her near-sister in a cleft stick. Nose rings! A good grip on that chain, and Renaile din Calon Blue Star would wear a very different expression.
Clustered together at one end of the stableyard, tiny Merilille Ceandevin and four more Aes Sedai also regarded the Windfinders, most with annoyance ill-concealed behind cool serenity. Even slender white-haired Vandene Namelle and her mirror-image first-sister Adeleas, who usually looked the most imperturbable of them all. Now and then one or another adjusted a thin linen dust-cloak or brushed at divided silk skirts. Sudden gusts did raise a little dust and stir the color-shifting cloaks of the five Warders just at their backs, yet clearly annoyance moved their hands. Only Sareitha, standing guard over a large white disc-shaped bundle, did not twitch, but she frowned. Merilille’s . . . maid . . . Pol, scowled from behind them. The Aes Sedai heatedly disapproved of the bargain that had brought the Atha’an Miere from their ships and given them a right to stare at Aes Sedai with demanding impatience, but that bargain tied the sisters’ tongues and choked them on their own irritation. Which they tried to hide; they might have succeeded with the wetlanders. The third group of women, in a tight knot at the opposite end of the yard, earned almost as much of their study.
Reanne Corly and the other ten survivors of the Kin’s Knitting Circle stirred uneasily under that disapproving scrutiny, dabbing their sweaty faces with embroidered handkerchiefs, adjusting their broad, colorful straw hats, smoothing sober woolen skirts sewn up on one side to expose layers of petticoats as bright as the Sea Folk’s garb. In part it was the stares of the Aes Sedai that had them shifting from foot to foot; fear of the Forsaken and the gholam added to it, and so did other things. The narrow, plunging necklines of those dresses should have been enough.  All but stout Sumeko, fists planted on broad hips, who met the Aes Sedai stare for stare. A bright glow of saidar surrounded one of their number, Kirstian, who kept glancing over her shoulder. With a pale face perhaps ten years older than Nynaeve’s, she appeared out of place among the others.
Nynaeve hurried to the women who led the Kin, her face beaming encouragement, and Reanne and the others smiled with visible relief.  Nynaeve, however, was the reason Sumeko did not wilt like the rest whenever an Aes Sedai glanced in her direction. She had vowed to teach those women that they possessed backbones, though Aviendha did not completely understand why. Nynaeve was Aes Sedai herself; no Wise One would ever tell anyone to stand up to Wise Ones.
However well that might be working with respect to the other Aes Sedai, even Sumeko wore a slightly fawning air for Nynaeve. The Knitting Circle found it strange, to say the least, that women as young as Elayne and Nynaeve gave orders to the other Aes Sedai and were obeyed. Aviendha herself found it peculiar; how could strength in the Power, something you were born with as surely as your eyes, weigh more heavily than the honor that years could bring? Yet the older Aes Sedai did obey, and for the Kinswomen, that was enough. Ieine, nearly as tall as Aviendha herself and almost as dark as the Sea Folk, returned Nynaeve’s every glance with an obsequious smile, while Dimana, white streaking her bright red hair, ducked her head constantly under Nynaeve’s eyes, and yellow-haired Sibella hid nervous giggles behind a hand. Despite their Ebou Dari garments, only Tamarla, lean and olive-skinned, was Altaran, and not even from the city.
They parted as soon as Nynaeve came close, revealing a woman on her knees, wrists bound behind her, a leather sack covering her head, and her fine clothes torn and dusty. She was as much the reason for their uneasiness as Merilille’s frowns or the Forsaken. Perhaps more.
Tamarla dragged the hood off, leaving the woman’s thin, bead-studded braids tangled; Ispan Shefar tried to rise, and managed to reach an awkward crouch before she staggered and sank back down, blinking and giggling foolishly. Sweat ran down her cheeks, and a few bruises from her capture marred her ageless features. She had been treated too gently for her crimes, to Aviendha’s mind.
The herbs Nynaeve had forced down the woman’s throat still fogged her wits as well as weakening her knees, but Kirstian held a shield on her with every shred of the Power she could summon. There was no chance the Shadowrunner might escape—even had she not been dosed, Kirstian was as strong in the Power as Reanne, stronger than most Aes Sedai Aviendha had met—yet even Sumeko plucked her skirts nervously and avoided looking at the kneeling woman.
“Surely the sisters should have her, now.” Reanne’s high-pitched voice carried, unsteady enough to belong to the Black sister Kirstian shielded. “Nynaeve Sedai, we . . . we should not be guar—uh—in charge of . . . an Aes Sedai.”
“That’s right,” Sumeko put in quickly. And anxiously. “The Aes Sedai should have her, now.” Sibella echoed her, and nods and murmurs of agreement rippled through the Kinswomen. They believed in their bones that they stood far below Aes Sedai; very likely they would have chosen guarding Trollocs over holding an Aes Sedai.
The disapproving stares from Merilille and the other sisters changed once Ispan Shefar’s face was revealed. Sareitha Tomares, who had worn her brown-fringed shawl only a few years and still did not have the ageless appearance, glared with a disgust that should have flayed the Shadowrunner at fifty paces. Adeleas and Vandene, hands tightening on their skirts, appeared to struggle with hatred for the woman who had been their sister and betrayed them. Yet the stares they gave the Knitting Circle were not that much better. They, too, knew in their hearts that the Kin stood a very long way below them. There was much more to it than that, but the betrayer had been one of their own, and no one but they had the right to her. Aviendha agreed.
 “You’ve done well so far, and you’ll continue to do well,” she told the Kinswomen firmly. “If she shows signs of coming round, pour some more of that mixture down her. It’ll keep her giddy as a goat full of ale. Hold her nose, if she tries not to swallow. Even an Aes Sedai will swallow if you hold her nose and threaten to box her ears.”
Reanne’s jaw dropped and her eyes sprang wide, like most of her companions’. Sumeko nodded, but slowly, and goggled nearly as much as the others. When Kinswomen said Aes Sedai, they might have been naming the Creator. The thought of holding an Aes Sedai’s nose, even a Shadowrunner’s, painted their faces with horror.
By the popping eyes among the Aes Sedai, they liked the notion even less. Merilille opened her mouth, staring at Nynaeve, but just then Elayne reached her, and the Gray sister rounded on her instead, sparing barely a single disapproving frown for Brigitte. It was a measure of her agitation that her voice rose rather than dropping; normally Merilille was very discreet. “Elayne, you must speak to Nynaeve. Those women are confused and frightened out of their wits already. It won’t help if she upsets them even more. If the Amyrlin Seat really does intend to allow them to go to the Tower,” she shook her head slowly, trying to deny that, and perhaps a great deal else, “if she does mean to, they must have a clear picture of their places, and—”
“The Amyrlin does,” Elayne cut her off. From Nynaeve, a firm tone was a fist shaken under your nose; from Elayne, it was calm certainty. “They will have their chance to try again, and if they fail, they still will not be sent away. No woman who can channel will be cut off from the Tower again. They will all be a part of the White Tower.”
Fingering her belt knife idly, Aviendha wondered about that. Egwene, Elayne’s Amyrlin Seat, said much the same. She was a friend, too, but she had wrapped her heart around being Aes Sedai. Aviendha herself did not want to be part of the White Tower. She very much doubted that Sorilea or any other Wise One did, either.
Merilille sighed and folded her hands, yet for all her outward acceptance, she still forgot to lower her voice. “As you say, Elayne. But about Ispan. We simply cannot allow—”
Elayne raised a hand sharply. Command replaced mere certainty. “Cease, Merilille. You have the Bowl of the Winds to watch. That is enough for anyone. It will be enough for you.”
 Under Elayne’s steady gaze, the other Aes Sedai bent theirs, too. If some displayed reluctance, however small, not all did.  Her arms barely went all the way around as she held the Bowl of the Winds to her bosom, smiling anxiously at Elayne as if to show that she really was keeping a close eye on it.
The Sea Folk women stared hungrily at the bundle, almost leaning forward. Aviendha would not have been surprised to see them leap across the stones to seize the Bowl. The Aes Sedai saw the same, plainly. Sareitha clutched the white parcel more tightly, and Merilille actually stepped between her and the Atha’an Miere. Smooth Aes Sedai faces tightened with the effort of remaining expressionless. They believed the Bowl should belong to them; all things that used or manipulated the One Power belonged to the White Tower in their eyes, no matter who happened to possess them at the moment. But there was the bargain.
“The sun moves, Aes Sedai,” Renaile din Calon announced loudly, “and danger threatens. So you maintain. If you think to worm free in some fashion by delaying, think twice and again. Try to break the bargain, and by my father’s heart, I will return to the ships at once. And claim the Bowl for redress. It was ours from the Breaking.”
“You watch your tongue with Aes Sedai,” Reanne barked, scandalized indignation from her blue straw hat to the stout shoes peeking from beneath her green-and-white petticoats.
Renaile din Calon’s mouth curled into a sneer. “The jellyfish have tongues, it seems. A surprise they can use them, though, when no Aes Sedai gave permission.”
