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Chennai is the largest city in the state of Tamil Nadu. It is located on the Bay of Bengal on the south-east coast of India. The name of the city was originally Madras Patnum.
These are some of the main points of interest in the city:
Tamil /ˈtæmɪl/ (தமிழ், tamiḻ) is a Dravidian language spoken mainly by Tamil people of Tamil Nadu and Sri Lanka. It has official status in the Indian state of Tamil Nadu and the Indian Union Territory of Puducherry.
Following are quotes from people who are from Chennai:
"The core of what Google is about is bringing information to people."
— Sundar Pichai, CEO of Google
"An equation means nothing to me unless it expresses a thought of God."
— Srinivasa Ramanujan, mathematician, Fellow of the Royal Society
"My father came to Chennai at the age of 16 from a village in Coimbatore. He was an artist and was clear he wanted to do something, so he came to Chennai and joined an art course for eight years before he came into films."Chennai Area
— Suriya (Saravanan Sivakumar), Actor


Live at Paste Studio - Tiny Ruins
New Zealand folk outfit Tiny Ruins (mainly the project of one Hollie Fullbrook) released one of the most delightful and underrated acoustic records of the year, Olympic Girls, in February. Fullbrook is now in the midst of a massive solo tour and swung by the Paste Studio in NYC in October. She performed the title track from that album, plus three more songs.


