‘postpack’ ships with two example mcmc.list
objects to
allow self-contained examples and for users to practice using
‘postpack’. The mcmc.list
objects can be loaded using:
Both objects come from a JAGS model fitted to simulated data. The two objects are from two separate, but highly similar models. The output was thinned heavily to reduce file size, see:
postpack::post_dim(cjs)
## burn post_burn thin chains saved params
## 11000 50000 200 2 500 21
Each of two chains was ran for 61,000 iterations – 11,000 were adapting/burn-in phase and 50,000 were after burn-in. Chains were thinned at an interval of 200 iterations, resulting in 500 total saved samples per 21 parameters (elements in the model).
Posterior samples were generated from a model fitted to a hypothetical (i.e., simulated) data set. Suppose for 5 years, biologists individually tagged juvenile salmon in the headwaters of a river system before the fish made their migration out to sea. The length of each fish was measured as well, and it is safe to assume tagged fish are a random sample from the larger population and that they were all released at the same time within a given year.
Three receiver arrays exist in the river that can detect fish as they move past them, but they are imperfect (sometimes a receiver will not detect a tagged fish passing it). The principle research goal is to quantify whether survival during migration is associated with fish size.
Known quantities necessary for fitting the model (see below) include:
nt
: number of yearsyear
: year indicator variableJ
: number of times each fish can be detected, including
tagging eventN
: number of fish tagged in the study (across all
years)y
: detection history matrix (N
by
J
); 1 if fish seen that event, 0 if not.The model is a Cormack-Jolly-Seber survival model. It estimates survival and detection probabilities based on individually-identifiable tagged fish. Based on how often a fish is not seen at a location and then seen at a later location, it is possible to estimate detection probabilities. Then, based on how often a fish is never seen again, it is possible to estimate survival probabilities1.
This is a state-space formulation, where there are explicit random
processes for both the true state of each fish (alive or dead) and the
observed state of each fish (detected or not detected) in each event.
Both are Bernoulli random variables, with z
representing
the true state (0 = dead; 1 = alive) and y
representing the
observed state (0 = not detected; 1 = detected). It is assumed that fish
cannot be detected if they are dead. Survival probability between two
consecutive detection events for fish i
is denoted by
phi[i]
and for this model is expressed as a logit-linear
function of fish size (FL[i]
, scaled and centered prior to
model fitting), with random slopes and intercepts for each year.
Detection probability for this model is assumed to vary among detection
arrays, but is constant across years for a given array.
Here is the JAGS code for this model:
model{
# HYPERPARAMETERS: SURVIVAL COEFFICIENTS AND VARIABILITY
B0 ~ dnorm(0, 0.001)
B1 ~ dnorm(0, 0.001)
sig_B0 ~ dunif(0,10)
sig_B1 ~ dunif(0,10)
rho ~ dunif(-1,1)
# COVARIANCE MATRIX FOR YEAR-SPECIFIC SURVIVAL COEFFICIENTS
SIG[1,1] <- sig_B0^2
SIG[2,2] <- sig_B1^2
SIG[2,1] <- sig_B0 * sig_B1 * rho
SIG[1,2] <- sig_B0 * sig_B1 * rho
# YEAR-SPECIFIC SURVIVAL COEFFICIENTS
Bmean[1] <- B0
Bmean[2] <- B1
for (t in 1:nt) {
b[t,1:2] ~ dmnorm.vcov(Bmean[1:2], SIG[1:2,1:2])
b0[t] <- b[t,1]
b1[t] <- b[t,2]
}
# DETECTION PROBABILITY: OCCASION-SPECIFIC, BUT YEAR-CONSTANT
for (j in 2:J) {
p[j] ~ dunif(0,1)
}
# LIKELIHOOD
for (i in 1:N) {
# obtain fish-specific survival based on size
logit(phi[i]) <- b0[year[i]] + b1[year[i]] * FL[i]
for (j in 2:J) {
# latent survival process:
# must have been alive last period to be alive this period
z[i,j] ~ dbern(z[i,j-1] * phi[i])
# observation process:
# must be alive this period to be detected this period
y[i,j] ~ dbern(z[i,j] * p[j])
}
}
}
Parameter definitions:
B0
: intercept of logit-linear survival vs. length
relationship: global mean across yearsB1
: slope of logit-linear survival v. length
relationship: global mean across yearsb0[1:5]
: year-specific survival random interceptsb1[1:5]
: year-specific survival random slopessig_B0
: standard deviation of year-specific
interceptssig_B1
: standard deviation of year-specific slopesrho
: correlation between random intercepts and
slopesSIG[1:2,1:2]
: variance-covariance matrix modeling the
covariance between random slopes and interceptsp[2:4]
: detection probability for each receiver array,
assumed constant across years (note the first detection occasion is not
modeled because that is the tagging event – all fish were alive and
detected)The mcmc.list
object accessed via data(cjs)
is from this model exactly, the one found in
data(cjs_no_rho)
is from the same model, but with the
rho
parameter fixed at zero rather than estimating its
value.
The nodes that were monitored include:
postpack::get_params(cjs, type = "base_index")
## [1] "B0" "sig_B0" "B1" "sig_B1" "b0[1]" "b0[2]"
## [7] "b0[3]" "b0[4]" "b0[5]" "b1[1]" "b1[2]" "b1[3]"
## [13] "b1[4]" "b1[5]" "SIG[1,1]" "SIG[2,1]" "SIG[1,2]" "SIG[2,2]"
## [19] "p[2]" "p[3]" "p[4]"
Readers interested in this kind of model are encouraged to refer to Bayesian Population Analysis using WinBUGS: A Hierarchical Perspective by Marc Kéry and Michael Schuab.↩


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Would talking to ‘it’ work?.
The Association President Goh Gun-Hui quietly observed the uninvited guest
“…”.
However, the creature didn’t say anything
Different from other monsters, though, it didn’t immediately bare its fangs . No, it just sat there in silence while ignoring the owner of this office altogether
As this uncomfortable silence persisted for a brief period, Goh Gun-Hui found himself with an opportunity to study his new opponent in detail
‘It looks exactly like an Ice Elf . ’.
An Ice Elf, often referred to as the White Phantom, was a monster commonly seen within upper-ranked dungeons . The unique appearances of these creatures were well known among the Hunters by now
Strangely enough, although this uninvited guest’s countenance did possess all the general features of an Ice Elf, there were a few clear differences present as well . That made him question whether this creature was actually from the same Ice Elf race or not
‘It’s as if… . ’.
… . If the Ice Elves were trees that formed part of a forest, then this silent guest of his was like an aged tree guarding a desiccated forest all by itself
Its skin was cracking up like the bark of a tree; its fingers were bony; a tangled, messy beard on its chin and two deeply-sunken, hollow-looking eyes
If an Ice Elf managed to live for hundreds, no, thousands of years, then it might look like this guy . It was that kind of face
The unusual points didn’t end at the creature’s face, though
Gulp
Goh Gun-Hui swallowed his dry saliva, unbeknownst to even himself
‘Its presence… I couldn’t sense its presence at all . ’.
An uninvited guest had entered in complete silence and settled down on the couch, yet he had failed to sense its approach until he got to confirm the truth with his own two eyes
His ultra-sharp senses wouldn’t have missed this creature’s arrival if it was nothing but an ordinary monster
‘… . This is not an opponent that I can deal with . ’.
Goh Gun-Hui quickly assessed his situation, and then, very softly flipped his smartphone up to glance at the screen in order to signal for help
When he did that, the monster shifted its gaze over to him
[All contacts with the outside world have been cut off in this space . ].
Flinch
Goh Gun-Hui confirmed that the smartphone had no signal, just as the creature had said, and put the device down
“Am I dreaming a bad dream right now?”.
Not only did a monster intrude into the HQ of Korea’s Hunter’s Association right in the middle of Seoul, it even began speaking in Korean, too . If this wasn’t the very definition of a bad dream, then what else could be?.