In an instant the stableyard was full of shouted insults flying between Kin and Atha’an Miere, “wilder” and “spineless” and growing worse, strident cries that buried Merilille’s attempts to hush Reanne and her companions on one hand and soothe the Sea Folk on the other. Several Windfinders stopped fingering the daggers thrust behind their sashes and gripped hilts instead. The glow of saidar sprang up around first one then another of the brightly clad women. The Kinswomen looked startled, though it did not slow their tirade, but Sumeko embraced the Source, then Tamarla, then willowy, doe-eyed Chilares, and soon every one of them and every one of the Windfinders shone while words flew and tempers boiled.
Aviendha wanted to groan. Any moment blood would begin to flow. She would follow Elayne’s lead, but her near-sister was glaring cold fury at Windfinders and Knitting Circle alike. Elayne had small patience with stupidity, in herself or others, and shouting insults when an enemy might be coming was the worst sort. Aviendha took a firm grip on her belt knife, then after a moment embraced saidar; life and joy filled her to near weeping. Wise Ones only used the Power when words had failed, but neither words nor steel would do here.
“Enough!” Nynaeve’s piercing shriek sliced the words short on every tongue. Astonished faces swiveled toward her. Her head swung dangerously, and she stabbed a finger at the Knitting Circle. “Stop behaving like children!” Although she had moderated her tone, it was by hairs. “Or do you mean to squabble until the Forsaken come to scoop up the Bowl and us? And you,” that finger thrust at the Windfinders, “stop trying to wriggle out of your agreement! You won’t get the Bowl until you’ve met every last word! Don’t think you will!” Nynaeve swung round on the Aes Sedai.  Met by cool surprise, her flow of words tapered off into a sour grunt. The Aes Sedai had not joined in the shouting except to try quieting it. None shone with the light of saidar.
That was not enough to calm Nynaeve completely, of course.  But the Kinswomen were staring at the paving stones in red-faced chagrin, and even the Windfinders appeared a little abashed—a little—muttering to themselves yet refusing quite to meet Nynaeve’s glare. The glow winked out around one woman after another, until only Aviendha still held to the Source.
She gave a start as Elayne touched her arm. She was getting soft. Letting people sneak up on her, jumping at a touch.
“This crisis seems to be weathered,” Elayne murmured. “Perhaps it’s time to go before the next breaks out.” A touch of color in her cheeks was the only sign that she had ever been angry. And a bit in Birgitte’s; the two reflected one another in some ways since the bonding.
“Past time,” Aviendha agreed. Much longer, and she would be a milk-hearted wetlander.
Every eye followed as she walked out into the open space in the center of the stableyard, to the spot she had studied and felt until she knew it with her eyelids closed. There was a joy in holding the Power, a joy in working saidar, that she could not have put into words. To contain saidar, to be contained by it, was to seem alive beyond any other time. A delusion, the Wise Ones said, as false and dangerous as a mirage of water in the Termool, yet it seemed more real than the paving stones beneath her feet. She fought the urge to draw more; already she held nearly as much as she could. Everyone crowded close as she began to weave the flows.
That there were things many Aes Sedai could not do still startled Aviendha, after all she had seen. Several of the Knitting Circle were strong enough, but only Sumeko and, surprisingly, Reanne openly studied what she was doing. Sumeko went so far as to shrug off the encouraging pats Nynaeve tried to give her—which earned a look of startled indignation from Nynaeve that Sumeko, her gaze fixed on Aviendha, never saw. All of the Windfinders had sufficient strength. They watched as hungrily as they had stared at the Bowl. The bargain gave them every right.
Aviendha focused, and the flows wove together, creating identity between this place and the place she and Elayne and Nynaeve had chosen on a map. She gestured as though opening tentflaps. That was no part of the weave Elayne had taught her, but it was almost all she could recall of what she herself had done, long before Egwene made her first gateway. The flows coalesced into a silvery, vertical slash that rotated and became an opening in the air, taller than a man and just as wide. Beyond lay a large clearing surrounded by trees twenty or thirty feet high, miles north of the City, on the far side of the river. Knee-high brown grass came right up to the gateway, swaying through in a small breeze; it had not truly turned, only seemed to. Some of those blades were sliced cleanly, though, some lengthwise. The edges of an opening gateway made a razor seem dull.
The gateway filled her with dissatisfaction. Elayne could make this weave with only a part of her strength, yet for some reason it required all but a fraction of Aviendha’s. She was sure she could have woven a larger, as large as Elayne could, using the weaves she had made without thought while trying to escape Rand al’Thor what seemed a very long time ago, but no matter how often she tried, only scraps came back to her. She felt no envy—rather, she took pride in her near-sister’s accomplishments—but her own failure made shame surge in her heart. Sorilea or Amys would be hard on her, if they knew that. About the shame. Too much pride, they would call it. Amys should understand; she had been a Maiden. There was shame in failing at what you should be able to do. If she had not had to hold the weave, she would have run away so no one could see her.
The departure had been carefully planned, and the whole stableyard sprang into motion as soon as the gateway opened fully. Two of the Knitting Circle pulled the hooded Shadowrunner to her feet, and the Windfinders hurriedly formed a line behind Renaile din Calon. The servants began bringing horses out of the stables. Lan, Birgitte, and one of Careane’s Warders, a lanky man called Cieryl Arjuna, immediately darted through the gateway, one behind the other. Like Far Dareis Mai, Warders always claimed the right to scout ahead. Aviendha’s feet itched to run after them, but there was no point. Unlike Elayne, she could not move more than five or six steps without this weave beginning to weaken, and the same if she tried to tie it off. It was very frustrating.
This time there was no real expectation of danger, so the Aes Sedai followed immediately, Elayne and Nynaeve as well. Farms dotted that treed area thickly, and a wandering shepherd or a young couple seeking privacy might need guidance away from seeing too much, but no Shadowsouled or Shadowrunner could know that clearing; only she, Elayne, and Nynaeve did, and they had not spoken in the choosing, for fear of eavesdroppers. Standing in the opening, Elayne gave Aviendha a questioning look, but Aviendha motioned her to go on. Plans were meant to be followed unless there was reason to change them.
The Windfinders began filing slowly through to the clearing, each suddenly irresolute as she approached this thing she had never dreamed of, taking a breath before she entered. And abruptly, the prickling returned.
Aviendha’s eyes rose to the windows overlooking the stable-yard. Anyone might be hidden behind the white screens of intricate wrought iron and piercework carving. Tylin had ordered the servants to stay away from those windows, but who would stop Teslyn, or Joline, or . . . Something made her look higher, to the domes and towers. Narrow walks ringed some of those slim spires, and on one, very high, was a black shape haloed by a sharp nimbus from the sun behind. A man.
Her breath caught. Nothing in his stance, hands on the stone railing, spoke of danger, yet she knew he was the one who put that crawling between her shoulder blades. One of the Shadowsouled would not stand there simply watching, but that creature, that gholam . . . Ice formed in her belly. He could be just a palace servant. He could be, but she did not believe it. No shame in knowing fear.
Anxiously she glanced at the women still edging though the gateway with agonizing slowness. Half the Sea Folk were gone, and the Knitting Circle waited behind the rest with the Shadowrunner firmly in hand, their own unease at the passage warring with resentment that the Sea Folk women were allowed to go first. If she voiced her suspicions, the Kinswomen surely would run—mere mention of the Shadowsouled dried their mouths and turned their bowels to water—while the Windfinders might well try to claim the Bowl straightaway. With them, the Bowl stood above anything else. But only a blind fool stood scratching herself while a lion crept up on the herd she had been set to guard. She caught one of the Atha’an Miere by a red silk sleeve.
 What message could she send that would not bring down all the troubles she feared from them? “Tell Elayne and Nynaeve to be wary. Tell them enemies always come when you least want them. You must say this to her, without fail.” The Windfinder nodded with barely concealed impatience, but surprisingly, she waited for Aviendha to release her before making her hesitant way through the gateway.
The walk up on the tower stood empty. Aviendha felt no relief. He could be anywhere. Making his way down to the stableyard. Whoever he was, whatever he was, he was dangerous; this was not a dust-funnel dancing in her imagination. The last four Warders had formed a square around the gateway, a guard who would be last to leave, and much as she despised their swords, she was grateful that someone there besides herself knew the use of sharp metal. Not that they would have any more chance against a gholam, or worse, one of the Shadowsouled, than the servants waiting with the horses. Or than she herself.
Grimly she drew the Power, until the sweetness of saidar grew near to pain. A hair beyond, and pain would almost become blinding agony for the moments needed to die or lose the ability completely. Would those shuffling women quicken their feet! No shame in feeling fear, but she was very much afraid that hers was painted on her face.