Nynaeve woke the next morning at first light feeling grumpy. She had a sense of bad weather coming, yet a glance out of the window revealed not a single cloud marring the still gray sky. Already the day promised to be another oven. Her shift was sweat-damp and twisted from tossing and turning. Once she had been able to rely on her ability to Listen to the Wind, but it seemed to have gone all askew since leaving the Two Rivers, when it did not desert her completely.
Waiting her turn to use the washstand did not help, either, nor listening to Elayne’s recital of what had happened after she left them in Elaida’s study. Her own night had been one long futile search through the streets of Tar Valon, empty save for herself, pigeons, rats and heaps of garbage. That had been a shock. Tar Valon was always kept spotless; Elaida must be neglecting the city terribly for garbage to show in Tel’aran’rhiod. Once she had glimpsed Leane through the window of a tavern near Southharbor, of all places, but when she hurried inside, the common room was empty except for the freshly painted blue tables and benches. She should just have given up, but Myrelle had been badgering her lately, and she wanted a clear conscience when she told the woman that she had tried. Myrelle could pounce on an evasion as quickly as anyone Nynaeve had ever seen or heard of. To finish it off, she had stepped out of Tel’aran’rhiod last night to find Elayne’s ring already back on the table and Elayne fast asleep. If there had been a prize for useless effort, she would have won it walking away. And now to learn that Sheriam and the rest had nearly gotten themselves killed . . . even the song sparrow’s chirping in its wicker cage earned a sour look.
“They think they know everything,” Nynaeve muttered disparagingly. “I told them about nightmares. I warned them, and last night was not the first time.” It made no difference that all six sisters had been Healed before she so much as got back from Tel’aran’rhiod. Much too easily it could have ended much worse—because they thought they knew it all. The irritated tugs she gave her braid delayed redoing it for the day. The a’dam bracelet sometimes caught on her hair, too, but she was not about to take it off. It was Elayne’s turn to wear it today, but she was just as likely to leave it on a peg on the wall. Worry tickled through the bracelet, and the inevitable fear, but more than anything else, frustration. Doubtless “Marigan” was already helping with breakfast; having to do chores seemed to grate at her more than being a prisoner did. “That was good thinking on your part, Elayne. You didn’t say how you ended up in it yourself after trying to warn everybody else.”
Still scrubbing with her facecloth, Elayne shuddered. “It wasn’t so hard to think of it. A nightmare that size needed all of us to handle. Maybe they learned a little humility. Maybe their meeting with the Wise Ones tonight won’t be so bad.”
Nynaeve nodded to herself. As she had thought. Not about Sheriam and the others; Aes Sedai would find humility when goats flew on wings, and a day before the Wise Ones at that. About Elayne. She had probably let herself be caught in the nightmare, though the girl would never admit it. Nynaeve was not sure whether Elayne thought taking credit for bravery was boasting or whether she simply did not realize how brave she was. Either way, Nynaeve was torn between admiration for the other woman’s courage and a wish that just once Elayne would acknowledge it. “I thought I saw Rand.” That brought the facecloth down.
“Was he there in the flesh?” That was dangerous, according to the Wise Ones; it risked losing some part of what made you human. “You warned him about that.”
“When did he start listening to sense? I only glimpsed him. Maybe he just touched Tel’aran’rhiod in a dream.” Unlikely, that. He apparently hedged his dreams with wards so strong she did not think he could reach the World of Dreams any other way than in the flesh, not even if he had been a Dreamwalker and had one of the rings. “Maybe it was somebody who looked a little like him. As I said, I only saw him for a moment, in the square in front of the Tower.”
“I should be there with him,” Elayne muttered. Emptying the basin into the night jar, she moved aside to let Nynaeve reach the washstand. “He needs me.”
“What he needs is what he has always needed.” Nynaeve glowered as she refilled the basin from the pitcher. She did hate washing in water that had stood all night. At least it was not cold; there was no such thing as cold water anymore. “Somebody to box his ears once a week on general principles and keep him on the straight and narrow.”
“It isn’t fair.” A clean shift going over Elayne’s head muffled the words. “I worry about him all the time.” Her face popped out the top, looking more worried than indignant whatever her tone, and she pulled a banded white dress from one of the pegs. “I even worry about him in my dreams! Do you think he spends all his time fretting about me? I don’t.”
Nynaeve nodded, though a part of her considered that it was not exactly the same. Rand had been told Elayne was safe with Aes Sedai, if not where. How could Rand ever be safe? She bent over the basin, and Lan’s ring fell out of her shift, dangling on its leather cord. No, Elayne was right. Whatever Lan was doing, wherever he was, she doubted he thought of her half as often as she did of him. Light, let him be alive even if he doesn’t think of me at all. That possibility made her angry enough to pull her braid out by the roots, if she had not had her hands full of soap and facecloth. “You can’t concern yourself over a man all the time,” she said sourly, “even if you do want to be a Green. What did they find out last night?”
It was a long tale, though with little meat to it, and after a bit Nynaeve sat down on Elayne’s bed to listen and ask questions. Not that the answers told her much either. It was just not the same when you did not see the documents yourself. All very well to learn Elaida finally knew about Rand’s amnesty, but what did she mean to do about it? Proof the Tower was approaching rulers might actually be good news; it might light a fire under the Hall. Something had to. Elaida sending an embassy to Rand was certainly a worry, but he could not be fool enough to listen to anyone who came from Elaida. Could he? There just was not enough in what Elayne had overheard. And what was Rand doing putting the Lion Throne on a pedestal? What was he doing with a throne at all? He might be the Dragon Reborn and this Aiel car-whatever, but she could not get past the fact that she had tended him when he was a child and paddled his bottom when he needed it.
Elayne went right ahead dressing, and was done before her story was. “I’ll tell you the rest later,” she said hastily, and flew out the door.
Nynaeve grunted and went back to clothing herself unhurriedly. Elayne was teaching her first class of novices today, something Nynaeve had not been allowed to do yet. But if she was not trusted to teach novices, there was still Moghedien. She would be done with her breakfast chores shortly.
The only trouble was, when Nynaeve found the woman, Moghedien was up to her elbows in soapy water, the silver necklace of the a’dam looking especially out of place. She was not alone; a dozen other women were industriously scrubbing clothes on washboards in a wooden-fenced yard, amid steaming kettles of boiling water. More were hanging the first wash on long lines strung between poles, but heaps of bed linens and smallclothes and every sort of thing waited their turn on the washboards. The look Moghedien gave Nynaeve should have been enough to fry her hide. Hatred, shame and outrage rolled through the a’dam, nearly enough to swamp the ever-present fear.
The woman in charge, a sticklike gray-haired woman named Nildra, came bustling up, a stirring paddle held like a scepter and her dark woolen skirts tied up to the knee to keep them off ground muddy from spilled water. “Good morning, Accepted. I suppose you want Marigan, eh?” Her tone was a dry blend of respect with knowledge that tomorrow she might find any one of the Accepted added to her laundresses for a day or a month, to be worked and chivvied as hard as the rest if not harder. “Well, I can’t let her go, yet. I’m shorthanded as it is. One of my girls is getting married today, another ran off, and two are on light work because they’re pregnant. Myrelle Sedai told me I could have her. Maybe I can do without her in a few hours. I’ll see.”
Moghedien straightened, opening her mouth, but Nynaeve silenced her with a firm look—and a conspicuous touch to the a’dam bracelet on her wrist—and she resumed work. All it would take would be a few wrong words from Moghedien, a complaint that would never come from the farm woman she appeared to be, to start her on a path to stilling and the headsman, and Nynaeve and Elayne on one not much better. Nynaeve could not help swallowing in relief when Moghedien bent back to her washboard, mouth working as she muttered under her breath. Immense shame and outright fury surged through the a’dam.
Nynaeve managed a smile for Nildra and murmured something, she was not sure what, then stalked off to one of the communal kitchens to find breakfast. Myrelle again. She wondered if the Green had taken against her personally for some reason. She wondered if she was going to harvest a permanently sour stomach from keeping Moghedien. She was practically eating goosemint like candy since putting the a’dam on the woman.
It was easy enough to get a clay mug full of tea with honey and a bun hot from the oven, but once she had them, she walked while she ate. Sweat beaded on her face. Even at that early hour heat was building and the air dry. The rising sun formed a dome of molten gold above the forest.
The dirt streets were full, as usual when there was light to see. Aes Sedai glided past serenely, ignoring dust and heat, mysterious-faced on mysterious errands, often with Warders heeling them, cold-eyed wolves vainly pretending to be tame. There were soldiers everywhere, usually marching or riding in blocks, though Nynaeve did not understand why they were allowed to crowd the streets so when they had camps in the woods. Children darted about, often aping the soldiers with sticks for swords and pikes. White-clad novices trotted through the throng about their chores. Servants moved somewhat more slowly, women with armloads of sheets for Aes Sedais’ beds or baskets of bread from the kitchens, men leading ox-carts piled with firewood, hauling chests or shouldering whole sheep carcasses for the kitchens. Salidar had not been made to hold so many people; the village was ready to pop at the seams.
Nynaeve kept moving. An Accepted’s day was supposedly her own for the most part, unless she was teaching novices, to be used studying what she chose to, alone or with an Aes Sedai, but an Accepted who appeared to be doing nothing could be snapped up by any Aes Sedai. She did not intend to spend the day helping a Brown sister catalog books or copying out notes for a Gray. She hated copying, with all that tongue clicking if she made a blot and all those sighs because her script was not as neat as a clerk’s. So she wove through the dust and the crowd, and kept an eye out for Siuan and Leane. She was angry enough to channel without using Moghedien.
Every time she became aware of the heavy gold ring nestling between her breasts she thought, He has to be alive. Even if he’s forgotten me, Light, just let him be alive. Which last, of course, only made her angrier. If al’Lan Mandragoran so much as let forgetting her cross his mind, she would set him straight. He had to be alive. Warders often died avenging their Aes Sedai—it was as sure as the sun coming up that no Warder would let anything stand in the way of that retribution—but there was no way for Lan to avenge Moiraine any more than if she had fallen off a horse and broken her neck. She and Lanfear had killed one another. He had to be alive. And why should she feel guilty over Moiraine’s death? True, it had freed Lan for her, but she had had nothing to do with it. Yet her first thought on learning Moiraine was dead, however momentary, had been joy that Lan was free, not sorrow for Moiraine. She could not rid herself of shame over that, and it made her angrier than ever.
Suddenly she saw Myrelle stalking down the street in her direction with yellow-haired Croi Makin, one of her three Warders, striding at her side, a young splinter of a man but hard as rock. A determined look on her face, the Aes Sedai certainly showed no effects from the night before. There was nothing to say Myrelle was looking for her, but Nynaeve quickly ducked into a large stone building that had once been one of Salidar’s three inns.
The broad common room had been cleared and furnished like a reception room; its plaster walls and high ceiling had been patched, a few bright tapestries had been hung, and a few colorful rugs lay scattered on a floor that no longer looked precisely splintered but still did not want to hold a polish. The shaded interior actually seemed cool after the street: Cooler, at least. It was also in use.
Logain stood insolently in front of one of the wide unlit fireplaces, the tails of his gold-embroidered red coat shoved behind his back, under the watchful gaze of Lelaine Akashi, her blue-fringed shawl marking the occasion as formal. A slender woman with a dignified air that could sometimes break in a warm smile, she was one of the three Sitters for the Blue Ajah in the Hall of the Tower in Salidar. Today it was her penetrating eye most in evidence as she studied Logain’s audience.
Two men and a woman resplendent in embroidered silks and gold jewelry, all three graying, and one of the men nearly bald and wearing a square-cut beard and long mustache to make up for it. Powerful Altaran nobles, they had arrived the day before with strong escorts and as much suspicion for one another as for the Aes Sedai gathering an army inside Altara. Altarans gave allegiance to a lord or a lady or a town, with little if any left for a nation called Altara, and few nobles paid taxes, or heed to what the queen in Ebou Dar said, but they gave heed to an army in their midst. The Light alone knew what effect the rumors of Dragonsworn had on them. For the moment, though, they forgot to stare haughtily at one another or defiantly at Lelaine. Their eyes were fixed on Logain as they might have been on a huge, brightly colored viper.
To complete the cycle, copper-skinned Burin Shaeren, looking carved from an uprooted stump, watched both Logain and the visitors, a man ready to move suddenly and violently in the blink of an eye. Lelaine’s Warder was there only partly to guard Logain—supposedly Logain was in Salidar of his own free will, after all—and mainly to protect the man from his visitors and a knife in his heart.
For his part, Logain appeared to flourish under all those stares. A tall man with curling hair that touched his broad shoulders, dark and handsome if hard of face, he looked as proud and confident as an eagle. It was a promise of vengeance that put the light in his eyes, though. If he could not repay everyone he wanted to, he could at least repay some. “Six Red sisters found me in Cosamelle about a year before I proclaimed myself,” he said as Nynaeve came in. “Javindhra, the leader was called, though one named Barasine talked a good deal. And I heard Elaida mentioned, as if she knew what these were about. They found me asleep, and I thought I was done when they shielded me.”
“Aes Sedai,” the listening woman broke in harshly. Stocky and hard-eyed, she had a thin scar across her cheek that Nynaeve found incongruous on a woman. Altaran women did have a reputation for fierceness, of course, though very likely overblown. “Aes Sedai, how can what he claims be true?”
“I do not know how, Lady Sarena,” Lelaine said calmly, “but it was confirmed to me by one who cannot lie. He speaks true.”
Sarena’s face did not change, but her hands clenched into fists behind her back. One of her companions, the tall gaunt-faced man with more gray hair than black, had his thumbs tucked behind his sword belt, trying to appear at ease, but his grip was white-knuckle tight.
“As I was saying,” Logain went on with a smooth smile, “they found me, and gave me a choice of death on the spot or taking what they offered. A strange choice, not at all what I expected, but not one I had to think long on. They did not come out and say they had done this before, but there was a practiced feel to it. They gave no reasons, but it seems clear, looking back. Bringing in a man who could channel carried little glory; pulling down a false Dragon, though . . . ”
Nynaeve frowned. He was so casual about it, a man discussing the day’s hunting, yet it was his own downfall he spoke of, and every word another nail in Elaida’s coffin. Maybe in a coffin for the whole Red Ajah. If the Reds had pushed Logain to name himself the Dragon Reborn, could they have done the same for Gorin Rogad or Mazrim Taim? Perhaps for all the false Dragons throughout history? She could all but see the thoughts turning in the Altarans’ minds like gears in a mill, reluctantly at first, then spinning faster and faster.
“For a whole year they helped me avoid other Aes Sedai,” Logain said, “sent messages when one was near, though there weren’t many then. After I proclaimed myself, and began to gather a following, they sent news of where the king’s armies were, and in what numbers. How else do you think I always knew where to strike and when?” His listeners shifted their feet, as much for his feral grin as for his words.
He hated Aes Sedai. Nynaeve was sure of that from the few times she had been able to bring herself to study him. Not that she had done so since before Min left, or learned anything when she had. Once she had thought studying him would be looking at the problem from a different angle—never was just how different men were as clear as in using the Power—but it was worse than staring into a dark hole; there was nothing there, not even the hole. All in all, being around Logain was unsettling. He had watched her every move with a burning intensity that made her shiver even knowing she could wrap him up in the Power if he so much as lifted a finger wrong. Not the sort of fervor that men’s eyes often directed at women, but a pure contempt that never touched his face at all, which made it all the more horrifying. Aes Sedai had shut him away from the One Power forever; Nynaeve could imagine her own feelings if anyone did that to her. He could not revenge himself on all Aes Sedai, however. What he could do was destroy the Red Ajah, and he was making a fair beginning to it.
This was the first time three had come at once, but every week or so brought another lord or lady to hear his tale, from across Altara and sometimes as far as Murandy, and every one left looking squeezed flat by what Logain had to say. Small wonder; the only news more shocking would have been for the Aes Sedai to admit the Black Ajah really did exist. Well, they were not about to do that, not publicly, and for much the same reason they held news of Logain as close as possible. It might have been the Red Ajah who did this, but they were still Aes Sedai, and too many people could not tell one Ajah from another. All in all, only a few were brought to hear Logain, yet every one of that handful was chosen for the power of the House they led. Houses that now would lend their support to the Aes Sedai in Salidar, if not always openly, or at worst, withhold support from Elaida.
“Javindhra sent me word when more Aes Sedai came,” Logain said, “the ones hunting me, and where they would be, so I could come on them before they knew.” Lelaine’s serene, ageless features hardened for a moment, and Burin’s hand drifted toward his sword hilt. Sisters had died before Logain was captured. Logain did not seem to notice their reactions. “The Red Ajah never played me false until they betrayed me in the end.”
The bearded man was staring at Logain so hard it was plain he was making himself do it. “Aes Sedai, what of his followers? Perhaps he was safe in the Tower, but he was captured a good many leagues closer to where we stand.”
“They were not all killed or captured,” the gaunt-faced lord put in right behind him. “Most escaped, melted away. I know my history, Aes Sedai. Raolin Darksbane’s followers dared attack the White Tower itself after he was taken, and Guaire Amalasan’s as well. We remember too well Logain’s army marching across our lands to want it to come again, to rescue him.”