It was then
“Keuk!”.
Goh Gun-Hui felt a sharp pain brush past his left shoulder and quickly grabbed it tight
‘Something’ happened the moment this monster pointed at him . He cautiously lifted his hand away to discover a cut wound on the shoulder, as if something sharp had sliced him up
The truly mystifying thing was, even though his flesh had been sliced open, not a drop of blood came from the wound . Instead, the area around the cut had been frozen solid and white frost had settled around it
‘Just… how??’.
Goh Gun-Hui dazedly stared at his wound before raising his head back up . The monster was still sitting relaxedly on the same spot in the couch
[Do you think that pain is also a part of your dream?].
Goh Gun-Hui nodded his head
“I see . So, this is reality . In that case, let me ask you again . Just what are you?”.
[I wanted you to recognise me first, but, in the end, you were just a simple human . ].
“Just a human… . ??”.
The monster slowly stood up from the couch
At the same time, couches, the coffee table, and other furniture nearby the creature were shoved violently away and crashed into the walls
Kwa-du-duk!!.
The furniture froze up in an instant and got stuck on the walls
‘Oh, my god… . ’.
Goh Gun-Hui’s eyes opened wider
The goosebumps-inducing chill slowly permeated into the office of the Association President
[I don’t have a habit of toying around with a weakling . Reveal yourself, Fragment of the Brilliant Light . ].
Just who would dare to label Goh Gun-Hui as a weakling in this world?.
However, he realised that he couldn’t dispute that claim . The creature before his eyes possessed this Mt . Tai-like authoritative power, and whenever it opened its mouth, its voice reverberated and exploded like a thunderclap
[Hurry up!].
This thing was on another realm compared to him
He possessed incomparably excellent senses, so he could instantly figure out the differences between his and his opponent’s power level
Cold perspiration soaked his forehead
[Are you worried about your vessel breaking? Even if it was not you, your vessel’s lifespan is almost over, anyway . ].
The monster then added, [But, if you’re hiding away because you’re scared, then…] before flipping both of his palms up to face the ceiling . Right away, spine-chilling cold air began condensing there
[… . Then, there is no point in talking to you anymore . ].
“…??”.
Goh Gun-Hui fell into an extreme case of confusion from the indecipherable utterance of his opponent, but in the meantime, that incredibly cold air flew out from one of the monster’s hands
KWA-BOOM!!.
A powerful explosion swept away the spot where Goh Gun-Hui had been standing on
White smoke created from the extreme coldness rose up like a veil of fog and covered the surroundings until it was impossible to see anything
But then, a pair of flames emitting pure light began burning brightly within this smoke . Those were a pair of eyes glowing in a golden hue
The monster confirmed the colour of the light oozing out from the screen of whiteness and formed an eerie smile, before throwing the remaining clump of cold air in its other hand
“Hmph!”.
Goh Gun-Hui swung his arm and swiped that cold air away . It was flung away and crashed heavily against the wall
Boom!!.
The cold air exploded and the entirety of the wall was blown away . Through the gaping opening, one could see a space filled with endless pitch-black darkness
The white smoke obscuring the view slowly dissipated, and the unhurt Association President Goh Gun-Hui was revealed in full . Not just his two eyes, but his whole body was enveloped in this stupendous golden aura that wavered around gently in the air
“You separated the President’s office and hid it in between dimensions . Quite impressive . ”.
A completely different voice than how he normally sounded came out from Goh Gun-Hui’s mouth . The monster began speaking again
[Finally… finally, we get to meet each other . Oh, Fragment of the most Brilliant Light . I’ve wandered around for a long time to locate you . But, who’d have thought that you were confined in a broken vessel and couldn’t even wield your own powers . ].
Unlike the tone of voice that sounded emotional, the monster’s expression remained unchanging . With a frozen-stiff face, it continued to speak
[We have already located the whereabouts of your other seven comrades . And we have destroyed two fragments by now . ].
This time, it was Goh Gun-Hui’s expression’s turn to harden . Not only him, but the locations of all the Rulers had been exposed, and two had already lost their vessels, as well?.
Such a counterattack was out of the Rulers’ expectations
[That look on your face . ].
The monster formed a creepy smile
[I always wished to see the panic and fluster in that arrogant, haughty expression of yours .  ].
“Do your worst, Sovereign of Frost!!”.
Goh Gun-Hui roared out thunderously!.
The wavering golden aura surrounding his body intensified by a step, before transforming into a figure emitting this bright light from his entire body . The darkness filling up the space beyond was illuminated brightly in an instant
However, even though it was being subjected to this incredible power, the Sovereign of Frost didn’t bother to wipe that ridiculing smile off its lips
[Are you planning to resist me? How foolish . ].
Ice-cold white light oozed out from the Sovereign’s eyes . At the same time, the floor beneath its feet began freezing up
Just like how the bright golden light was enveloping Goh Gun-Hui, the intense and bitterly cold air surrounded the Sovereign’s entire figure . And then, the creature bared its fangs
[You merely borrow a human’s body, while I have taken over mine . Do you believe that you can even touch a hair on my body?].
At this moment, when the Sovereign had let down its guard – Goh Gun-Hui instinctively realised that this could be his only chance and dashed forward like an arrow to pounce on the Sovereign
Unfortunately, the opponent’s reaction was definitely not slow, either
KWANG!!.
The golden light and the cold air got into a messy tangle and caused a series of intense explosions
Boom!! Kwahng! Kwa-Boom!!.
But, as the battle became protracted, Goh Gun-Hui’s movements visibly dulled . Compared to his enemy, the injuries on his body continued to accumulate . As his actions got harsher and heavier, more and more white steam leaked out from his panting mouth
“Hah-ahk . ”.
The length of time a patient at death’s doorstep could fight while stuck in such coldness was at best, two minutes tops . Just as the Sovereign had alluded to, the result of this fight was already set in stone
His stamina had already reached its limit
Goh Gun-Hui had already expended more than the permitted amount of magical energy his body could handle . His eyes became bloodshot, and blood began leaking out from the corner of his lips
Too bad, all of his efforts were for naught
Stab!.
A sharp ice spike stabbed directly into his chest and emerged out his back
“Keo-heok!”.
Goh Gun-Hui spat out a mouthful of blood
The Sovereign of Frost inflicted a mortal wound on its opponent with an ice spike shooting out from the tip of its hand . Seeing the status of its victim, the creature clicked its tongue as if to lament this situation
[Is that as far your vessel can go? How pathetic, oh, Fragment of the Brilliant Light . ].
Goh Gun-Hui’s head was lowered as he breathed and wheezed painfully . The Sovereign of Frost looked down on him
[How long will you take to find new vessels? One year? Two years? Unfortunately for you, our armies have already arrived in this world . ].
Everything in this world would be destroyed and gone well before the arrival of the Rulers’ soldiers
[It was your mistake trying to save the denizens of this world . Did we look like such weak opponents that you thought you could win even when diverting your attention to something else?].
The Sovereign of Frost formed a victorious smile
[Well, then… . ].
To put the icing on this cake, the Sovereign raised its other hand and got ready . Cold aura began condensing in this raised hand
The final attack to end the life of the human acting as a Ruler’s vessel was taking its shape . But, then…
“Ku-hot . Ahahaha-!!”.
Out of the blue, Goh Gun-Hui’s blood-soaked lips broke out into hoarse laughter . The Sovereign’s hand stopped moving
[… . ?].
Goh Gun-Hui panted heavily as he intensely glared at his enemy
“You think I, cough, fought you without a plan?”.
His left hand powerfully and tightly grasped the Sovereign’s wrist just beneath his chest
“Just like how we didn’t expect you to imitate our ways, a huge variable has occurred that exceeds your expectation . ”.
[… . A variable?].