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#4.1: estimate the time for each trial (typically at least 3 trials per condition)
#4.2: estimate the time for each block
#4.3: balance the trials and blocks so that the main part of the experiment is within 45 minutes - 1 hour.
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After setting correpsonding parameters (like No. of trails or blocks), NexP will automatically calculate and estimate for you.
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One of the things that enticed me to the Ruby language was it's expressive readability. I have always been attracted to the meaning of language. Poetry, prose, verbal communication all represent the myriad of experience of our species...and frankly that is awesome. It is this richness that gave poetry, prose, song and verse. And it is this richness that allows for brilliance such as this.
On the surface, unless is just a reversal of the if statement. I would argue however, that it represents more. It represents another way for developers to express more nuanced intent.
Unless is not without it's detractors however. This is partly do to some uses of unless that obscures the intent of the developer. (I would argue, most likely due to a developer trying to be clever at the expense of being clear.
For example, in GitHub's style guide they explicitely call out "Never use unless with else." To most of us, the if-else pattern makes sense. It maps naturally to how we might try to say something in plain english.
I, for one, love the flexability that the Ruby langauge allows, unless it is abused.


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Unconscious Bias
What Is Unconscious Bias?
Research shows that our brains jump to assumptions and conclusions without us even knowing it. This
is the science of “unconscious bias”. Unconscious bias applies to how we perceive other people. We are
all biased and becoming aware of our biases will help us mitigate them in the workplace. Interestingly,
the research shows that both men and women share and apply the same assumptions about gender.
For more information checkout Google's presentation.
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A good mentor possesses the following qualities:
Willingness to share skills, knowledge, and expertise.
A good mentor is willing to teach what he/she knows and accept the mentee where they currently are in their professional development. Good mentors can remember what it was like just starting out in the field. The mentor does not take the mentoring relationship lightly and understands that good mentoring requires time and commitment and is willing to continually share information and their ongoing support with the mentee.
Demonstrates a positive attitude and acts as a positive role model.
A good mentor exhibits the personal attributes it takes to be successful in the field. By showing the mentee what it takes to be productive and successful, they are demonstrating the specific behaviors and actions required to succeed in the field.
- But despite these significant milestones, a few key obstacles remain — particularly in the workplace. Research proves that the pay gap widens when salaries breach the $100,000 mark, meaning that the few women who are at the top of the corporate ladder are still getting paid less than their male counterparts.
Yes, women have come a long way, but these key challenges remain:
1. Maternity Leave
2. Leadership Roles
3. Sexual Harassment
4. The Glass Ceiling
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How to be a good mentee
DON’T PUT ALL THE PRESSURE ON ONE PERSON
Not only does seeking out multiple mentors take the pressure off each one, "You need more than one mentor in today’s complex career environment," says Wendy Murphy, a professor of management at Babson College and coauthor of the book Strategic Relationships at Work. Look for people inside and outside your workplace. Don’t write off people who are right around your level: "Peers are the most underutilized source of mentoring support," Murphy says. As a corollary, don’t pursue someone just because she’s famous and successful. The ultimate way to impress a mentor is to show you know exactly how she can help you. Not everyone can.
How to be a good mentee
TAKE THE LEAD
"Good protégés take the lead in the relationship because it’s about their development," Murphy says. Have an agenda in advance of every meeting with a specific objective of what you hope to get out of it. If you need to do research ahead of time, do it. You want to make it easy on people.
 Join her for a 6 a.m. run or drive her to the airport. This is partly about making life easy for your mentor, but it also means she may be willing to meet more often. "Interaction frequency is one of the highest predictors of feeling close to someone," Murphy says.