“You need have no fear of that.” Lelaine eyed Logain with a brief smile, as a woman might a fierce dog she knew tamed to her leash. “He has no more desire for glory, only to make some small restitution for the harm he did. Besides which, I doubt many of his former followers would come if he did call, not after he was carried to Tar Valon in a cage and gentled.” Her light laugh, was echoed by the Altarans, but only after a moment, and weakly. Logain’s face was an iron mask.
Abruptly Lelaine noticed Nynaeve just inside the doorway, and her eyebrows rose. She had exchanged pleasant words with Nynaeve more than once, and praised her and Elayne’s supposed discoveries, but she could be as quick as any other Aes Sedai to call down an Accepted who put a foot wrong.
Nynaeve dropped a curtsy, gesturing with the clay mug, now empty of tea. “Pardon me, Lelaine Sedai. I must take this back to the kitchen.” She darted out into the baking street before the Aes Sedai could say a word.
Luckily, Myrelle was nowhere in sight now.  An even better piece of luck, Siuan was standing not thirty paces away, facing Gareth Bryne in the middle of the street with the passing throng parting around them. Like Myrelle, Siuan showed no sign of the battering Elayne had reported; perhaps they would have more respect for Tel’aran’rhiod if they could not simply step out and have their blunders Healed. Nynaeve moved closer.
“What is the matter with you, woman?” Bryne growled at Siuan. His gray head lowered over her youthful-seeming one; booted feet planted wide and fists on hips made him seem as wide as a boulder. The sweat rolling down his face might have been on someone else’s for all the mind he paid it.  And I said you looked cheerful, hardly the opening of a battle, I thought. It was a compliment, woman, if not one with roses in it.”
“Compliments?” Siuan growled right back, blue eyes blazing up at him. “I don’t want your compliments! It just pleases you that I have to iron your shirts.  Do you expect me to trail after you like a camp follower when the army marches, hoping for more of your compliments? And you will not address me so, as woman! It sounds like ‘Here, dog!’ ”
A vein started throbbing on Bryne’s temple.  And if the army ever does march, I expect you to continue keeping it. I never asked that oath of you; it was your own choice, to try wiggling out of responsibility for what you did. You never thought you’d be called to keep it, did you? Speaking of the army marching, what have you heard while groveling for the Aes Sedai and kissing their feet?”
In one heartbeat Siuan went from fiery rage to icy calm. “That is no part of my oath.” You might have thought her a young Aes Sedai, standing there straight-backed with that coolly arrogant defiance, one who had not worked with the Power long enough to take on agelessness. “I will not spy for you. You serve the Hall of the Tower, Gareth Bryne, on your oath. Your army will march when the Hall decides. Listen for their words, and obey when you hear.”
The change in Bryne was as lightning quick. “You would be an enemy worth crossing swords with,” he chuckled admiringly. “You would be a better . . . ” That fast the chuckle faded back into a glower. “The Hall, is it? Bah! You tell Sheriam she might as well stop avoiding me. What can be done here has been done. Tell her a wolfhound kept in a cage might as well be a pig when the wolves come. I didn’t gather these men to be sold at market.” With a short nod, he went striding off through the crowd. Siuan stared after him, frowning.
“What was that all about?” Nynaeve asked, and Siuan gave a start.
“None of your business is what it was,” she snapped, smoothing her dress. You would have thought Nynaeve had sneaked up on her purposely. The woman always took everything personally.
“Let it pass,” Nynaeve said levelly. She was not going to let herself be led off down a side trail. “What I won’t let pass is studying you.” She was going to do something useful today if it killed her. Siuan opened her mouth, looking around. “No, I don’t have Marigan, and right now, I don’t need her. You’ve let me near you twice—twice!—since I found a clue that something in you might be Healed. I mean to study you today, and if I don’t, I will tell Sheriam you’re disobeying her orders to make yourself available. I swear I will!”
For a moment she thought the other woman was going to dare her to do her worst, but at last Siuan said grudgingly, “This afternoon. I am busy this morning. Unless you think what you want is more important than helping your Two Rivers friend?”
Nynaeve stepped closer. No one in the street was paying them any mind beyond a glance in passing, but she lowered her voice anyway. “What are they planning about him? You keep saying they haven’t made up their minds what to do, but they must have come to some conclusion by now.” If they had, Siuan would know of it, whether she was supposed to or not.
Abruptly Leane was there, and Nynaeve might as well not have spoken. Siuan and Leane glared at one another, stiff-backed as two strange cats in a small room.
“Well?” Siuan muttered with a tight jaw.
Leane sniffed, and her curls swung as she tossed her head. A sneer twisted her lips, yet her words did not match expression or tone. “I tried to talk them out of it,” she spat, but softly. “Only they had not listened to you enough to even consider it. You won’t be meeting the Wise Ones tonight.”
“Fishguts!” Siuan growled, and turning on her heel, she stalked away, but no more quickly than Leane in the opposite direction.
Nynaeve almost threw up her hands in frustration. Talking as if she were not there, as if she did not know exactly what they were talking about. Ignoring her. Siuan had better appear this afternoon as promised, or she would find a way to wring her out and hang her up to dry! She jumped as a woman spoke behind her.
“Those two should be sent to Tiana for a sound switching.” Lelaine stepped up beside Nynaeve, looking first after Siuan then Leane. Going around sneaking up on people! There was no sign of Logain or Burin or the Altaran nobles. The Blue sister shifted her shawl. “They are not what they were, of course, but one would think they could retain a little decorum. It will not do if they actually come to hair-pulling in the street.”
“Sometimes people just rub one another the wrong way,” Nynaeve said. Siuan and Leane worked so hard to maintain their fiction, the least she could do was support it. How she hated people sneaking up on her.
Lelaine eyed Nynaeve’s hand on her braid, and she snatched it away. Too many knew about that habit; a habit she had tried hard to break. But what the Aes Sedai said was “Not when it impinges on the dignity of Aes Sedai, child. Women who serve Aes Sedai should show some reserve in public however silly they are in private.” There was certainly nothing to be said to that; nothing safe, anyway. “Why did you come in where I was showing Logain just now?”
“I thought the room was empty, Aes Sedai,” Nynaeve said hastily. “I’m sorry. I hope I did not disturb you.” That was no answer—she could hardly say she had been hiding from Myrelle—but the slender Blue only met her eyes for a moment.
“What do you think Rand al’Thor will do, child?”
Nynaeve blinked in confusion. “Aes Sedai, I haven’t seen him in half a year. All I know is what I’ve heard here. Is the Hall . . . ? Aes Sedai, what has the Hall decided about him?”
Scrutinizing Nynaeve’s face, Lelaine pursed her lips. Those dark eyes, seeming to see inside your head, were quite unsettling. “A remarkable coincidence. You come from the same village as the Dragon Reborn, and so does that other girl, Egwene al’Vere. Great things were expected when she became a novice. Do you have any idea where she is?” She did not wait for an answer. “And the other two young men, Perrin Aybara and Mat Cauthon. Both ta’veren as well, so I understand. Remarkable, indeed. Then there is you, with your extraordinary discoveries despite your limitations. Wherever Egwene is, does she also venture where none of us have gone? All of you have occasioned a good deal of discussion among the sisters, as you may imagine.
“I hope they say good things,” Nynaeve said slowly. There had been many questions about Rand since coming to Salidar, especially since the embassy left for Caemlyn—some Aes Sedai seemed able to speak of little else to her—but this seemed something different. That was the trouble with talking to Aes Sedai. Half the time you could not be sure what they meant or what they were after.
“Do you still have hopes of Healing Siuan and Leane, child?” Nodding as if Nynaeve had answered, Lelaine sighed. “Sometimes I think Myrelle is right. We indulge you too much. Whatever your discoveries, perhaps we should put you in Theodrin’s charge until your block against channeling at will is broken. Considering what you have done in the last two months, think what you could do then.” Gripping her braid unconsciously, Nynaeve tried to get a word in edgewise, a carefully framed protest, but Lelaine ignored the attempt. Which was probably for the best. “You do Siuan and Leane no favors, child. Let them forget who and what they were and be content with who and what they are. From the way they behave, the only thing that keeps them from forgetting completely is you, and your foolish attempts to Heal what cannot be Healed. They are no longer Aes Sedai. Why hold out false hope?”
There was a hint of compassion in her voice, and a tinge of contempt too. Those not Aes Sedai were less, after all, and Siuan and Leane’s ruse had definitely painted them among the least. Plus, of course, no few here in Salidar blamed the Tower’s troubles on Siuan, on her plotting while Amyrlin. Very likely they believed she deserved everything that had happened to her and more.
What had been done complicated the whole thing, though. Stilling was rare. Before Siuan and Leane, no woman had been tried and stilled in one hundred and forty years, and none burned out in at least a dozen. A stilled woman usually tried to get as far from Aes Sedai as she could. No doubt if Lelaine had been stilled, she would want to forget being Aes Sedai if she could. No doubt she would like to forget that Siuan and Leane had been, too, that all that had been taken away from them. If they could be seen as two women never able to channel, never Aes Sedai, a good many Aes Sedai would be more comfortable.
“Sheriam Sedai has given me permission to try,” Nynaeve said as firmly as she dared to a full sister. Lelaine held her eyes until she let her gaze drop. Her knuckles whitened around her braid before she could let go, but she kept her face smooth. Trying to trade stares with an Aes Sedai was a wool-head’s trick for an Accepted.
“We are all fools sometimes, child, yet a wise woman learns to limit how often. Since you seem to have finished breakfast, I suggest you rid yourself of that mug and find something to do before you find yourself in hot water instead. Have you ever considered cutting your hair short? No matter. Off with you.”
Nynaeve dropped a curtsy, but it was being made to the Aes Sedai’s back before she reached the bottom of it. Safe from Lelaine’s eyes, she glowered at the woman. Cut her hair? She lifted her braid and shook it at the retreating Aes Sedai. That she had waited until it was safe made her furious, though if she had not waited she would almost certainly be on her way to join Moghedien at the laundry, with a stop to see Tiana on the way. Months sitting here in Salidar doing nothing—for all practical purposes it seemed she was, no matter what she and Elayne managed to pull out of Moghedien—amid Aes Sedai who did nothing except talk and wait while the world went on its way to ruin without them, and Lelaine thought she should cut her hair! She had pursued the Black Ajah, been captured and escaped, captured one of the Forsaken in turn—well, none of them knew that—helped the Panarch of Tarabon regain her throne however briefly, and now all she did was sit and take credit for what she could shake loose from Moghedien. Cut her hair? She might as well shave herself bald for all the good it would do!
She caught sight of Dagdara Finchey striding through the throng, as wide as any man in the street and taller than most, and the round-faced Yellow made her angry, too. One reason she had chosen to remain in Salidar was to study with the Yellows, for they knew more of Healing than anyone else; everyone said so. But if any of them knew more than she already did, they were not sharing it with a mere Accepted. The Yellows should have been the most welcoming to her desire to Heal anything and everything, even stilling, but they were the least. Dagdara would have had her scrubbing floors from sunup to sundown until she gave up “foolish notions and wasting time” if Sheriam had not intervened, while Nisao Dachen, a diminutive Yellow with eyes that could drive nails, refused to even speak to Nynaeve as long as she persisted in trying to “alter how the Pattern has been woven.”
To top it all off, her weather sense still told her a storm was on its way, closer now, while the cloudless sky and burning sun taunted her.
Muttering to herself, she tucked the clay mug into the back of a passing woodcart and set off weaving through the crowded street. There was nothing to do except keep moving until Moghedien was free, and the Light knew how long that would be. A whole morning wasted, added to a string of wasted days.
Many of the Aes Sedai nodded and smiled at her, but by the simple expedient of smiling back apologetically and quickening her step for a few paces as if hurrying somewhere, she avoided stopping for the inevitable questions about what new things they might expect out of her. In her present mood she might just tell them exactly what she thought, which would be foolish in the extreme. Doing nothing. Asking her what Rand was going to do. Telling her to cut her hair. Bah!
Of course, they were not all smiles. Not only did Nisao look right through Nynaeve; Nynaeve had to step nimbly out of the way before the tiny woman walked right over her. And a haughty, pale-haired Aes Sedai with a prominent chin, guiding a tall roan gelding through the crowd, cast a sharp blue-eyed frown at her as she rode by. Nynaeve did not recognize her. The woman was perfectly neat in a riding dress of pale gray silk, but the light linen dust-cloak folded in front of her saddle spoke of travel and named her a new arrival. Adding to the likelihood that she was new come, the lanky green-coated Warder at her heels on a tall gray warhorse looked uneasy. Warders never looked uneasy, but Nynaeve supposed joining a rebellion against the Tower might make for an exception. Light! Even new arrivals came ready to put her back up!
 Pausing in the leather-lunged flaying of an abashed young man in plate-and-mail armor who stood holding the reins of a horse with a lance lashed to the saddle, Uno directed a warm grin in Nynaeve’s direction. Well, it would have been warm without the eyepatch. Nynaeve’s grimace made him blink and hurry back to dressing down the soldier.
It was not Uno or his eyepatch that soured her stomach. Not exactly. He had accompanied her and Elayne to Salidar, and once promised to steal horses—“borrow,” he called it—if they wanted to leave. No chance of that now. Uno wore a band of golden braid on the cuffs of his worn dark coat now; he was an officer, training heavy cavalry for Gareth Bryne, and much too caught up in it to bother himself with Nynaeve. No, that was not true. If she said she wanted to go, he would procure horses in a matter of hours, and she would ride with an escort of top-knotted Shienarans who had given their allegiance to Rand and were only in Salidar because she and Elayne brought them there. Only, she would have to admit she had been wrong in deciding to stay, admit she had been lying all those times she had told him she was happy right where she was. Making those admissions was just beyond her. Uno’s main reason for staying was that he thought he should look after her and Elayne. He would hear no admissions from her!
The whole thought of leaving Salidar was a new one, sparked by Uno, and it set her thinking fiercely. If only Thom and Juilin had not gone jaunting off to Amadicia. Not that they had made the trip for the fun of it, really. Back in the days when it seemed the Aes Sedai here might really do something, they had volunteered to scout out what was going on across the river. Meaning to penetrate as far as Amador itself, they had been gone well over a month, and would not return for days more at best. They were not the only scouts, of course; even Aes Sedai and Warders had been sent, though most of those were aimed farther west, at Tarabon. A show of doing something, and the delay before any could return with word was a good excuse to wait. Nynaeve wished she had not let the two men go. Neither would have, had she said no.
Thom was an old gleeman, though he had once been considerably more, and Juilin a thief-taker from Tear, both competent men who knew how to handle themselves in strange places, and handy in a number of ways. They had accompanied her and Elayne to Salidar, too, and neither would have asked questions if told she wanted to leave. Undoubtedly they would have said a good deal behind her back, but not to her face, the way Uno would.
It was galling to admit that she really needed them, but she was not sure she knew how to go about stealing a horse. In any case, an Accepted would be noticed fooling around the horses, in the stables as much as out on the soldiers’ picket lines, and if she changed out of the banded white dress, she would certainly be seen and reported before she got anywhere near a horse. Even if she managed it, she would be pursued. Runaway Accepted, like runaway novices, were almost always brought back to face punishment that erased any thought of a second attempt. When you began training to be Aes Sedai, Aes Sedai were not finished with you until they said they were.
It was not fear of punishment that held her, of course. What was a switching or two against the chance of being killed by the Black Ajah, or facing one of the Forsaken? It was just a matter of whether she really wanted to go. Where would she go, for instance? To Rand, in Caemlyn? Egwene in Cairhien? Would Elayne come? Certainly, if they went to Caemlyn. Was it a desire to do something, or fear that Moghedien was going to be discovered? The punishment for running away would not be a patch on that! She had reached no conclusion when she rounded a corner and found herself looking at Elayne’s novice class, gathered in an open space between two thatch-roofed stone houses where the fallen-in ruins of a third had been cleared away.
More than twenty white-clad women sat on low stools in a semicircle, watching Elayne guide two of their number through an exercise. The glow of saidar surrounded all three women. Tabiya, a green-eyed freckle-faced girl of sixteen or so, and Nicola, a slender black-haired woman Nynaeve’s age, were unsteadily passing a small flame back and forth. It wavered and sometimes vanished for an instant when one was too slow to catch it up from the other and maintain it. In her present mood, Nynaeve could clearly see the flows they wove.
Eighteen novices had been whisked away when Sheriam and the rest fled—Tabiya was one of those—but most in this group were like Nicola, newly recruited since the Aes Sedai established themselves in Salidar. Nicola was not the only woman there older than usual for a novice; a good half were. When Nynaeve and Elayne went to the Tower, Aes Sedai rarely tested women much older than Tabiya—Nynaeve had been remarked for her age as much as for being a wilder—but perhaps in desperation, the Aes Sedai here had expanded their testing to women even a year or two beyond Nynaeve. The result was that Salidar now held more novices than the White Tower had for years. That success had made the Aes Sedai send sisters out across Altara in a village-by-village search.
“Do you wish you were teaching that class?”
The voice at her shoulder made Nynaeve’s stomach turn over. Twice in one morning. She wished she had some goosemint in her belt pouch. If she kept letting herself be taken by surprise, she was going to end up sorting papers for a Brown yet.
Of course, the apple-cheeked Domani woman was not Aes Sedai. Back in the Tower, Theodrin would have been raised to the shawl already, but here she had been raised to something more than Accepted, less than a full sister. She wore her Great Serpent ring on her right hand not her left, and a green dress that went well with her bronze coloring, but she could not choose an Ajah or wear the shawl.