The eyes of the Sovereign grew wider as it studied the expression of confidence on Goh Gun-Hui’s face
A bluff? No, it couldn’t be – his expression was too loaded with hidden meanings for that . Just as the Sovereign’s thoughts arrived at that point….
… . The creature had to hurriedly tilt its head to the side
‘… !!’.
Truly by a paper-thin margin, an incredible amount of magical energy shot past the location where its head was only a millisecond ago . The attack was so powerful that it even burnt away Goh Gun-Hui’s right arm after firing it
The magic energy crashed into the opposite wall of the separated space and caused a ginormous explosion
KWA-BOOM!!.
The entirety of the separated space trembled from the sheer power
If such an attack found its intended target, just what might have happened?.
‘… . That was dangerous . ’.
Too bad for the human, the Sovereign had sensed the enemy’s intention in that instant and as a result, was able to dodge it at the very last possible moment . The Sovereign stared at Goh Gun-Hui, who must’ve exhausted all of his remaining energy from that attack, and formed a smile
[Was that your final hidden card?].
That smile was clearly one of ridicule . However, Goh Gun-Hui was smiling along, as well
“That’s right . ”.
The Sovereign discovered that smile floating up on the pale, waning face of the human and began feeling this puzzling sense of encroaching ill omen
How come….
How come it was being overwhelmed by this creeping chill, even though victory was at hand? Its puzzlement didn’t last for long, though
Crack-!.
‘… . ??’.
The Sovereign’s gaze quickly shifted to its rear
The barrier separating this space from the outside was crumbling into pieces after that enormous magical energy slammed into it
‘Was this his original intention?’.
Even then, didn’t this act ultimately a meaningless resistance?.
[Nothing would change just because the wall between the dimensions break down . ].
It was then, the consciousness of the Ruler dwelling within the old man’s body raised the corner of his lips
“Will it… really be that way?”.
Crash-!!.
Soon, the barrier shattered completely and the space regained its original appearance
Lights from the other buildings; cars on the streets below those buildings; and the President’s office, too . Everything returned to their original place
Which meant….
Goh Gun-Hui summoned up the last of his strength and shouted at the ground beneath him
“Now!”.
From beneath his feet, a blob separated from his shadow and rapidly transformed into that of a certain ant . This creature avoided the Sovereign altogether and, while screeching out loudly, jumped outside the window
Kiiehhk-!!.
The Sovereign quickly shifted its gaze over to that creature . It couldn’t understand why a denizen of the chaos world suddenly appeared here
However, it was just that, a lone denizen . It was just a weakling of a soldier that submitted to the King of Insects . That was all
Even then – the Sovereign couldn’t rip its eyes away from that ant getting further and further away
‘…Could it be??’.
Eventually, the Sovereign’s brows shot up higher
‘Ah, ah!’.
It should have realised the truth from the beginning
It should have realised that the reason why the Fragment of the Brilliant Light poured out enough power to shatter the barrier even at the heavy cost to the human’s body, when the Ruler always chose to conserve its strength, worried that the vessel would break sooner if it went all out
Indeed, the b*stard hadn’t been resisting so bitterly in order to escape from the barrier . There was yet another reason behind his actions
‘No!’.
The Sovereign of Frost belatedly realised the identity of that ant and its eyes grew even wider than before
Pah-bahk!.
The Sovereign hurriedly discarded Goh Gun-Hui and leapt in the direction where that ant had run off to . Cold air coalesced in its hand and froze up to create an ice sickle
The creature instantly arrived at the ant’s location and slammed down with its ice sickle . But then….
Grab!.
The wrist wielding the sickle was immediately grabbed by someone’s hand . The grasping power was so great that the Sovereign couldn’t retract its arm at all, no matter what
But, even before the creature had any time to be surprised by that power, its neck was grabbed hard, too
[Keok!].
The Sovereign of Frost confirmed just who appeared in the spot where the ant had disappeared from and felt its heart tumble to the pit of its stomach . And then, it asked in a disbelieving tone of voice
[But, you… Why?].
Meanwhile, Jin-Woo grasped the neck of this Sovereign of Frost tightly so it wouldn’t be able to escape, and shot it a puzzled look
“An Ice Elf?”.
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About Me
Hi! I’m Baris :) I’m a software engineer based in Munich. I’m specialized in Machine Learning applications in Robotics field. I am most proud of the Reinforcement Learning for autonomous robotics grasping project, which was featured as Editor’s Pick on Towards Data Science publication link to post.
I am constantly challenging myself with new goals. Recently, I passed the Workera machine learning engineer certification. I am also learning meta-learning in object-detection field and developing a basic project. Feel free to contact me via e-mail.
The technologies I am post comfortable with are:
- Python
- C++
- Javascript
- Tensorflow
- Pandas
- matplotlib
- OpenAI Gym
- ROS
- Gazebo
- PyBullet
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Projects
Learning object grasping from raw depth sensor data with Reinforcement Learning in Pybullet simulation.
This project has begun with my master’s thesis project- full report can be foud here. I developed the project even further after I handed my dissertation. It evolved to a fully open-source project that aims to help all robotics enthusiast. This projects presents a convenient way to train robotics hand for object manipulation. It includes two different scenes(table and plane) to test the trained model. It uses OpenAI-Gym to describe the environment. It has built-in support for depth, RGB-D and auto-encoder observation. There are trained models in SAC, DQN and in BDQ Reinforcement Learning algorithm.
The trainning structure supports curriculum learning, shaped reward integration for speeding up the training.
Controlling the tendons of the Roboy with PPO algorithm. Trained the agent on
Roboy’s joints are actuated with tendons, akin to humans. It is challenging to control the length of tendon to build to move the joint in a specified problem. The traditional control approach suffers to perform, because of the modelling difficulties, such as elasticity of the tendon or the uncertainty of the tendon length when it is wrapped around the pulley.
Therefore we developed an adaptable system with Deep Reinforcement Learning. We describe the environment with OpenAI gym and trained the model with PPO algorithm on Google Cloud Platform. I implemented the gym interface and the physics simulations helper functions.
Term project of 3D Scanning and Motion Capture course at TUM. 3D Reconstructed the world and interacted with it in Unity
Developed a real-time kinect fusion pipeline for reconstruction and augment reality application. We used Iterative Closest Point(ICP) algorithm for camera tracking and marching cubes to extract the meshes.
Detect hand gestures with SSD transfer to Gazebo simulation via ROS
Roboy is one of the biggest student teams in Technical University of Munich. We are developing a tendon-actuated humanoid robot. One part of the project was to detect the hand with SSD model in a real-time video stream from Leap Motion camera. The other part is the classify the hand with a specific gesture-id. This gesture is then passed to the simulation of the Hand model via ROS communication.
Hand model is develop based on a previous template on AutoDesk Fusion
Web service to facilitate the communication between extreme sporters. Developed on Ruby on Rails and deployed with heroku
I started this project to familiarize myself with web development in the early stages of my university education :) The website is based on RESTFUL api. Every user can add a category(accomodation, transport, guidance) for a specific extreme sport type(Rock Climbing, Ski Touring or Wind Surf). It allows user to search functionality with elasticsearch plugin.
Fleet Management application that makes use of BMW Car-Data API. Developed with Node.js and MongoDB in the backend and react in the front-end
As part of Technical Unviversity Munich’s mobility services course in coordination with BMW, we developed a Fleet Management application using BMW CarData. We used MongoDB, Express.js and Node.js in the backend and React for the front-end.
Experience
Human Brain Project
Research Assistant
October 2020 - December 2020
https://www.humanbrainproject.eu/en/
The Human Brain Project aims to put in place a cutting-edge research infrastructure that will allow scientific and industrial researchers to advance our knowledge in the fields of neuroscience, computing, and brain-related medicine
I was responsible to improve Neurorobotics platform. I designed the Gazebo simulation environment in order to train the Kuka robot to learn object grasping. I designed the communication API with ROS in Docker container to enable the training with stable baselines reinforcement learning algorithms.