PRINCE OF DARKNESS A film review by altera!bert Copyright 1987 altera!bert
Anyway, I know all you John Carpenter fans have been waiting years now since THE THING for a real Carpenter horror flick. Well, PRINCE OF DARKNESS isn't it. The premise of the rebirth of Satan on Earth is very badly set up with a lot of absurdly bad metaphysics and theology. The horror and suspense are nil--people stupidly wander off alone and you just know they're going to get it. First you see them walking down the hall, then all of a sudden, somebody appears from the side of screen and stabs them, breaks their neck, or spits at them and then the scene is over (this last part, from the appearance of the second person to the end of the scene, typically lasts 1.5 seconds). By the way, in case you're wondering "Spits at them?", well, that's supposed to be scary but as you can already tell just by reading about it, it's so stupid, you want to laugh every time it happens. There is no gore whatsoever. However, if you're into disgusting things, this movie might be for you. There are a lot of shots of worms and bugs and maggots and all those fun things.   Actually, a lot of the movie is so bad that it's funny.
Other comments: the music never stops and it gets really annoying really fast; the intro credits are interspersed with the beginning of the movie so that it takes about 10 minutes before they're all done with; the acting is really lame (most of the actors I recognized from TV series), the worst being Donald Pleasance as a priest; and, finally, this movie has the highest Asian count--3--among all movies (I know of) in which the characters' races were irrelevant.
Rating? 0 on -4/+4, $1/Cable on $(1st view/2nd view) and maybe 2 on S&N.
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This shows a fish being chased randomly by a predator using arrays.
This program makes the traditional game Tic Tac Toe.
This program creates a star-like screensaver.
This program recreates the classic game Space Invaders.


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The ABM web application allows researchers and practitioners to automatically create corpora to test software tools and analyses. It crawls open-source platforms, collects projects following user-specified filters, and builds the projects. It can upload the resulting collection on Zenodo, which provides a DOI to reference it.
The collections generated with ABM contain buildable, real-world, open-source projects. They contain both the executables and the source code of the projects.
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Collections that are made public by their owners are published on Zenodo. If you have the DOI, you can search for it directly on Zenodo.
Alternatively, you can also browse collections on the Collections page.
The ABM is a methodology designed to make benchmark creation and maintenance easier. By creating this methodology, we wish to address the following concerns:
For comparison and replication purposes, old versions of the collections are archived.
With the ABM methodology, we strive to create more dynamic, easily updatable benchmark suites that are adapted to the needs of different target domains. The overhead of this semi-automated methodology is the manual creation of the different filters, which are written on top of the Hermes framework. We are always happy to add new filters. To submit your own Hermes filters, please contact us by email.
Alongside, our open-source git repository can be found here. Contributions are welcomed!
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Alright Alright First of all When you wake up in the evening and the day is shot Find yourself complaining 'bout the thing you ain't got Never crossed just the way that you wanted it to Cliche of the day, cest la vie that's just Life, it ain't easy It's so tough It ain't easy (Whatchu wanna do, say whatchu gonna do) Put a smile on your face Make the world a better place x4 And another thing You can say that I'm a dreamer and you think it's uncool Preaching 'bout the better life I learned in school But you get what you give in this life that we live And all that you do come back to you Yo, When things isn't right there's no need to fight Come on be nice No need to fight Stay polite even when you're hurting don't forget to smile Give love to our nation, big or small When you do good you'll get your reward United with stand, divided we fall Put a smile on your face and greet one and all
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rrricanes
is a R library that extracts information from available archives on past and current tropical cyclones. Currently, archives date back to 1998.
Data can be obtained for cyclones in the north Atlantic (considered the Atlantic Basin) and north-eastern Pacific (the East Pacific Basin from 140°W and eastward, and Central Pacific Basin from 140°W to 180°W).
Please view the vignette ‘Getting Started’:
vignette("getting-started", package = "rrricanes")
Online documentation is also available.
rrricanes
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Additionally, to use high resolution tracking maps you must install the rnaturalearthhires
package:
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Please read CONTRIBUTING.md for details on our code of conduct, and the process for submitting pull requests to us.
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My wife and I have given small amounts of money to local, state, and national Democratic campaigns. The total would be in the $500 - $1000 range cumulatively over the past 5 years.
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I am retired and willing to volunteer my time to serve needed roles to improve our democratic political processes, provided they are not partisan roles and appear to align well with my own skills and interests. My expectation is that this commission will need, from among its membership, people skilled in statistics and data analysis. That is the subject matter I taught as a professor in the School of Education at CSU. I have lived, worked, and retired in Colorado since 1988 and understand the cultural complexities and differences of the folks who live in the front range, inter-mountains, and western slopes. I have always detested the partisan premise of gerrymandering and am willing to contribute my time to it's demise. I believe this Congressional redistricting commission not supposed to be a partisan effort and is tremendously important in invigorating the Colorado voters' confidence in our democratic processes.
I have always had a consensus-building style in my professional work. That style was important in my being offered and accepting roles as Graduate Programs Director in the School of Education at CSU, and the Associate Dean for Research for the College of Health and Human Sciences at CSU.
My role in the School of Education was largely as a research professor. When I did teach, I taught multivariate statistics and research design to Ph. D. students in the School. When I taught statistics, my focus was on the application of statistical techniques to educational problems, not the rote learning of statistical formulae. My work teaching and designing educational research also aligns well with the need for Commission members who can think, speak, and write logically and reasonably about redistricting decisions.
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Period:-Sowing
Climate:- The ideal teamperature range for ideal germination of wheet 20C to 25C though seed can be germinate in the temperature 3.5C to 35C. Soil Requirement: wheet is grown in wide range of soils in india. Soils with a loamy texture or clay loam, and moderate water holding capacity are best for wheat cultivation.
Maize popularly known as "corn" is one most versatile emerging casg crop having wider adaptability under varied clmatic conditions. The maize is growth throughout the year in all state of the country for various purposes including fodder for animals, food grains, sweet corn, baby corn, green cabs, and pop corn.
Climatic Requirement:-
This crop usually grows well under temperature varying from 22°C to 30°C. Soil Requirement: Maize corn can be cultivated successfully in variety of soils ranging from clay loam to sand loamy to black cotton soil. Well drained soil with pH of 5.5 to 7.0 are preferred for maize.