Theodrin only smiled at the tartness in Nynaeve’s voice. She was quite nice, really. “A thickheaded Accepted to teach thickheaded novices?” Usually, she was nice. “Well, once we have you where you can channel without being ready to thump their heads, you will be teaching novices too. And I would not be surprised if you were raised soon after, the things you’ve been discovering. You know, you have never told me what your trick was.” Wilders almost always had some trick they had learned, the first unveiling of the ability to channel. The other thing most wilders had in common was a block, something they had built up in their minds to hide their channeling even from themselves.
Nynaeve kept her face smooth with an effort. To be able to channel whenever she wanted. To be raised Aes Sedai. Neither would remedy the problem of Moghedien, but she would be able to go where she wanted then, study as she wanted without anyone telling her this or that simply could not be Healed. “People got well when they shouldn’t. I would get so mad that somebody was going to die, that everything I knew about herbs wasn’t enough . . . ” she shrugged. “And they got well.”
“Much better than mine.” The slender woman sighed. “I could make a boy want to kiss me, or not want to. My block was men, not anger.” Nynaeve looked at her incredulously, and Theodrin laughed. “Well, it was emotion, too. If there was a man present, and I liked or disliked him a great deal, I could channel. If I felt neither one way nor the other, or there wasn’t a man at all, I might as well have been a tree so far as saidar was concerned.”
“How did you ever break through that?” Nynaeve asked curiously. Elayne had the novices all paired off now, fumbling their way through passing small flames back and forth.
Theodrin’s smile deepened, but a blush stained her cheeks, too. “A young man named Charel, a groom in the Tower stables, began making eyes at me. I was fifteen, and he had the most gorgeous smile. The Aes Sedai let him sit in on my lessons, quietly in a corner, so I could channel at all. What I didn’t know was that Sheriam had arranged for him to meet me in the first place.” Her cheeks darkened more. “I also didn’t know he had a twin sister, or that after a few days, the Charel sitting in the corner was really Marel. When she took off her coat and shirt one day in the middle of my lesson, I was so shocked I fainted. But after that, I could channel whenever I wanted.”
Nynaeve burst out laughing—she could not help it—and despite her blushes Theodrin joined in without restraint. “I wish it could be that easy for me, Theodrin.”
“Whether it is or not,” Theodrin said, her laughter fading, “we will break down your block. This afternoon—”
“I’m studying Siuan this afternoon,” Nynaeve cut in hastily, and Theodrin’s mouth tightened.
“You have been avoiding me, Nynaeve. In the past month you’ve managed to wriggle out of all but three appointments. I can accept your trying and failing, but I will not accept you being afraid to try.”
“I am not,” Nynaeve began indignantly, as a small voice asked whether she was trying to hide the truth from herself. It was so disheartening to try and try and try—and fail.
Theodrin let her have no more than those few words. “Allowing that you have commitments today,” she said calmly, “I will see you tomorrow, and every day thereafter, or I will be forced to take other steps. I don’t want to do that, and you do not want me to, but I mean to break your block down. Myrelle has asked me to make special efforts, and I vow that I will.”
The near echo of what she had told Siuan made Nynaeve’s jaw drop. This was the first time the other woman had used the increased authority of her position. It would be just the way Nynaeve’s luck was running today for her and Siuan to end up waiting to see Tiana side by side.
Theodrin did not wait for a reply. She merely nodded as if she had received agreement, then glided off up the street. Nynaeve could almost see a fringed shawl around her shoulders. This morning was not going well at all. And Myrelle again! She wanted to scream.
 She was going back to her room. It was a measure of how the day was progressing that before she was halfway there Dagdara Finchey crashed into her running and knocked her flat on her back. Running! An Aes Sedai! The big woman did not stop, either, or as much as shout an apology over her shoulder as she plowed through the crowd.
Nynaeve picked herself up, dusted herself off, stumped the rest of the way to her room and slammed the door behind her. It was hot and close, the beds were unmade until Moghedien could get around to them, and worst of all, Nynaeve’s weather sense told her there should have been a hailstorm breaking over Salidar right that minute. But she would not be surprised there, or trampled.
Flinging herself down atop her rumpled sheets, she lay fingering the silver bracelet, thoughts skittering from what she might manage to dig out of Moghedien today to whether Siuan would appear that afternoon, from Lan to her block to whether she was going to stay in Salidar. It would not be running away, really. She would probably go to Caemlyn, to Rand; he did need somebody to keep his head from swelling too big, and Elayne would like that. She just wished leaving—not running away!—had not begun to seem even more attractive after Theodrin announced her intentions.
She expected to have some sign in the emotions oozing through the a’dam that Moghedien was finished with her work, and to have to go find her—she often hid when she was sulking—but the shame and outrage never decreased, and the door banging open came as a complete surprise.
“So there you are,” Moghedien grated. “Look!” She held up her hands. “Ruined!” To Nynaeve they looked no different from any hands that been doing laundry; white and wrinkled, true, but that would fade. “It is not enough that I must live in squalor, fetching and carrying like a servant, now I’m expected to labor like some primitive—!”
 She thought of one quick stroke of a switch, what it felt like, then shifted the thought into the part of her mind that held Moghedien’s received emotions. The other woman’s dark eyes widened, and her mouth clamped shut, lips compressing. Not a hard blow, but a reminder.
“Close the door and sit down,” Nynaeve said. “You can make the beds later. We are going to have a lesson.”
“I am used to better than this,” Moghedien grumbled as she complied. “A night laborer in Tojar was used to better!”
“Unless I miss my guess,” Nynaeve told her sharply, “a night laborer in wherever didn’t have a death sentence hanging over his head. Any time you want it, we can tell Sheriam exactly who you are.” It was pure bluff—Nynaeve’s stomach clenched up in a burning ball at the mere thought—but a sickening flood of fear roared out of Moghedien. Nynaeve almost admired how steady the woman’s face remained; had she felt like that, she would have been shrieking and gnashing her teeth on the floor.
“What do you want me to show you?” Moghedien said in a level tone. They always had to tell her what they wanted out of her. She practically never volunteered anything unless they pressed her to a point Nynaeve considered the brink of torture.
“We’ll try something you haven’t been very successful with teaching. Detecting a man’s channeling.” So far, that was the only thing she and Elayne had not been able to pick up quickly. It could be useful if she did decide to go to Caemlyn.
“Not easy, especially with no man to practice on. A pity you haven’t been able to Heal Logain.” There was no mockery in Moghedien’s voice or on her face, but she glanced at Nynaeve and hurried on. “Still, we can try the forms again.”
The lesson truly was not easy. It never was, even with something Nynaeve could learn right away once the weaves became clear. Moghedien could not channel without Nynaeve allowing her to, without Nynaeve guiding her, in fact, but in a new lesson Moghedien had to give the lead for how the flows were to go. It made a pretty tangle, the main reason they were not able to learn a dozen new things from her every day. In this case Nynaeve already had some idea of how the flows were woven, but it was an intricate lacework of all of the Five Powers that made Healing seem simple, and the pattern shifted at blinding speed. Its difficulty was the reason it had never been used very often, Moghedien claimed. It also gave you a grinding headache if kept up very long.
Nynaeve lay back on her bed and worked at it as hard as she could, though. If she did go to Rand, she might need this, and there was no telling how soon. She channeled the flows all by herself, too; an occasional thought of Lan or Theodrin kept her anger twisted up tight enough. Sooner or later Moghedien was going to be called to account for her crimes, and where would Nynaeve be then, used to drawing on the other woman’s power whenever she wanted? She had to live and work with her own limits. Could Theodrin find a way to break her block? Lan had to be alive, so she could find him. The ache became a pain that bored at her temples. A tightness appeared around Moghedien’s eyes, and she rubbed at her head sometimes, but underneath the fear the bracelet carried a current of what almost seemed contentment. Nynaeve supposed that even when you did not want to teach, it must bring a certain satisfaction. She was not sure she liked Moghedien displaying such a normal human response.
She was not sure how long the lesson went on, with Moghedien murmuring, “Almost” and “Not quite,” but when the door banged open again, she nearly lifted straight up off the mattress. The sudden bolt of fear from Moghedien would have accompanied howling in another woman.
“Have you heard, Nynaeve?” Elayne asked, pushing the door to. “There’s an emissary from the Tower, from Elaida.”
Nynaeve forgot the words she would have shouted if her heart had not been clogging her throat. She even forgot her headache. “An emissary? You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, Nynaeve. Do you think I’d come running for gossip? The whole village is aflutter.”
“I don’t know why,” Nynaeve said sourly. The grating inside her skull was back. And all the goosemint in her scrip of herbs under the bed would not have quieted the burning in her stomach. Would the girl never learn to knock? Moghedien had both hands pressed to her belly as though she could use some goosemint as well. “We did tell them Elaida knew about Salidar.”
“Maybe they believed us,” Elayne said, dropping onto the foot of Nynaeve’s bed, “and maybe they didn’t, but this drove it home. Elaida knows where we are, and likely what we are up to. Any of the servants could be her eyes-and-ears. Maybe even some of the sisters. I caught a glimpse of the emissary, Nynaeve. Pale yellow hair and blue eyes that could freeze the sun. A Red named Tarna Feir, Faolain said. One of the Warders who was keeping guard escorted her in. When she looks at you, she could be looking at a stone.”
Nynaeve looked at Moghedien. “We’re done with the lesson for now. Come back in an hour and you can make the beds.” She waited until Moghedien had gone, tight-lipped and gripping her skirts in fists, then turned to Elayne. “What . . . message did she bring?”
“They certainly didn’t tell me, Nynaeve. Every Aes Sedai I passed was wondering the same thing. I heard when Tarna was told she’d be received by the Hall of the Tower, she laughed. And not as if she was amused. You do not think . . . ” Elayne chewed at her underlip for a moment. “You don’t think they could really decide to . . . ”
“Go back?” Nynaeve said incredulously. “Elaida will want them to come the last ten miles on their knees, and the final mile on their bellies! Even if she didn’t, even if this Red says, ‘Come home. All is forgiven and dinner’s waiting,’ do you think they could brush aside Logain so easily?”
“Nynaeve, Aes Sedai could brush aside anything to make the White Tower whole again. Anything. You don’t understand them the way I do; there were Aes Sedai in the palace from the day I was born. The question now is, what is Tarna saying to the Hall? And what are they saying to her?”
Nynaeve rubbed her arms irritably. She had no answers, only hopes, and her weather sense told her that that hailstorm that was not there was beating the roofs of Salidar like drums. The feeling went on for days.