Magazino develops and builds intelligent, mobile robots for intralogistics.
I took on the role to simulate the CANbus motor communication. I contributed the test stack to continously on Jenkins for software department.
I developed a ROS package to collect data from the TORU robot for the box unstacking process. Later, I processed the data with pandas and visualized it with matplotlib
Education
Technical University of Munich
MSc. Computer Science
2017 - 2020
Computer Science department ranked 14th in the world in 2021
I actively took part in Roboy student team, where I did 3 projects. I was awarded the TUM graduation scholarship. Graduated with 1.7/5 GPA (1 is the max)
BME - Budapest Technology University
BSc. Robotics Engineering
2016 - 2016
Oldest university of Hungary opened in 1635
I spent my exchange semester at Budapest. I met so many cool people around the world and finished the semester with a 3.45/4 GPA.
Sabanci University
BSc. Robotics Engineering
2012 - 2017
Selected the most innovative University of Turkey 5 times in a row from 2012-2017. Rankings page
Sabanci University is a unique university in Turkey, it allows students to select their courses flexibly. Students can easily change their major. I took advantage of this system and attended courses from Robotics, Electronics and Computer Science departments. I graduated with 3.25/4 GPA(4 is the max)
I led the Mountaineering Club between 2014-2015 - SUDOSK. I organized and led many educational camps in Turkey with over 25 participants. I restructured the theoretical climbing education and maintained the official communication between the club and the University.


Projects
List of Github Repositories
- My-first-website
- Portfolio-landing-page
- Branching-test-project
- Resort-website
Description of my first website which uses HTML & CSS
Description of the portfolio-landing-page website which uses HTML & CSS
Description of the portfolio-landing-page website which uses HTML & CSS
Description of the portfolio-landing-page website which uses HTML & CSS
About Me
Education
Most of background study i used to love the most was computer studies. Since 2000s and the present time, all of the articles that I've been studying is about technology and its advancements throughout the various sectors of the economy.- Presbyterian University of East Africa: 2010 - 2014
- Ambira High School: 2007 - 2010
- Olympic Primary School: 1998 - 2005
Job Experience
Most of the job experience was through freelancing and referrals from other clients- Nairobi County Website
- Kengen Geothermal Staff Portal & Website
- Griick Interior Designers
Hobbies
- Travelling
- Fishing
- Socialising


Preparation time
less than 30 mins
Cooking time
30 mins to 1 hour
Serves
Serves 4
A classic Venetian dish, granseola is actually spider crab meat. This is hard to come by so do feel free to use white crab meat instead. The flavour that makes this dish for me is the Byzantine spice mix.
Preheat the oven to180C/160C Fan/Gas 4.
For the spice mix, put all of the ingredients in a pestle and mortar and pound to a smooth mix. Alternatively use an electric spice grinder. Store in an airtight tin or box.
Bake the potatoes for 50 minutes, or until very soft and leave to cool.
Meanwhile, make the prawn stock, heat the olive oil in a large pan over a medium heat. Add the garlic and the prawn heads and shells. Stir-fry for a couple of minutes before adding the tomato purée, salt and 300ml/10fl oz water. Cook for 10 minutes, then pass through a sieve, pushing down on the shells to extract as much of the prawn flavour as you can. Discard the shells and set the stock aside.
When the potatoes are cool, scoop the flesh out from the skins and mash it or pass or through a potato ricer. Mix with the flour, salt and egg to make a firm dough. Roll the mixture into 1cm/½in thick sausages, cut into 2cm/¾in lengths. Cover and set aside.
For the sauce, heat the olive oil in a pan over a medium heat and sweat the onion and garlic for 5 minutes, or until soft. Add the chilli flakes and Byzantine spice mix and stir for 1 minute. Add the prawn stock, bring to a simmer to reduce down a little, then whisk in the knob of butter.
Bring a pot of salted water to the boil. Boil the gnocchi for 3 minutes, or until they rise to the surface. Drain and keep warm.
Stir the parsley and crab meat into the sauce, then pour over the cooked gnocchi and serve.


Rand’s shirt clung to him with the sweat of effort, but he kept his coat on for protection from the wind gusting toward Cairhien. The sun had at least another hour to reach its noonday peak, yet already he felt as if he had run all morning and been beaten with a club at the finish. Wrapped in the Void, he was only distantly aware of the weariness, dimly perceiving the ache in arms and shoulders, in the small of his back, a throb around the tender scar in his side. That he was aware of them at all told the story. With the Power in him, he could make out individual leaves on the trees at a hundred paces, but whatever happened to him physically should have been as if it were happening to someone else.
He had long since taken to drawing on saidin through the angreal in his pocket, the stone carving of the fat little man. Even so, working the Power was a strain now, weaving it at this distance of miles, but only the rancid threads streaking what he drew kept him from pulling more, from trying to pull it all to him. The Power was that sweet, taint or no. After hours of channeling without rest, he was that tired. At the same time, he had to fight saidin itself harder, to put more of his strength into keeping it from burning him to ash where he stood, from burning his mind to ash. It was ever more difficult to hold off saidin’s destruction, more difficult to resist the desire to draw more, more difficult to handle what he did draw. A nasty downward spiral, and hours to go before the battle was decided.
Wiping sweat from his eyes, he gripped the platform’s rough railing. He was near the brink, yet he was stronger than Egwene or Aviendha, The Aiel woman was standing, peering off toward Cairhien and the storm clouds, occasionally bending to stare through the long looking glass; Egwene sat cross-legged, leaning back against an upright still covered in gray bark, her eyes closed. They both looked as worked out as he felt.
Before he could do anything—not that he knew what; he had no skill at Healing—Egwene’s eyes opened, and she stood, exchanging a few quiet words with Aviendha that the wind snatched away from even his saidin-enhanced hearing. Then Aviendha sat down in Egwene’s place and let her head fall back against the upright. The black clouds around the city continued to stab lightning, but they were wild forks far more often than single lances now.
So they were taking turns, giving each other a rest. It would have been nice to have someone do that with him, but he did not regret telling Asmodean to stay in his tent. He would not have trusted him to channel. Especially not now. Who could say what he would have done when he saw Rand weakened as he was?
Staggering slightly, Rand pulled his looking glass around to study the hills outside the city. Life was certainly visible there now. And death. Wherever he looked there was fighting, Aiel against Aiel, a thousand here, five thousand there, swarming over the treeless hills and too closely meshed for him to do anything. He could not find the column of horse and pike.
Three times he had seen them, once fighting twice their number of Aiel. He was certain they were still out there. Small hope that Melanril had decided to obey his orders at this late juncture. Choosing the man just because he had the grace to be embarrassed by Weiramon’s behavior had been a mistake, but there had been little time to make a choice, and he had had to get rid of Weiramon. Nothing to be done about it now. Maybe one of the Cairhienin could be put in command. If even his direct order would make the Tairens follow a Cairhienin.
A milling mass right at the city’s high gray wall caught his eye. Tall iron-bound gates stood open, Aiel battling horsemen and spearmen almost in the open while folk tried to close the gates, tried and failed because of the press of bodies. Horses with empty saddles and armored men unmoving on the ground half a mile from the gate marked where the sortie had been driven back. Arrows rained down from the walls, and head-sized chunks of rubble—even occasional spears slashing down with enough force to spit two men, or three, though he still could not see from where exactly—but the Aiel were going over their dead, ever closer to forcing their way in. A quick scan showed him two more columns of Aiel trotting toward the gates, perhaps three thousand all told. He did not doubt that they were Couladin’s as well.
He was aware of grinding his teeth. If the Shaido got inside Cairhien, he would never drive them north. He would have to dig them out street by street; the cost in lives would dwarf the number of those already dead, and the city itself would end a ruin like Eianrod, if not Taien. Cairhienin and Shaido were mingled like ants in a bowl, but he had to do something.