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Gecode::SharedHandle Class Reference
The shared handle. More...
#include <shared-object.hpp>
Classes | |
| class | Object |
| The shared object. More... | |
Public Member Functions | |
| SharedHandle (void) | |
| Create shared handle with no object pointing to. | |
| SharedHandle (SharedHandle::Object *so) | |
| Create shared handle that points to shared object so. | |
| SharedHandle (const SharedHandle &sh) | |
| Copy constructor maintaining reference count. | |
| SharedHandle & | operator= (const SharedHandle &sh) |
| Assignment operator maintaining reference count. | |
| ~SharedHandle (void) | |
| Destructor that maintains reference count. | |
| operator bool (void) const | |
| Whether handle points to an object. | |
Protected Member Functions | |
| SharedHandle::Object * | object (void) const |
| Access to the shared object. | |
| void | object (SharedHandle::Object *n) |
| Modify shared object. |
Detailed Description
The shared handle.
A shared handle provides access to an object that lives outside a space, and is shared between entities that possibly reside inside different spaces.
This is the base class that all shared handles must inherit from.
Definition at line 46 of file shared-object.hpp.
Constructor & Destructor Documentation
| Gecode::SharedHandle::SharedHandle | ( | void | ) | [inline] |
Create shared handle with no object pointing to.
Definition at line 122 of file shared-object.hpp.
| Gecode::SharedHandle::SharedHandle | ( | SharedHandle::Object * | so | ) | [inline] |
Create shared handle that points to shared object so.
Definition at line 124 of file shared-object.hpp.
| Gecode::SharedHandle::SharedHandle | ( | const SharedHandle & | sh | ) | [inline] |
Copy constructor maintaining reference count.
Definition at line 128 of file shared-object.hpp.
| Gecode::SharedHandle::~SharedHandle | ( | void | ) | [inline] |
Destructor that maintains reference count.
Definition at line 143 of file shared-object.hpp.
Member Function Documentation
| SharedHandle & Gecode::SharedHandle::operator= | ( | const SharedHandle & | sh | ) | [inline] |
Assignment operator maintaining reference count.
Definition at line 132 of file shared-object.hpp.
| Gecode::SharedHandle::operator bool | ( | void | ) | const [inline, explicit] |
Whether handle points to an object.
Reimplemented in Gecode::TupleSet.
Definition at line 139 of file shared-object.hpp.
| SharedHandle::Object * Gecode::SharedHandle::object | ( | void | ) | const [inline, protected] |
Access to the shared object.
Reimplemented in Gecode::Action, and Gecode::CHB.
Definition at line 102 of file shared-object.hpp.
| void Gecode::SharedHandle::object | ( | SharedHandle::Object * | n | ) | [inline, protected] |
Modify shared object.
Definition at line 116 of file shared-object.hpp.
The documentation for this class was generated from the following file:
- gecode/kernel/shared-object.hpp


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Barrie Drewitt-Barlow, 50, is already dad to 19-year-olds Saffron and Aspen, and, with husband Tony, became the first same sex couple to formally register as parents in 1999.
The pair, from Essex, ended their relationship just last month, after Barrie fell in love with his assistant Scott Hutchinson, 25, who is also Saffron’s ex.
However, all three men are continuing to live under the same roof, with Tony even agreeing to be a godfather when the new babies arrive.
They live together in Barrie and Tony’s £6,000,000 mansion in Florida.
Barrie stated that he didn’t want ‘any secrets’ and decided to share his news to ‘get any negativity out of the way before our babies arrive’.
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He continued: ‘Yes, it is unorthodox, but we are a loving family and our priority is to have a stable home for our kids and what is now an extended family.
‘It works for us – and if people are shocked, well that’s their problem not ours.’
Barrie and Tony became civil partners in 2006, before tying the knot on the first day same sex marriage became legal in 2014.
But the pair ‘slid into a platonic relationship’ after Tony was diagnosed with cancer, with Barrie spending more time with Scott while his husband was in hospital last year.
He then announced that the couple would be ending their relationship, but described Tony as his ‘true love’.
Barrie and Scott are now both planning to fertilise an egg each, which will be inseminated into a surrogate in the next three weeks.
They are also using sex selection, in the hope of having two daughters, with Barrie adding they’d be ‘princesses to spoil’.
The two babies will technically be half siblings, the same as Aspen and Saffron.
Barrie stated that Tony, who suffered life-threatening side-effects from radiation therapy last year, has given the couple his blessing and even helped them pick their egg donor.
He told the Mail Online: ‘I can’t believe that 20 years ago I was doing the exact same thing with Tony and I’m here again, full circle. I’m excited but nervous now.’
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Barrie and Tony are also parents to Orlando, 16, and twin boys Jasper and Dallas, nine.
Scott, who is bisexual, previously dated Barrie’s daughter Saffron, but claims the pair did not have a sexual relationship.
Since then, he says they have become ‘best friends’, adding that the teen ‘understands everything’.
However, Saffron previously made headlines by unveiling her plans to have twins with Scott via a surrogate in February 2018.
Speaking on Good Morning Britain at the time she said: ‘I want my parents to see my grandchildren, especially my dad since he’s ill, in case anything does happen.’
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WITNESS LIST Appropriations-S/C on General Government Committee February 22, 1999-8:00A Budget On: Atkins, Billy (Texas Lottery Commission) Beck, Jim (Secretary of State) Cloud, Linda (Texas Lottery Commission) Duncan, James (Texas Veterans Commission) McGeehan, Ann (Secretary of State) Olson, Leonard (Texas Water Development Board) Procter, Dan (Secretary of State)


In this section you can set or override your properties.
If you click on the "Load Settings From Properties File" button it will fill the properties bellow from the properties file.
If you click on the "Show/Hide Available Fields" button it will show/hide all the fields used in the tests you defined in the properties file.
Next to each Available field, for "Show Fields", appears (howManyTestsHasThisField/amountOfTests).