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Drills up the members of a set that are below a specified layer.
Syntax
DrillupByLayer ( set [,layer] )
| Parameter | Description |
|---|---|
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The set in which the drill-up should occur. |
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The layer of the members that should be drilled up. If omitted, the set is drilled up to the second lowest level found in the set. |
Notes
DrillupLevel can be used as a synonym for DrillupByLayer.
Example
These examples focus on the following hierarchy from the Sample Basic outline:
The following query drills up the members of set to the second generation of the Measures dimension:
SELECT DrillupByLayer ( {[Measures],[Profit], [Margin], [Sales], [COGS] }, Generations([Measures], 2) ) ON COLUMNS FROM Sample.Basic
This query returns the grid:
| Measures | Profit |
| 105522 | 105522 |
With no layer specified, the following query drills up the members of set to the second lowest level found in set:
SELECT DrillupByLayer ( {[Measures],[Profit], [Margin], [Sales], [COGS] } ) ON COLUMNS FROM Sample.Basic
This query returns the grid:
| Measures | Profit | Margin |
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integrity of the sequence:
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GC content of sequence:
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Customized accordion that allows this accordion group component. Accordion
component can be checked
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| Name |
Default |
Description |
| label: string |
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The panel label. |
| icon: node |
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Element used as the icon that will be placed next to panel label. |
| iconSrc: string |
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Deprecated. URL of the icon that will be placed next to panel
label.
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| iconPosition: 'before' | 'after' |
'before'
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Whether the icon should appear after or before the label. |
| assistiveText: string |
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Assistive text to be placed on the right side of the panel. |
| disabled: boolean |
false
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If true, the component will be disabled. |
| padding: string | object |
|
Size of the padding to be applied to the custom area ('xxsmall' | 'xsmall'
| 'small' | 'medium' | 'large' | 'xlarge' | 'xxlarge'). You can pass an
object with 'top', 'bottom', 'left' and 'right' properties in order to
specify different padding sizes.
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/*global requirejs, require, define */
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require({
paths: {
"tpl" : "../tpl",
"jquery": "wrap/jquery",
"modernizr": "wrap/modernizr"
}
},
[
"jquery",
"module/stitches"
],
function($, Stitches) {
"use strict";
$(document).ready(function () {
var selector = ".stitches";
$(selector).each(function () {
var stitches = new Stitches(this);
});
});
});
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sema-engine (Rollup) – default language
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Grammar Editor