Taking a deep breath, he channeled. The two women had set the conditions, bringing the storm clouds; he did not need to be able to see their weavings to take advantage of them. Stark silver-blue lightning struck into the Aiel, once, twice, again, as fast as a man could clap.
Rand jerked his head up, blinking away the burning lines that still seemed to cross his sight, and when he looked through the long tube again, Shaido lay like cut barley all around where the bolts had fallen. Men and horses thrashed on the ground closer to the gates, too, and some did not move at all, but the uninjured were dragging the injured and the gates were beginning to close.
How many won’t make it back inside? How many of my own did I kill? The cold truth was that it did not matter. It had had to be done, and it was done.
And well it was. Distantly he felt his knees wobbling. He would have to pace himself if he was to last the rest of the day. No more laying about him everywhere; he had to spot where he was particularly needed, where he could make a—
The storm clouds were massed only over the city and the hills to the south, but that did not stop lightning from slashing out of the clear, cloudless sky above the tower, flashing down into the gathered Maidens below with a deafening crack.
Hair lifting with the tingle in the air, Rand stared. He could feel that bolt in another way, feel the weaving of saidin that had made it. So Asmodean was tempted even back in the tents.
There was no time for thought, though. Like rapid beats on a giant drum, bolt followed bolt, marching through the Maidens until the last struck the base of the tower in an explosion of splinters the size of arms and legs.
As the tower slowly began to slant over, Rand threw himself at Egwene and Aviendha. Somehow he managed to scoop them both into one arm, then wrap the other around an upright on what was now the upslope side of the platform. They stared at him wide-eyed, mouths coming open, but there was no more time for speaking than for thinking. The shattered log tower toppled, crashing through the branches of the trees. For an instant he believed they might cushion the fall.
With a snap, the upright he clung to broke off. The ground came up and knocked all the breath out of him a heartbeat before the women came down on top of him. Darkness rolled in.
He regained consciousness slowly. Hearing returned first.
“ . . . have dug us up like a boulder and sent us rolling downhill in the night.” It was Aviendha’s voice, low, as if she spoke for her own ears. There was something moving on his face. “You have taken away what we are, what we were. You must give us something in return, something to be. We need you.” The moving thing slowed, touched more softly. “I need you. Not for myself, you will understand. For Elayne. What is between her and me now is between her and me, but I will hand you to her. I will. If you die, I will carry your corpse to her! If you die—!”
His eyes popped open, and for a moment they stared at each other almost nose to nose.  She straightened jerkily, folding a damp cloth stained with blood, and began dabbing at his forehead with considerably more force than before.
“I’ve no intention of dying,” he told her, though in truth he was not sure of that at all. The Void and saidin were gone, of course. Just thinking of losing them as he had made him shiver; it was pure luck that saidin had not scoured his mind blank in that last instant. Just thinking of seizing the Source again made him groan. Without the Void for buffer, he felt every ache, every bruise and scrape, to the fullest. He was so tired he could have dropped off to sleep at once if he had not hurt so much. As well he did hurt, then, because he surely could not sleep. Not for a long time, yet.
 No wonder that a fall like that had broken open the half-healed, never-healed wound. He did not seem to be bleeding too badly, but if the Maidens saw it, or Egwene, or even Aviendha, he might have a fight to keep from being hauled off to Moiraine for Healing. He had too much to do yet for that—being Healed on top of everything else would act on him like a cudgel to the temple—and besides, there must be far worse hurt than what he suffered for her to deal with.
Grimacing, suppressing another groan, he got to his feet with only a little help from Aviendha. And promptly forgot about his injuries.
Sulin sat on the ground nearby, with Egwene bandaging a bloody split in her scalp and muttering fiercely at herself because she did not know how to Heal, but the white-haired Maiden was not the only casualty, and not the worst by far. Everywhere cadin’sor-clad women were covering the dead with blankets, and tending those who had merely been burned, if “merely” could be used for lightning burns. Except for Egwene’s grumbling, the hilltop lay in near silence, even the injured women quiet save for hoarse breathing.
The log tower, all but unrecognizable now, had not spared the Maidens in its fall, breaking arms and legs, tearing open gashes.  Jolien. One of those who first crossed the Dragonwall to search for He Who Comes With The Dawn. She had gone to the Stone of Tear for him. And now she was dead. For him. Oh, you’ve done well at keeping the Maidens from harm, he thought bitterly. Very well indeed.
He could still feel the lightning, or rather the residue of its making. Almost like the after-image burned into his eyes earlier, he could trace the weave, though it was fading. To his surprise, it led west, not back toward the tents. Not Asmodean, then.
“Sammael.” He was sure of it. Sammael had sent that attack in the Jangai, Sammael was behind the pirates and the raids in Tear, and Sammael had done this. His lips peeled back in a snarl, and his voice was a harsh whisper. “Sammael!” He did not realize he had taken a step until Aviendha seized his arm.
A moment later, Egwene had the other, the pair of them clinging to him as if they meant to root him to the spot. “Do not be a complete wool-head,” Egwene said, giving a start at his glare but not letting go. She had redone the brown scarf around her head, but combing with her fingers had not put her hair back in order, and dust still covered her blouse and skirt. “Whoever did this, why do you think he waited so long, until you must be tired? Because if he missed killing you, and you went after him, you would be easy meat. You can barely stand on your own!”
Aviendha was no readier to let go, meeting his stare with a flat one of her own. “You are needed here, Rand al’Thor. Here, Car’a’carn. Does your honor lie with killing this man, or here with those you have brought to this land?”
A young Aielman came running up through the Maidens, shoufa around his shoulders, spears and buckler swinging easily. If he thought it odd to find two women holding Rand between them, he gave no hint of it. He eyed the shattered remnants of the tower and the dead and wounded with a slight curiosity, as though wondering how it might have happened and where the enemy dead might be.  Not easy with a pair of women holding him as if they thought he might run.
“Han of the Tomanelle sends word to the Car’a’carn. The clans to the east are moving toward each other. All four. Han means to join with Dhearic, and he has sent to Erim to join them.”
Rand drew a measured breath, and hoped the women thought his grimace was for the news; his side burned, and he could feel blood spreading slowly down his shirt. So there would be nothing to force Couladin north when the Shaido broke. If they broke; they had given no evidence of it yet that he had seen. Why were the Miagoma and the others joining together? If they meant to come against him, they were only giving warning. But if they meant to come against him, Han and Dhearic and Erim would be outnumbered, and if the Shaido held long enough and the four clans broke through . . . Across the wooded hills he could see that it had begun to rain over the city now that Egwene and Aviendha were not holding the clouds. That would hamper both sides. Unless the women were in better shape than they looked, they might be unable to regain control from this distance.
“Tell Han to do what he must to keep them off our backs.”
Young as he was—he was about Rand’s age, come to that—Seirin raised an eyebrow in surprise. Of course. Han would not do differently, and Seirin knew it. He waited only long enough to make certain that Rand had no further message: then he was off and running downhill, just as fast as he had come. No doubt he hoped to get back without missing any more of the fighting than he had to. For that matter, it might already have begun, there to the east.
“I need someone to fetch Jeade’en,” Rand said as soon as Seirin had dashed off. If he tried to walk that far, he really would need the women to hold him up. The two of them looked nothing alike, yet they managed practically identical suspicion. Those frowns must have been one of the things every girl was taught by her mother. “I am not going after Sammael.” Not yet. “I have to get closer to the city, though.” He nodded to the fallen tower; that was the only gesture available with them hanging on. Master Tovere might be able to salvage the lenses from the looking glasses, but there were not three logs of the tower unbroken. No more observing everything from on high today.