This advisory has been withdrawn and should be ignored. It is kept only for reference.
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My CIT 496 class was assigned a server to set up for failover. We were able to set up the failover and configured it to switch the shared IP between the two servers. The only way we were able to test this was to force the 'primary' server to go into standby so the 'secondary' server could take over.
What we needed to set up is called STONITH or "Shoot the Other Node in the Head." This means that the 'secondary' node will shoot the 'primary' node to ensure that it is no longer functioning and won't interfere with the 'secondary' node taking over.
We began by looking up some sort of configuration for Corosync called "Fencing and STONITH." We realized quickly that the config we found didn't work, so we kept searching for a different "updated" configuration.
What we discovered is that every server and system has a slightly different configuration. We looked for something similar to the system we were running and attempted to tweak it just a little bit to fit our server. This still didn't work, so after consulting our professor we are now looking to set up a BASH script that will run when the IP address switches.


Module: Mongoid::Association::Embedded::Cyclic::ClassMethods
- Defined in:
- lib/mongoid/association/embedded/cyclic.rb
Instance Method Summary collapse
-
#recursively_embeds_many(options = {}) ⇒ Object
Create a cyclic embedded association that creates a tree hierarchy for the document and many embedded child documents.
-
#recursively_embeds_one(options = {}) ⇒ Object
Create a cyclic embedded association that creates a single self referencing relationship for a parent and a single child.
Instance Method Details
#recursively_embeds_many(options = {}) ⇒ Object
Create a cyclic embedded association that creates a tree hierarchy for the document and many embedded child documents.
This provides the default nomenclature for accessing a parent document or its children.
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# File 'lib/mongoid/association/embedded/cyclic.rb', line 41 def ( = {}) ( cyclic_child_name, .merge(class_name: self.name, cyclic: true) ) cyclic_parent_name, class_name: self.name, cyclic: true end |
#recursively_embeds_one(options = {}) ⇒ Object
Create a cyclic embedded association that creates a single self referencing relationship for a parent and a single child.
This provides the default nomenclature for accessing a parent document or its children.
71 72 73 74 75 76 77 |
# File 'lib/mongoid/association/embedded/cyclic.rb', line 71 def ( = {}) ( cyclic_child_name(false), .merge(class_name: self.name, cyclic: true) ) cyclic_parent_name, class_name: self.name, cyclic: true end |


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View related article and use the application (not browser) back
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to PUBLISH the article. Click Save.
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solar extraterrestrial radiation
Path: CARNOT/basics
Purpose
Solar_extraterrestrial calculates the solar extraterrestrial radiation on a
normal plane in W/m².
Description
The block calls the function "extraterrestrial_radiation" in the CARNOT Carlib Library where the calculation is effectuated. The function solar_extraterrestrial may also be called directly from the command window by typing
solar_extraterrestrial(time)
The equation was taken
from Duffie, Beckmann: Solar Engineering of Thermal Processes, 2006. Originally
the equation was derived by Spencer (Spencer: Fourier Series Representation of
the Position of the Sun, Search Vol.2(5), page 172 ,
1971).
The accuracy is +- 0.01 %
Inputs:
January 1st 0:00:00 = 0 s
December 31st 24:00:00 = 365*24*3600 s
Characteristics
Direct Feedthrough Yes
Sample
time
Inherited
from driving block
Vectorized
No
Parameters and Dialog Box


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4. In 1492 Christopher Columbus sails from Spain to find a wester route to Asia.
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5. Ben plans to go to the Zoo tomorrow.
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Denial of Service from Multiple Logins
Denial of service attacks are a major issue in web applications. If the end
user cannot conduct business or perform the service offered by the web
application, then both time and money is wasted.
General Goal(s):
This site allows a user to login multiple times. This site has a database connection pool that allows 2 connections. You must obtain a list of valid users and create a total of 3 logins.