Device Configuration
Further notes
This Device includes following interfaces
- SyncSerial-LED-strip may contain a buttload of LEDs
- AsyncSerial-LED-strip may contain a buttload of LEDs
- RGBW-LED-strip with upt to 15 LEDs if internal Boos-converter ist used
- Each I2C-LED-expander contains 16 LEDs
Please note that following power limitations
- Do not exceed 500 mA using the USB-plug
- Do not exceed 2A using the power-plug
- The RGB-Port bears maximum 200 mA in 12-V-mode


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EL PASO, Texas (AP) - Deon Stroud came off the bench to score 14 points to lead UTEP past Division II-member Eastern New Mexico 71-57 on Friday night.
Bryson Williams finished with 12 points, while Souley Boum contributed 11 points and four assists for the Miners (3-0).
Isaiah Murphy had 14 points for the Greyhounds, while Yosnier Cobas scored 11.
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Free Resources
2D Art
Crosshair Pack - Bunch of free crosshair images
3000+ RPG Icons - Free black and white icons that you could use for stats or sills or items in an rpg.
Pixel Explosions - Nice 2d explosions
RPG Enemies - This artist is very prolific on opengameart and has made quite a few RPG and Monster sprites. Very good assets for rpgmaker or a jrpg.
LPC Sprite Sheet Generator - A basic sprite sheet generator for making custom character sprite sheets.
3D Models
- Poly - A good aggregate site for (mostly) low poly 3d models. Many of the models are free as long as you credit the author
- Paragon Models - After Paragon was shut down Epic Games released all of the assets for the game for FREE. Includes characters, animations, and environments. Only for use in the Unreal Engine.
Music/Sound
- GDC Sound Compilations - At GDC 2015 and 2017, developers compiled a 10gb collection of free sound effects from their different projects. Free to use in any game, due to lare file size you have to torrent them. 2017 Torrent 2015 Torrent
- Large Song Compiltaion - T
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The Aviary is a climbing wall located in the AMS Nest on the UBC Vancouver campus. We are open to everybody, and have top rope, lead climbing, and an array of training tools to suit both new and experienced climbers.
Follow us on Facebook for updates and more info!
Membership and Pricing
- Day Pass : $10
- 4 months : $25 ($20 for VOC members)
- 12 months: $50 ($40 for VOC members)
- Rentals (Shoes, harness, belay device): Free for first timers, $5 per visit thereafter
UNFORTUNATELY, WE CAN ONLY ACCEPT CASH PAYMENTS!
Lessons
If you’ve never top rope belayed before, or you feel like you might need a refresher, we can help! We offer free belay lessons!
Come into the gym to book a lesson time. We simply ask that you leave a (refundable) $10 cash deposit to hold your spot.
Waivers
Please note the following:
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- If you’re under 19, you need a parent/guardian signature on your waiver
- Climbers under 16 are welcome, but will need a belayer who is certified and 16 or older.
You can also print and sign a paper waiver at home to save time: PDF Waiver
Hours
Our hours are subject to change at relatively short notice, so be sure to check the calendar before dropping in!
Bookings
The Aviary is available for private bookings. We can accommodate a maximum group size of 12 participants, and no climbing experience is necessary. Bookings must be made at least 2 weeks in advance. Contact us for further details and pricing.
Volunteering
The Aviary is run entirely by volunteers, and we’re always looking for keen new people to join the team! To get involved, you must:
- have been a member at The Aviary for at least 4 months,
- be lead certified at The Aviary,
- be vouched for by two current monitors.
If you meet these criteria, get in touch to discuss how you can help out!
Contact
If the information here is insufficient, either drop by the gym (Nest Room 2206), or send us an email or Facebook message to find out more!