Egwene was plainly uncertain, but Aviendha barely paused before asking a young Maiden to go to the gai’shain. To fetch Mist, too, which he had not counted on. Egwene began brushing herself off, muttering under her breath at the dust, and Aviendha had found an ivory comb and another scarf somewhere. Despite the fall, somehow they already looked considerably less disheveled than he. Weariness still marked their faces, but as long as they could channel at all, they would be useful.
That gave him pause. Did he ever think of anyone now except as to how useful they were? He should be able to keep them as safe as they had been atop the tower. Not that the tower had been very safe, as it turned out, but this time he would manage things better.
Sulin stood as he approached, a pale cap of algode bandage covering the top of her head, her hair a white fringe below.
“I am moving nearer the city,” he told her, “where I can see what is happening, and maybe do something about it. Everyone who is injured is to remain here, alone with enough others to protect them if need be. Make it a strong guard, Sulin; I only need a handful with me, and it’s poor repayment for the honor the Maidens have shown me if I let their wounded be slaughtered.” That should hold the greater part of them away from the fighting. He himself would have to stay clear to keep the rest out, but the way he felt, that would be no burden. “I want you to stay here, and—”
“I am not one of the injured,” she said stiffly, and he hesitated, then nodded slowly.
“Very well.” He had no doubt that her injury was serious, but neither did he doubt that she was tough. And if she stayed, he might be stuck with someone like Enaila leading his guard.  “But I trust you to see that no one follows who is injured, Sulin. I will have to keep moving. I can’t afford anyone who will slow me down or must be left behind.”
She nodded so quickly that he was convinced she would make any Maiden with as much as a scratch remain behind. Except herself, of course. This was one time he felt no guilt over using someone. The Maidens had chosen to carry the spear, but they had chosen to follow him, too. Maybe “follow” was not precisely the word, considering some of the things they did, but that did not change anything, to his mind. He would not, he could not, order a woman to her death, and that was that. In truth, he had expected some sort of protest before this. He was only grateful that it had not come. I must be more subtle than I think.
Two pale-robed gai’shain arrived leading Jeade’en and Mist, and behind them followed a crowd of others, arms full of bandages and ointments and over their shoulders bulging water bags in layers, under the direction of Sorilea and a dozen other Wise Ones whom he had met. At most he thought he might know the names of half.
Sorilea was very definitely in charge, and she quickly had gai’shain and other Wise Ones alike circulating among the Maidens tending wounds. She eyed Rand and Egwene and Aviendha, frowning thoughtfully and pursing her thin lips, obviously thinking that all three looked tossed about enough to need their injuries bathed. That look was enough to send Egwene scrambling into the gray’s saddle with a smile and a nod for the aged Wise One, though if Aiel had been more familiar with riding, Sorilea would have realized that Egwene’s awkward stiffness was not usual. And it was a measure of Aviendha’s condition that she let Egwene pull her up behind the saddle without the slightest protest. She smiled at Sorilea, too.
Gritting his teeth, Rand pulled himself into his own saddle in one smooth motion. Aching muscles’ protests were buried under an avalanche of pain in his side, as though he had been stabbed anew, and it took a full minute before he could breathe again, but he let none of it show.
Egwene reined Mist close to Jeade’en, near enough to whisper. “If you cannot mount a horse any better than that, Rand al’Thor, maybe you should forget about riding at all for a while.”
“I noticed you mounting, too,” he said quietly. “Maybe you ought to stay here and help Sorilea until you feel better.”  Aviendha gave Sorilea another smile; the old Wise One was still watching.
Rand booted the dapple to a trot downhill. Every step sent a jolt up his side that had him breathing through his teeth, but he had ground to cover, and he could not do it at a walk. Besides, Sorilea’s stare had been starting to get on his nerves.
Mist joined Jeade’en before he was fifty paces down the overgrown slope, and another fifty brought Sulin and a stream of Maidens, some running to position themselves ahead. More than he had hoped for, but it should not matter. What he had to do would not involve getting very close to the fighting. They could stay back in safety with him.
Seizing saidin was an effort in and of itself, even through the angreal, and the sheer weight of it seemed to press down on him greater than ever, the taint stronger. At least the Void shielded him from his own pain. Somewhat, anyway. And if Sammael tried to play games with him again . . .
He quickened Jeade’en’s pace. Whatever Sammael did, he still had his own job to do.
Rain dripped from the brim of Mat’s hat, and periodically he had to lower his looking glass and wipe off the end of the tube. The downpour had slackened in the last hour, but the sparse branches overhead gave no shelter at all. His coat was long since soaked, and Pips’ ears were down; the horse stood as if not intending to move however Mat thumped his heels.
He did not know for sure what time of day it was. Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, he thought, but the dark clouds had not thinned along with the rain, and they hid the sun where he was. On the other hand, it felt very much like three or four days since he had ridden down to warn the Tairens. He was still not sure why he had done that.
It was southward that he peered, and a way out that he looked for. A way out for three thousand men; easily that many survived yet, though they had no idea what he was up to. They believed he was hunting another fight for them, but three so far were three too many by his book. He thought he could have escaped on his own, now, so long as he kept his eyes open and his wits about him. Three thousand men, however, drew eyes whenever they moved, and they did not move quickly, what with more than half their number afoot. That was why he was on this Light-forsaken hilltop, and why the Tairens and Cairhienin were all jammed into the long, narrow hollow between this hill and the next. If he simply made a break for it . . .
Jamming the looking glass back to his eye, he glared south at sparsely wooded hills. Here and there were thickets, some fairly large, but most of the land was scrub or grass even here. He had worked back to the east, using every fold in the ground that would hide a mouse, bringing the column with him out of the treeless terrain and into some proper cover. Out of those bloody lightning strikes and fireballs; he was not sure whether it was worse when they came, or when the earth simply erupted in a roar for no apparent reason. All that effort to find that the battle was shifting with him. He could not seem to get out of the center of the thing.
Where’s my bloody luck now that I really need it? He was a pea-brained fool for staying. Just because he had managed to keep the others alive this long did not mean he could keep it up. Soon or late, the dice would come up the Dark One’s Eyes. They’re the flaming soldiers. I should leave them to it and ride.
But he kept searching, scanning the wooded peaks and ridges. They gave cover for Couladin’s Aiel as well as for him, but here and there he could make them out. Not all were involved in pitched battles, but every last group was larger than his, every one was between him and safety to the south, and he had no way to tell who was who until it might be too late. The Aiel themselves seemed to know at a glance, but that did him no good.
Some mile or more off, a few hundred cadin’sor-clad shapes running eight abreast and heading east topped a rise where half-a-dozen leatherleaf made a poor excuse for a copse. Before the lead runners could start down the other side, a lightning bolt flashed down into their midst, splashing men and earth like a stone thrown into a pond. Pips did not even quiver as the clap reached Mat; the gelding had grown accustomed to closer strikes than that.
Some of the fallen men picked themselves up, limping, and immediately joined those who had kept their feet in a hasty check of the unmoving. No more than a dozen were hauled across shoulders before they all dashed down from the height, back the way they had come. None paused to look at the crater. Mat had watched them learn that lesson; waiting only invited a second silvery lance from the clouds. In moments they were out of sight. Except for the dead.
He swung the looking glass east. There was a look of sunlight a few miles that way. The log tower should have been visible, poking above the trees, but he had not been able to find it in some time. Maybe he was looking in the wrong places. It did not matter. The lightning had to be Rand’s work, and all the rest of it as well. If I can get far enough that way . . .
He would be right back where he started. Even if it was not the pull of ta’veren drawing him back, he would have a hard time leaving again once Moiraine found out. And there was Melindhra to consider. He had never heard of a woman who would not take it askance when a man tried to walk out of her life without letting her know.
As he panned the looking glass slowly, hunting the tower, a slope covered in spaced leatherleaf and paperbark abruptly went up in flames, every tree become a torch at the same instant.