Maple Leaf Cross
Hilversum NED
Website: www.mapleleafcross.nl
Race Winners
(69 runnings for men, 609 runnings for women)
6
km
06 Nov
2011 9 km 6
km
07 Nov
2010 9 km 9 km
01 Nov
2009 9 km
9 km
02 Nov
2008 9 km
9 km
04 Nov 2007
9 km
9 km
05 Nov 2006
9 km
9 km
06 Nov 2005
9 km
9 km
07 Nov
2004
9 km
9 km 02 Nov 2003
9 km
9
km
03 Nov 2002
9 km
9 km 04 Nov 2001
9 km
9 km
12 Nov
2000
9 km
9 km 14 Nov 1999
9 km
9 km
15 Nov
1998
9 km
9 km 02 Nov 1997
9 km
9 km
03 Nov 1996
9 km
9 km
05 Nov 1995
9 km
9 km
06 Nov 1994
9 km
9 km
07 Nov 1993
9 km
9 km
01 Nov 1992
9 km
9 km
03 Nov 1991
9 km
9 km
04 Nov 1990
9 km 3 km
05 Nov 1989
9 km
---
06 Nov 1988
9 km
---
01 Nov 1987
9 km 3 km
02 Nov 1986
9 km
3 km
03 Nov 1985
1984
---
---
06 Nov
1983
9 km
26:14
3 km
11:02
07 Nov 1982
---
3 km
---
08 Nov 1981
9 km 29:19.0
3 km
14:21.9 ---
---
---
---
09 Mar 1980
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
03 Mar 1957
5.1 km 16:04
11 Mar 1956
5 km 17:36.4 1955
---
---
07 Mar 1954
5 km 17:32.5 5 km
17:59.2 5 km 19:10.7
Notes: 1946 was the inaugural year. Distances are as reported.
05 Nov
2017
10 km
32:13
Lucas Nieuweboer (NED)
7.5 km
26:56
Anne Luijten (NED)
06 Nov
2016
10 km
32:33
Bart vanNunen (NED)
7.5 km
26:07
Maureen Koster-5
01 Nov
2015
10 km
30:51
Tom Wiggers (NED)
7.5 km
25:43
Maureen Koster-4
02 Nov
2014
10 km
32:59
Flavio-Daniel Seholhe (MOZ)
7.5 km
26:11
Maureen Koster-3
03 Nov
2013
9 km
30:01
Joeri Wolf (NED)
6 km
21:39
Maureen Koster-2
04 Nov
2012
9 km
30:37
Milco Driessen-2
22:14
Maureen Koster (NED)
30:17
Milco Driessen (NED)
22:49
Claudia vanRijn-2
29:30
Rene Stokvis (NED)
35:40
Claudia vanRijn (NED)
29:38
Ezekiel Chebii Kiptoo (KEN)
37:12
Loice Kangogo (KEN)
29:29
Mohammed Avahabi
36:13
Marjolein Secreve-2
28:18
Ismail Chamali
34:17
Gladys Otero Kerubo (KEN)
28:57
Mark Leeman (NED)
35:59
Marjolein Secreve (NED)
29:35
Edgard Kremers (NED)
36:11
Elisabeth deNooier (NED)
25:48
David Kipngetich (KEN)
30:21
Elvira Chepkoech Korir-2
26:49
David Koech Kipkorir (KEN)
31:38
Elvira Chepkoech Korir (KEN)
27:31
Moses Waweru Mbugua (KEN)
30:47
Wilma vanOnna-2
30:47
Theo VandenAbbeel-2
33:57
Grete Koens-2
29:47
Theo VandenAbbeel (BEL)
33:43
Grete Koens (NED)
29:28
Rene Godlieb-3
32:39
Wilma vanOnna (NED)
28:57
Rene Godlieb-2
32:40
Irma Heeren (NED)
32:35
Abraham Zewdie (NED)
37:48
Erica Souverijn (NED)
29:12
Richard Nerurkar (ENG)
37:44
Sylvia Kruijer (NED)
30:27
Eddy Baert (NED)
37:58
Vlaming Raap & Els Raap (NED)
32:05
Johnny Naegelhout-2
40:24
Martha vanHal (NED)
30:59
Sip Stal (NED)
37:06
Geeske Jansen-2
31:35
nfn vanderVeer (NED)
37:06
Geeske Jansen (NED)
30:56
nfn vanWeegen (NED)
36:44
Philomena Vrancken (NED)
31:38
Johnny Naegelhout (NED)
10:01
Yvonne vanderKolk-2
---
n/a
---
n/a
---
Bert vanVlaanderen (NED)
---
n/a
28:48
Marcel Versteeg (NED)
11:45
Carla Hoekstra (NED)
30:48
Rene Godlieb (NED)
14:09
Gerrie denOude (NED)
9 km
29:40
Sam Wouters (NED)
3 km
11:17
Yvonne vanderKolk (NED)
---
not held
---
not held
E Bakker (NED)
Maeleen Niesten (NED)
9 km
n/a
n/a
Rob Strik (NED)
Carolien Langendijk (NED)
23 Nov 1980
cancelled
cancelled
9 km
---
n/a
3 km
---
n/a
19 Feb 1979
9 km
---
n/a
3 km
---
n/a
05 Mar 1978
---
---
n/a
---
---
n/a
27 Feb 1977
---
---
Ralf vanKasteren (NED)
---
---
n/a
22 Feb 1976
8 km
---
Henk Mentink (NED)
---
---
Elise Kremer (NED)
23 Feb 1975
6 km
20:00.3
Theo Geutkens (NED)
2.5 km
10:04.2
Christien Schellevis (NED)
24 Feb 1974
6 km
21:55.0
Piet Wink (NED)
2 km
9:45.4
G Giezen (NED)
05 Nov 1972
6 km
20:46.5
Theo Geutjes (NED)
2 km
8:08.9
Hilde Dix (NED)
07 Nov 1971
6 km
20:46.4
Ben vanSijteld (NED)
2 km
8:08.5
Truus Snijders-2
01 Nov 1970
6 km
20:40.6
Geert Jansen (NED)
2 km
7:59.2
Truus Snijders (NED)
1969
n/a
n/a
Nov 1968
Alfred Moser (SUI)
Marijke (VanderGraaf) Moser (SUI)
1967 or 1968
n/a
n/a
19 Feb 1967
6.9 km
20:43.3
Wim vanGerwen (NED)
1.2 km
3:48.9
Ilja (Laman) Keizer-2
20 Feb 1966
6.9 km
21:40.4
Aad Wassenaar (NED)
1.5 km
5:03.5
Ilja (Keizer) Laman (NED)
14 Mar 1965
6.9 km
22:11.6
Haico Scharn (NED)
1.5 km
5:30.8
Thea Lammertink-Seurs (NED)
23 Feb 1964
5 km
---
Joop Smit (NED)
1.5 km
---
Gerda Kraan-6
10 Mar 1963
5.2 km
16:34.2
Cees Clement (NED)
1.5 km
5:18.8
Gerda Kraan-5
04 Mar 1962
5 km
17:01
Aadrianus Steijlen (NED)
1.5 km
4:31.2
Gerda Kraan-4
05 Mar 1961
5 km
17:56.4
Reinier Verkade (NED)
1.5 km
5:39.8
Gerda Kraan-3
13 Mar 1960
5 km
17:50.4
nfn Heymans (NED)
1 km
4:32.8
Gerda Kraan-2
01 Mar 1959
5 km
16:41.3
Jan Keesom (NED)
1.5 km
5:37.2
Gerda Kraan (NED)
16 Feb 1958
5 km
16:43.8
Meindert Blankenstein (NED)
1.5 km
5:42.6
Co Beemtjes-2
Hein Cujé (NED)
1.6 km
5:53
Co Beemtjes (NED)
Jan Vergeer (NED)
n/a
nfn Koning (NED)
08 Mar
1953
Willem Slijkhuis-2
09 Mar
1952
Hans Hartung (NED)
1951
---
---
not held
26 Mar
1950
4 km
12:34
W deLouw (NED)
1949
---
---
not held
07 Mar
1948
4 km
13:21.4
Willem Slijkhuis (NED)
09 Mar
1947
4.5 km
22:46.8
J Walstra-2
10 Mar
1946
4 km
13:28.4
J Walstra (NED)
Most Wins
(1946/date)
Men
3
Rene Godlieb (NED)
1986,1998-99
Women
6
Gerda Kraan (NED)
1959-64
Prize Money
(ADR qualified runners)
No information on prize money has been received for this race.
Race Time Bias
(sec/km)
Insufficient data to
calculated the race time bias.
Competitive Level
(1990-date)
Insufficient data to calculated the competitive level.
Last Updated on 09 Nov 2017
Contributors: Paul Michiels (50), Klaas Loonstra (5), Juraj Gasparovic (5)


How and when we can get the bends!
A video elaborating on the findings in the attached paper
A short video explaining this equalization technique
What is packing, methods, risks and is it really needed?
How to deal with social isolation and isolation from the water.
A workshop I taught in Germany with Monika Hopf.
How important is routine in our lives?
The search for meaning and what we find underwater.