We are going create a simple web portal through nginx by inputting this command: “docker run -d -P ----name web nginx” Next you are going to look for the port and ip address to see where the website is running on, to find this information type “docker port web” and “docker-machine ip default. Type the ip address following the last five digits of the 80/tcp. Example: <IP_ADDRESS>:32781 Once, information is found you can type this in your web browser search bar and you will get a display for a default web server called nginx
To personalize this web page, first you want to create your a directory and call it my site, the command would be mkdir mysite. Next, create a file page in that site called index.html, echo " a new website" > index.html. This just writes text " a new website" on the nginx server.  This will run a webpage on the same IP address as before with the text "a new webiste"
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Preparation time
1-2 hours
Cooking time
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Serves
Serves 4
Red king crabs are plentiful in the oceans around Norway - making this showstopping dish sustainable and delicious!
Preheat the oven to 140C/275F/Gas 1. Line a baking tray with parchment.
For the candied tomatoes, place the tomatoes onto the lined tray and scatter over the garlic, thyme, wild garlic, sugar and olive oil.
Bake for two hours – checking occasionally that they have not dried out too much.
Remove from the oven and set aside – they can be stored in jar topped up with olive oil for two weeks in the fridge.
For the bisque, heat a frying pan until hot, add the olive oil and the crab shell and sauté for a few minutes until golden, then add a knob of butter and the onion, carrot, celery, garlic stems, tarragon and pinch of cayenne and sauté for two minutes.
Add the brandy and flambé (CAUTION: Keep hair and face well away from the flames. Do not leave unattended.). Add the tomato paste and seeds and cook for two minutes.
Add the wine and cook until the volume of the liquid is reduced by three-quarters and just coating the bottom of the pan.
Add the water and bring to a gentle simmer for 25 minutes. Add the double cream and cook for another 10 minutes.
Strain into a clean saucepan then place back on the heat, stirring in the crème fraîche.
Finish with a squeeze of lemon and season to taste. Set aside.
Meanwhile for the galette, line a shallow tray with cling film.
Gently fry the butter, olive oil, shallots and wild garlic in a saucepan over a medium heat for one minute until the shallots are just softened.
Add the milk and water and bring to a simmer then add the polenta and whisk constantly for 1½-2 minutes, until thickened.
Pour onto the lined tray and allow to cool. Then place in the fridge for 10 minutes or until set.
When set, remove from the cling film and cut the polenta into 3cm x 10cm/1¼in x 4in fingers.
Heat a frying pan until medium hot, add the olive oil and fry the polenta fingers on each side until golden brown and slightly crisp. Set aside to drain on kitchen paper.
For the garnish and the crab, brush the wild garlic leaves with a little olive oil on each side.
Cover a microwaveable plate with heatproof cling film then lay the wild garlic leaves on top and cover with more cling film. Place in the microwave and cook on high for two minutes.
Remove and allow to cool for one minute, then peel off the cling film and remove the leaf – it will be crisp.
Place some parchment paper onto a microwaveable plate and pile the parmesan into four lines across the plate.Place in the microwave and cook on high for 30 seconds until the cheese has melted and turned slightly crispy – return to the microwave and cook for another 10 seconds if it’s not melted.
Allow the parmesan crisp to cool for one minute then peel off of the paper.
Toss the rocket in a bowl with the pine nuts, a little lemon juice and olive oil.
Season the crab with salt and black pepper.
Heat a frying pan until hot, add the butter and olive oil and the crab, presentation side down, and fry for 1½ minutes on each side.
Baste with the butter and a squeeze of lemon juice.
To serve, divide the polenta equally among four plates, placing in the centre. Place two pieces of tomato below the polenta.
Cut four of the crab loins into three pieces each and place above the polenta.
Cut the remaining four loins lengthways nearly through and place on top of the polenta.Spoon the rocket along the length of the crab then place the parmesan crisp on top.
Carefully lay a crisp wild garlic leaf on top of the crab and garnish with a few wild garlic flowers. Spoon the bisque around the plates and serve.


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class: center, middle, inverse, title-slide # Next Steps ### Introduction to R
R Bootcamp
### FS 2019 --- layout: true
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Hello Data Scientist!
 --- .pull-left35[ # Data Scientist > *80% of a data scientist’s valuable time is spent simply finding, cleaning, and organizing data, leaving only 20% to actually perform analysis.* > Harvard Business Review ] .pull-right6[

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 ] --- # Stuff we didn't cover .pull-left4[  1. Networks
 2. Statistics
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 5. Rcpp
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 source R-bloggers.com
 ] --- # Networks A <high>social graph</high> of package Co-authors using [`tidyverse`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/tidyverse/index.html) plus [`ggraph`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/ggraph/index.html), an extension for [`ggplot2`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/ggplot2/index.html) for graphs (aka networks) and [`igraph`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/igraph/index.html), an extremely powerful library for network analysis. Find the code and additional explanations [here](https://www.r-bloggers.com/exploring-the-cran-social-network/). .pull-left[

 source R-bloggers.com
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 source R-bloggers.com
 ] --- .pull-left5[ # Stats > "It's easy to lie with statistics; it is easier to lie without them." > Frederick Mosteller
 | Package| Description| |:------|:------------| | [`stats`](https://www.rdocumentation.org/packages/stats/versions/3.5.1) | Linear, generalized linear models, individual tests, and distributions.| | [`lme4`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/lme4/index.html), [`afex`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/afex/index.html) | Mixed-mode, hierarchical regression.| | [`sem`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/sem/index.html), [`lavaan`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/lavaan/index.html), [`OpenMx`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/OpenMx/index.html) | Structural equation modeling. | | [`survival`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/survival/index.html) | Survival analysis. | ] .pull-right4[

 xkcd.com
 ] --- .pull-left5[ # Bayesian statistics > The subjectivist (i.e. Bayesian) states his judgements, whereas the objectivist sweeps them under the carpet by calling assumptions knowledge, and he basks in the glorious objectivity of science. > I. J. Good | Package| Description| |:------|:------------| | [`BayesFactor`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/BayesFactor/index.html), [`rstanarm`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/rstanarm/index.html) | Bayesian linear models. As easy as non-Bayesian methods. | | [`rjags`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/rjags/index.html), [`rstan`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/rstan/index.html) | Build flexible, hierarchical Bayesian models. | | [`mcmc`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/mcmc/index.html)| Metropolis algorithms. | | [`bridgesampling`](https://cran.r-project.org/web/packages/mcmc/index.html)| Estimating marginal likelihoods using bridgesampling. | ] .pull-right4[

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  <high>Sundar Pichai @ Google IO, May 2018</high>
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<br2> Quick Reference Guide
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 --- .pull-left4[ # Websites The web is a great place to learn about R. [Google](www.google.com) or [Rseek](www.rseek.org), which is a wrapper around google to maximize hits related to R. However, most of the time Google works just fine. Just be sure to add *r* to the the search query. Then you will most likely be redirected to one of two pages [R-bloggers](www.r-bloggers.com) is a website on which R users inform each other on the newest developments. See, e.g., Nathaniel's [entry](https://www.r-bloggers.com/the-new-and-improved-pirateplot-now-with-themes/). [Stackoverflow](www.r-bloggers.com) is a website on which R users exchange problems and solutions to problems. Try post something yourself. You will be amazed by the turnaround. ] .pull-right5[

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export CVSROOT=:pserver:cvsanon@cvs.maptools.org:/cvs/maptools/cvsroot cvs login # use empty password" cvs checkout libtiff
This software provides support for the Tag Image File Format (TIFF), a widely used format for storing image data. The latest version of the TIFF specification is available on-line in several different formats.
Included in this software distribution is a library, libtiff, for reading and writing TIFF, a small collection of tools for doing simple manipulations of TIFF images on UNIX systems, and documentation on the library and tools. A small assortment of TIFF-related software for UNIX that has been contributed by others is also included.
The library, along with associated tool programs, should handle most of your needs for reading and writing TIFF images on 32- and 64-bit machines. This software can also be used on older 16-bit systems though it may require some effort and you may need to leave out some of the compression support.
The software was orginally authored and maintained by Sam Leffler. While he keeps a fatherly eye on the mailing list, he is no longer responsible for day to day maintenance.
Questions should be sent to the TIFF mailing list<EMAIL_ADDRESS>with a subscription interface at http://lists.maptools.org/mailman/listinfo/tiff.
The persons responsible for putting up this site and putting together versions >= 3.5.1 are Frank Warmerdam, Andrey Kiselev and Mike Welles.
The following sections are included in this documentation:


July 4, 2021
Long term goal and career pathway
As a long term goal, I would like to fully understand and learn how to think like a developer. I hope to reach a stage where I may be able to logically break down any challenge presented to me and be able to assemble a solution, piece by piece. I hope to work in dynamic, yet flexible, environments and schedules. I hope to contribute to the people and communities around me.
Front-end web development, software development and game development are career paths that I have taken an interest in.
Designing the visual layout and navigational structure of this blog has been a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I like the challenges it presents and how there are a multitude of approaches to tackling them.
I have always loved to create experiences, think outside the box and tell stories. One gateway is through game development. Games and creative media have always been a large part of my life. I am happy to see developers today push the boundaries and perspectives of what games are, what they can achieve, and how they can create a positive change in society. This is a pathway that I will undoubtedly be pursuing as a hobby, and if opportunity presents itself, as a career.
Personal learning strengths and limitations
I think my most prominent strength and weakness is being a perfectionist. In this sprint’s blog creation, I learnt a lot from my cohort and from sources online. I got my site to a working state quickly, but I spent a lot more time adjusting my site than was recommended. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed it and it allowed me to cement what I learned by applying the knowledge.
Another strength of mine is momentum. Once I get stuck into something, I am usually able to make a lot of progress and work for decent stretches at a time.
The counter to my momentum is my weakness of getting distracted. Small breaks are fine, but anything more, and I start to lose my headspace. I often take a while to get back into a productive state after lunch.
Core skills to improve
I would like to be better at my communication. I often struggle to find words or end up tangling them when speaking. I’m not sure why it happens, but I’m aware that it is a problem.
Workload, work habits and routine
I will be on the campus as often as I can to study and work on my assignments. The campus provides a great environment to focus. Adding to this, I will do my best to leave my working mentality at the campus, creating a separation between my study/work and my personal life.
Workload, overcoming obstacles
If it is a problem that I seem to be stuck on, I will take a break and walk away for a bit to clear my mind and come back to it with a fresh perspective, and maybe with some extra help too.
If it is the volume of work that is a problem, then I will spend time to identify what I need to accomplish the Minimum Viable Product (MVP) and set that as my goal. Once I reach that goal, I will shelve it and revisit that work later when/if there is time.
Seeking aid
When I can’t find any answers myself and am in need of help, I will work my way down the list of sources to go through.
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Cohort - I’ll ask my peers first. It is likely someone else has encountered the problem and we can work through it together.
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Facilitator - If a facilitator is free, I’ll ask them and see what we can come up with.
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Slack - The #Foundations channel has a ton of great minds!
Expectations of the facilitation team
Perhaps learn some new concepts or current methodologies of applying our knowledge. I just hope they will be around to assist if/when needed and provide some insight and advice from their experiences about getting a job and working in the industry.
External commitments
For the 15 weeks, I have cleared my schedule from as many external commitments as I can afford.
The only commitments will be for family visits. These are currently unscheduled, but are likely to only fall within the weekend.


ExtendedIterator
class used in many places in Jena.See: Description
| Interface | Description |
|---|---|
| ClosableIterator<T> |
An iterator which should be closed after use.
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| ExtendedIterator<T> |
An ExtendedIterator is a
ClosableIterator on which other operations
are defined for convenience in iterator composition: composition, filtering
in, filtering out, and element mapping.NOTE that the result of these operations consumes the base iterator(s); they do not make independent copies. |
| Map1<From,To> | Deprecated |
| MapFilter<R,S> |
Combines the actions of
Map and Filter , mapping
unacceptable objects to null and acceptable ones to their mapped
value. |
| Class | Description |
|---|---|
| ArrayIterator<T> | Deprecated
Use
Arrays.asList( array ).iterator(); |
| ConcatenatedIterator<T> | Deprecated
Use
Iterator
WrappedIterator |
| Filter<T> | Deprecated |
| FilterIterator<T> |
Creates a sub-Iterator by filtering.
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| IteratorIterator<T> | Deprecated |
| LazyIterator<T> |
An ExtendedIterator that is created lazily.
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| Map1Iterator<From,To> |
An iterator that consumes an underlying iterator and maps its results before
delivering them; supports remove if the underlying iterator does.
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| MapFilterIterator<T,X> |
A MapFilterIterator takes a MapFilter and an [Extended]Iterator and returns a new
ExtendedIterator which delivers the sequence of all non-null elements MapFilter(X)
for X from the base iterator.
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| NiceIterator<T> |
NiceIterator is the standard base class implementing ExtendedIterator.
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| NullIterator<T> |
An empty iterator.
|
| RandomOrderIterator<T> |
RandomOrderIterator - Reorders the elements returned by an Iterator.
|
| SingletonIterator<T> |
A ClosableIterator that contains only one element
|
| UniqueFilter<T> |
A Filter that filters out duplicate values.
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| WrappedIterator<T> |
a WrappedIterator is an ExtendedIterator wrapping around a plain (or
presented as plain) Iterator.
|
A package for defining useful iterators and iterator operations,
including concatenation, mapping, filtering, empty and singleton
iterators, iterator wrappers, and the ExtendedIterator
class used in many places in Jena.
Licenced under the Apache License, Version 2.0


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scroll the mouse wheel to zoom in and out
Companion planting is a practice where the gardener plants certain plants together that benefit eigther one or both plants. Usually, companion plants are shown as lists. This visualisation is an attempt to give another view of the data.
The technology used is open source:
Thank you to B. Hamilton for permission to use the data from Zenful Nepenthes


Why Jive with JS?
Created in only ten days, the divine language of JavaScript is now the most widely used programming language on the web. It brings an amazing variety of functionality to websites, while also creating beautiful visual effects. JS works well with data and processing, too. It is great for front end and backend dev work, helping to relieve strain on web servers. JavaScript syntax is similar to English, making it easier to learn. Last but most certainly not least, JS also has third party add-ons that allow developers further customization. So much to love, it's easy to see why some say JavaScript is the language of the future!
What's not to love?
Not a whole lot can be said negatively about JavaScript, since it's already so well established and functional. As with other languages, however, it can still be manipulated to exploit secure information. Snippets in JS are sometimes sent to corrupt and contaminate users' systems. Also, although it is most recognized by browsers, JS can still sometimes render differently depending on the layout engine. This is becoming less of a concern over time, as most new browser versions are becoming geared towards a universal standard. Some JS skeptics say it will be overtaken by new more sophisticated languages in the future -- I am far from qualified to comment on this question -- but for now JavaScript is prevalent as ever!


Instagram test of hiding ‘likes’ spreading to US
SAN FRANCISCO, Nov 9 — Instagram chief Adam Mosseri yesterday said that a test of hiding “likes” at the image and photo sharing social network will spread to the US.
“Heads up! We’ve been testing making likes private on Instagram in a number of countries this year,” Mosseri said in a tweet.
“We’re expanding those tests to include a small portion of people in the US next week.”
Facebook in September confirmed it is dabbling with no longer making a public display of how many “likes” are racked up by posts.
Such a change could ease pressure to win approval with images, videos or comments and, instead, get people to simply focus on what is in the posts.
Facebook-owned Instagram earlier this year announced it was testing hiding like counts and video view tallies in more than a half-dozen countries, with account holders still able to see the numbers but masking amounts from others.
Twitter has also experimented with hiding numbers of times tweets were “liked” or “retweeted,” according to product lead Kayvon Beykpour.
Twitter found that people engaged less with tweets when they couldn’t see the counts.
“When you remove engagement indicators, people engage less,” Beykpour said while briefing journalists at Twitter headquarters in San Francisco earlier this year. — AFP


| 6 | | Editing wiki text is easy, using any web browser and a simple [WikiFormatting formatting system], rather than more complex markup languages like HTML. The reasoning behind its design is that HTML, with its large collection of nestable tags, is too complicated to allow fast-paced editing, and distracts from the actual content of the pages. Note though that Trac also supports [wiki:WikiHtml HTML], [wiki:WikiRestructuredText reStructuredText] and [http://www.textism.com/tools/textile/ Textile] as alternative markup formats. |
| | 6 | Editing wiki text is easy, using any web browser and a simple [WikiFormatting formatting system], rather than more complex markup languages like HTML. The reasoning behind its design is that HTML, with its large collection of nestable tags, is too complicated to allow fast-paced editing, and distracts from the actual content of the pages. Note though that Trac also supports [WikiHtml HTML], [WikiRestructuredText reStructuredText] and [http://www.textism.com/tools/textile/ Textile] as alternative markup formats. |
| 10 | | The wiki itself does not enforce any structure, but rather resembles a stack of empty sheets of paper, where you can organize information and documentation as you see fit, and later reorganize if necessary. |
| | 10 | The wiki itself does not enforce any structure, but rather resembles a stack of empty sheets of paper, where you can organize information and documentation as you see fit, and later reorganize if necessary. |
| | 11 | As contributing to a wiki is essentially building an hypertext, |
| | 12 | general advice regarding HTML authoring apply here as well. |
| | 13 | For example, the ''[http://www.w3.org/Provider/Style Style Guide for online hypertext]'' explains how to think about the |
| | 14 | [http://www.w3.org/Provider/Style/Structure.html overall structure of a work] |
| | 15 | and how to organize information [http://www.w3.org/Provider/Style/WithinDocument.html within each document]. One of the most important tip is “make your HTML page such that you can read it even if you don't follow any links.” |
| 22 | | Some more information about wiki on the web: |
| 23 | | * http://wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiki |
| 24 | | * http://c2.com/cgi/wiki?WikiHistory |
| 25 | | * http://www.usemod.com/cgi-bin/mb.pl?WhyWikiWorks |
| | 24 | Before saving your changes, you can ''Preview'' the page or ''Review the Changes'' you've made. |
| | 25 | You can get an automatic preview of the formatting as you type when you activate the ''Edit Side-by-side'' mode. '' There is a [wiki:/TracIni#trac-section configurable delay] between when you make your edit and when the automatic preview will update.'' |
| | 26 | |
| | 27 | Some more information about wikis on the web: |
| | 28 | * A definition of [http://wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiki Wiki], in a famous wiki encyclopedia |
| | 29 | * The [http://c2.com/cgi/wiki?WikiHistory History] of the original wiki |
| | 30 | * A wiki page explaining [http://www.usemod.com/cgi-bin/mb.pl?WhyWikiWorks why wiki works] |