Slowly he lowered the brass-bound tube; he hardly required it to see the fire, and the thick gray smoke already making a thick plume into the sky. He did not need signs to recognize channeling when he saw it, not like that. Had Rand finally tipped over the edge of madness?  Never upset a woman who could channel; that was a rule Mat seldom managed to follow, but he did try.
 He was just trying not to think about the third alternative. If Rand had not finally gone mad, and Aviendha or Egwene or one of the Wise Ones had not decided to be rid of him, then someone else was taking a hand in the day’s business. He could add two twos without getting five. Sammael. So much for trying that way out; it was no way out of anything.  What has happened to my—?
A fallen branch cracked under someone’s foot behind him, and he reacted without thinking, knees more than reins pulling Pips in a tight circle, sword-bladed spear whipping across from the pommel of his saddle.
 The rain had slicked his hair down into his face. Also afoot, Nalesean grinned, partly startled and partly amused at the other young Tairen’s discomfort. Square-faced and blocky, Nalesean was the second since Melanril to lead the Tairen cavalry. Talmanes and Daerid were there as well, a pace behind as usual, and blank-faced beneath their bell-shaped helmets, also as usual. The four had left their horses farther back in the trees.
“There are Aiel coming straight for us, Mat,” Nalesean said as Mat raised the raven-marked spear upright. “The Light burn my soul if there’s a one less than five thousand.” He grinned at that, too. “I don’t think they know we’re here waiting for them.”
Estean nodded once. “They are keeping to the valleys and hollows. Hiding from . . . ” He glanced at the clouds and shivered. He was not the only one to be uneasy about what might come out of the sky; the other three looked up, too. “Anyway, it’s plain they mean to go through where Daerid’s men are.” There was actually a touch of respect in his voice when he mentioned the pikes. Grudging, true, and not very strong, but it was difficult to look down on someone after they had saved your neck a few times. “They will be on top of us before they see us.”
“Wonderful.” Mat breathed.
He meant it for sarcasm, yet Nalesean and Estean missed the flavor, of course. They looked eager. But Daerid wore as much expression on his scarred face as a rock, and Talmanes lifted an eyebrow at Mat just a fraction, shook his head a hair. That pair knew fighting.
The first encounter with the Shaido had been an even wager at best, one Mat would never have taken if not forced. That all the lightning had shaken the Aiel enough to turn it into a rout changed nothing. Twice more today they had seen action, when Mat discovered himself in a choice of whether to catch or be caught, and neither had come out nearly as well as the Tairens believed. One had been a draw, but only because he had been able to lose the Shaido after they pulled back to regroup. At least they had not come again while he was getting everyone away through the twisting hill valleys. He suspected they had found something else to occupy them; maybe more of that lightning, or fireballs, or the Light knew what. He knew very well what had allowed them to escape their last fight with skins mostly whole. Another bunch of Aiel plowing into the rear of those fighting him, just in time to keep the pikes from being overrun. The Shaido had decided to withdraw to the north, and the others—he still did not know who—had swung off to the west, leaving him in possession of the field. Nalesean and Estean considered it a clear victory. Daerid and Talmanes knew better.
“How long?” Mat asked.
It was Talmanes who answered. “Half an hour. Perhaps a little more, if grace favors us.” The Tairens looked doubtful; they still did not seem to realize how quickly Aiel could move.
Mat had no such illusions. He had already studied the surrounding terrain, but he looked at it again and sighed. There was a very good view from this hill, and the only halfway decent stand of trees within half a mile was right where he sat his saddle. The rest was scrub brush, little as much as waist-high, dotted with leatherleaf and paperbark and the occasional oak. Those Aiel would surely send scouts up here for a look, and there was no chance at all that even the horsemen could get out of sight before they did. The pikes would be right out in the open. He knew what had to be done—it was catch or be caught again—but he did not have to like it.
He only took a glance, but before he could open his mouth, Daerid said, “My scouts tell me Couladin himself is with this lot. At least, their leader has his arms bare, and shows marks such as the Lord Dragon is said to carry.”
Mat grunted. Couladin, and heading east. If there was any way to step aside, the fellow would run headlong into Rand. That might even be what he was after. Mat realized that he was smoldering, and it had nothing to do with Couladin wanting to kill Rand. The Shaido chief, or whatever the man was, might remember Mat vaguely as somebody hanging about Rand, but Couladin was the reason he was stuck out here in the middle of a battle, trying to stay alive, wondering whether any minute it was going to turn into a personal fight between Rand and Sammael, the kind of fight that might kill everything within two or three miles. That’s if I don’t get a spear through the brisket first. And no more choice about it than had a goose hanging outside the kitchen door. None of it would be so without Couladin.
 He certainly gave excuses enough. Aiel seldom let anger show, and when they did, it was cold and tight. Couladin, on the other hand, seemed to flare up two or three times a day, losing his head in a fiery rage as quick as snap a straw. A miracle he was still alive, and the Dark One’s own luck.
“Nalesean,” Mat said angrily, “swing your Tairens wide to the north and come in on these fellows from behind. We will be holding their attention, so you ride hard and come down like a barn collapsing.” So he has the Dark One’s luck, does he? Blood and ashes, but I hope mine is back in. “Talmanes, you do the same to the south. Move, both of you. We’ve little time, and it’s wasting.”
The two Tairens bowed hastily and dashed for their horses, clapping on their helmets. Talmanes’ bow was more formal. “Grace favor your sword, Mat. Or perhaps I should say your spear.” Then he was gone, too.
Looking up at Mat as the three vanished down the hill, Daerid slashed rain from his eyes with a finger. “So you will stay with the pikes this time.  A battle is no place to try fighting a duel.”
Mat barely stopped from gaping. A duel? Him? With Couladin? Was that why Daerid thought he was staying with the foot? He had chosen it because it was safer to be behind the pikes. That was his reason. The whole reason. “Not to worry. I can hold myself in rein.” And he had thought Daerid the most sensible of the whole lot.
The Cairhienin merely nodded. “I thought that you could. You have seen pikes pushed before, and faced a charge or two, I vow. Talmanes gives praises when there are two moons, yet I heard him say aloud that he would follow wherever you led. Some day I would like to hear your story, Andorman. But you are young—under the Light, I mean no disrespect—and young men have hot blood.”
“This rain will keep it cool if nothing else does.” Blood and ashes! Were they all mad? Talmanes was praising him? He wondered what they would say if they found out he was only a gambler following bits of memory from men dead a thousand years and more. They would be drawing lots for first chance to spit him like a pig. The lords especially; no one liked being made to look a fool, but nobles seemed to like it least of all, perhaps because they so often managed it on their own. Well, one way or another, he meant to be miles away when that discovery came. Bloody Couladin. I’d like to shove this spear down his throat! Heeling Pips, he started for the opposite slope, where the foot waited below.
Daerid climbed into his own saddle and swung in beside him, nodding as Mat spun out his plan. The bowmen on the slopes, where they could cover the flanks, but lying down, hidden in the brush until the last minute. One man on the crest to signal the Aiel in sight. And the pikes to step off as soon as he did, marching straight out toward the approaching enemy. “As soon as we can see the Shaido, we’ll retreat just as fast as we can, almost back to the gap between these two hills, then turn to face them.”
“They will think we wanted to run, realized we could not, and turned at bay like a bear to the hounds. Seeing us less than half their number and fighting only because we must, they should think to roll over us. Can we but hold their attention until the horse comes down on them from behind . . . ” The Cairhienin actually grinned. “It is using the Aiel’s own tactics against them.”
“We had better hold their bloody attention.” Mat’s tone was as dry as he was wet. “To make sure we do—to make sure they don’t start putting loops around our flanks—I want a cry raised as soon as you stop the retreat. ‘Protect the Lord Dragon.’ ” This time Daerid laughed aloud.