Set Desired Capacity Request. More...
Public Member Functions | |
| (id) | - init |
| Default constructor for a new object. | |
| (NSString *) | - description |
| Returns a string representation of this object; useful for testing and debugging. | |
Properties | |
| NSString * | autoScalingGroupName |
| The name of the AutoScalingGroup. | |
| NSNumber * | desiredCapacity |
| The new capacity setting for the AutoScalingGroup. | |
| bool | honorCooldown |
By default, SetDesiredCapacity overrides any cooldown period. | |
| bool | honorCooldownIsSet |
Set Desired Capacity Request.
| - (NSString * AutoScalingSetDesiredCapacityRequest.)description |
Returns a string representation of this object; useful for testing and debugging.
| - (id AutoScalingSetDesiredCapacityRequest.)init |
Default constructor for a new object.
Callers should use the property methods to initialize this object after creating it.
- (NSString *) autoScalingGroupName [read, write, retain] |
The name of the AutoScalingGroup.
Constraints:
Length: 1 - 1600
Pattern: [---
]*
- (bool) honorCooldown [read, write, assign] |
By default, SetDesiredCapacity
overrides any cooldown period.
Set to True if you want Auto Scaling to reject this request if the Auto Scaling group is in cooldown.


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Intro to Programming notes
HTML- Hyper Text Markup Language, this is the main document type of the web, Glues everything together. HTML is made up of Text content this is what you see and Markup this is what it looks like. It also makes references to other documents, images and videos.
URLS- How you refer to documents on the web.
HTTP- protocol of the web
Hyperlinks- links in between pages
Markup is made up of tags, tags are always contained within angled brackets most having opening and closing however some that are called void tags do not require closing tags.
Opening Tag Content Closing tag
Container Elements- Inline are span, a br, img and strong. Block is div, p, form,
Main Pieces of the Internet
HTTP- the main protocol of the web
Servers- computers that host the files that makeup the web
Internet- the world’s largest computer network
Browsers- a program that runs on your computer to display files found on the web
History of the World Wide Web
It was developed in the 1990’s
30 billion pages


Allow to use the session attributes item at first
Fetch the ISP API. If cacheUsage is enabled, it will return from session attributes at first
Find product by the specific id
product id
Find product by the product name
product name
Find product by the list number
list number
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The Micronets Gateway
Abstract/What it does
The Micronets Gateway incorporates a number of components necessary for creating and managing Micronets on the gateway - and for enforcing the Micronets policy. For example, when the Micronets Manager creates a Micronet and provisions a device on it using the Gateway Service API, the gateway on-boards the device onto the wireless network, provides the device its IP address when it joins the network, and ensures the device can only communicate according to the device-level and Micronet-level policy.
For instance, if the Micronets Manager provisions a device to only communicate with particular Micronets, particular devices, or Internet endpoints/networks - by assigning policy to the Micronet and/or the device - the Gateway will enforce the policy by only allowing packets associated with the permitted Micronets, devices, and Internet hosts to flow through OpenVSwitch.
How is it instantiated
The Gateway has a number of components that are installed on a Linux system via Debian package.
The Micronets Gateway Service and dependent components start when the Gateway boots and immediately connects to its peer Micronets Manager instance via the Micronets Websocket Proxy. If the Gateway Service isn’t able to connect to its peer Micronets Manager, and if/when the connection is interrupted, the Gateway Service will continuously attempt to re-establish the connection to try and ensure that the Manager is able to manage the Gateway. When the Micronets Manager can’t be reached, the Gateway will operate with the last settings it applied.
The gateway currently utilizes dnsmasq for DHCP lease management, openvswitch for packet switching and control, hostapd for wireless client communication/authentication, and ifupdown hooks to configure openvswitch.
What else does it communicate with
The Micronets Gateway is controlled via Micronets Manager and interacts with OpenVSwitch and the Linux networking facilities to setup and maintain the Micronets, a DHCP server (DnsMasq) to setup device-to-address mappings and receive lease notifications, and uses the Micronets Websocket Proxy to maintain a control connection with the Micronets Manager and perform asynchronous notifications.
What APIs it provides
The Micronets Gateway provide a REST API that can be invoked directly or via the REST-over-websocket protocol defined in the Micronets Websocket Proxy.
Currently the API allows subnets/Micronets to be defined and allows devices to be added to the subnets. Device- and network-level restrictions (allow/deny rules) can be specified for any device. The DHCP and OpenVSwitch subsystems are configured according to the subnet/Micronet definitions provided in the Micronets Gateway Service API.
Link(s) to details on how to build
Instructions for running/building the Micronet’s Gateway Service and building the installable image from source can be found in the Micronet’s Gateway source repository.
Link(s) to details on how to deploy
The Debian installer (and its dependancies) are in the Cablelabs Artifactory.
For Ubuntu 16.04 LTS, the following dependent packages should be installed:
- libpython3.6-minimal_3.6.5-5~16.04.york1_amd64.deb
- libpython3.6-stdlib_3.6.5-5~16.04.york1_amd64.deb
- python3.6-minimal_3.6.5-5~16.04.york1_amd64.deb
- python3.6_3.6.5-5~16.04.york1_amd64.deb
- libopenvswitch_2.9.2-1_amd64.deb
- openvswitch-common_2.9.2-1_amd64.deb
- openvswitch-switch_2.9.2-1_amd64.deb
Note that for Debian releases newer than 16.04, the Python 3.6 packages should not be required.
The Debian package with the Micronets Gateway components can be downloaded from:
Note that support for installation via an apt repository is in-progress. In the meantime, each of the above packages can be downloaded via curl or wget and installed via dpkg. e.g.
wget https://community.cablelabs.com/mvn/micronets-dpkg/pool/micronets-gw-current.deb
dpkg -i micronets-gw-current.deb
After installation of the gateway packages, the gateway’s /etc/network/interfaces
file needs to be configured according to the gateway’s connectivity and installed network interfaces. An
example /etc/network/interfaces file can be found in the Micronet Gateway source repository.
After the interfaces
file is configured, the gateway should be rebooted for the changes to take effect.
Link(s) to API docs
The Micronet’s Gateway Service API is currently documented in the gateway source repository.