That should bring the Shaido in right enough, especially if Couladin was leading. If Couladin really was leading, if he thought Rand was with the pikes, if the pikes could hold until the horse arrived . . . A lot of ifs. Mat could hear those dice rolling in his head again.  He wondered how long it was until nightfall; a man should be able to make his way out in the night.  Scowling into the rain, he booted Pips on down the hillside.
Jeade’en stopped on a crest where a dozen trees made a thin topknot, and Rand hunched slightly against the pain in his side. The crescent moon, riding high, cast a pale light, yet even to his saidin-amplified vision anything more than a hundred paces distant was featureless shadow. Night swallowed the surrounding hills whole, and he was only intermittently aware of Sulin hovering nearby, and Maidens all around him. But then, he could not seem to keep his eyes more than half open; they felt grainy, and he thought the gnawing pain in his side might be all that held him awake. He did not think of it often. Thought was not only distant now, it was slow.
Was it twice Sammael had attempted his life today, or three times? More? It seemed that he should be able to remember how often someone had tried to kill him. No, not to kill. To bait. Are you still so jealous of me, Tel Janin? When did I ever slight you, or give you one finger less than your due?
Swaying, Rand scrubbed a hand through his hair. There had been something odd about that thought, but he could not recall what. Sammael . . . No. He could deal with him when . . . if . . . No matter. Later. Today Sammael was only a distraction from what was important. He might even be gone.
Vaguely it seemed that there had been no attack after . . . After what? He recalled countering Sammael’s last move with something particularly nasty, but he could not pull the memory to the surface. Not balefire. Mustn’t use that. Threatens the fabric of the Pattern. Not even for Ilyena? I would burn the world and use my soul for tinder to hear her laugh again.
He was drifting again, away from what was important.
However long ago the sun had gone down, it had sunk on fighting, lengthening shadows gradually overwhelming the golden-red light, the men killing and dying. Now, vagrant winds still brought distant shouts and screams. Because of Couladin, true, but at the heart of it, because of himself.
For a moment he could not remember his name.
“Rand al’Thor,” he said aloud, and shivered, though his coat was damp with sweat. For an instant, that name had sounded strange to him. “I am Rand al’Thor, and I need to . . . I need to see.”
He had not eaten since morning, but then, the taint on saidin drove hunger away. The Void quivered constantly, and he hung on to the True Source by his fingernails. It was like riding a bull driven mad by redwort, or swimming naked in a river of fire churned to rapids by jagged boulders of ice. Yet when he was not on the brink of being gored or battered or drowned, it seemed that saidin was the only strength left in him. Saidin was there, filing at the edges of him, trying to erode or corrode his mind, but ready to be used.
With a jerky nod, he channeled, and something burned high in the sky. Something. A ball of bubbling blue flame that banished shadows in harsh light.
Hills mounded up all around, trees black in the stark illumination. Nothing moved. A faint sound came to him on a gust of wind. Cheering perhaps, or singing. Or maybe he was imagining things; it was so tiny, he could well have been, and it died with the wind.
Suddenly he became aware of the Maidens around him, hundreds of them. Some, including Sulin, were staring at him, but many had their eyes squeezed shut. It took him a moment to realize they were trying to preserve night vision. He frowned, searching. Egwene and Aviendha were no longer there. Another long moment passed before he remembered to loose the weave of his channeling and let blackness reclaim the night. A deep blackness to his eyes, now.
“Where are they?” He was vaguely irritated when he had to say who he meant, and just as vaguely aware that he had no reason for it.
“They went to Moiraine Sedai and the Wise Ones at dusk, Car’a’carn,” Sulin replied, moving closer to Jeade’en. Her short white hair shone in the moonlight. No, her head was bandaged. How could he have forgotten? “A good two hours gone. They know that flesh is not stone. Even the strongest legs can run only so far.”
Rand frowned. Legs? They had been riding Mist. The woman was making no sense. “I have to find them.”
“They are with Moiraine Sedai and the Wise Ones, Car’a’carn,” she said slowly. He thought she was frowning too, but it was hard to be sure.
“Not them,” he muttered. “Have to find my people. They’re still out there, Sulin.” Why was the stallion not moving? “Can you hear them? Out there, in the night. Still fighting. I need to help them.” Of course; he had to dig his heels into the dapple’s ribs. But when he did, Jeade’en only shifted sideways, with Sulin holding on to his bridle. He did not remember that she had been holding the bridle.
“The Wise Ones must speak to you now, Rand al’Thor.” Her voice had changed, but he was too weary to say how.
“Can’t it wait?” He must have missed the runner with the message. “I must find them, Sulin.”
Enaila seemed to spring up on the other side of the stallion’s head. “You have found your people, Rand al’Thor.”
“The Wise Ones are waiting for you,” Sulin added. She and Enaila turned Jeade’en without waiting on his agreement. Maidens crowded in for some reason as they started along a winding way down the side of the hill, faces reflecting moonlight as they stared up at him, so close their shoulders brushed the horse’s flanks.
“Whatever they want,” he grumbled, “they had best be quick.” There was no need for them to be leading the dapple, but it was too much effort to make a fuss over it. He twisted to look back, grunting at the pain in his side; the crest was already swallowed in the night. “I have a lot to do yet. I need to find . . . ” Couladin. Sammael. The men who were fighting and dying for him. “I need to find them.” He was so tired, but he could not sleep yet.
Lamps on poles lit the Wise Ones’ encampment, and small fires where kettles of water were hauled away and replaced by white-robed men and women as soon as they began boiling. Gai’shain scurried everywhere, and Wise Ones as well, tending the wounded whose numbers swelled the camp. Moiraine was moving slowly down the long lines of those who could not stand, only rarely pausing to lay hands on an Aiel who then thrashed in the throes of being Healed. She swayed whenever she straightened, and Lan hovered behind her as if wanting to hold her up, or expecting to have to. Sulin exchanged words with Adelin and Enaila, too low for Rand to make out, and the younger women ran to speak to the Aes Sedai.
Despite the numbers of wounded, not all of the Wise Ones were looking after them. Inside a pavilion off to one side, perhaps twenty sat in a circle listening to one standing in the center. When she sat, another took her place. Gai’shain knelt around the outside of the pavilion, but none of the Wise Ones appeared to have any interest in wine, or anything except what they were hearing. Rand thought the speaker was Amys.
To his surprise, Asmodean was also helping out with the wounded, the water bag hanging from each shoulder looking decidedly odd with his dark velvet coat and white lace. Straightening from giving a drink to a man stripped to the waist except for bandages, he saw Rand and hesitated.
After a moment he handed the water bags to one of the gai’shain and wove his way through the Maidens toward Rand. They ignored him—they all seemed to be watching Adelin and Enaila speaking to Moiraine or else eyeing Rand—and his face was tight by the time he had to pause for the solid circle of Far Dareis Mai around Jeade’en.
“I was sure you must be safe. I was sure.” From his tone of voice, he had been no such thing. When Rand did not speak, Asmodean shrugged uncomfortably. “Moiraine insisted I carry water. A forceful woman, to not allow the Lord Dragon’s bard to . . . ” Trailing off, he licked his lips quickly. “What happened?”
“Sammael,” Rand said, but not in answer. He was just speaking the thoughts that drifted through the Void. “I remember when he was first named Destroyer of Hope. After he betrayed the Gates of Hevan and carried the Shadow down into the Rorn M’doi and the heart of Satelle. Hope did seem to die that day. Culan Cuhan wept. What is wrong?”  Rand peered at the pavilion. Whoever was speaking now, he did not know her. “Is that where they are waiting for me? Then I should join them.”
“They will not welcome you yet,” Lan said, appearing beside Asmodean, who jumped, “or any man.” Rand had not heard or seen the Warder approach either, but he only turned his head. Even that seemed an effort. It seemed to be someone else’s head. “They meet with Wise Ones from the Miagoma, the Codarra, the Shiande and the Daryne.”
“The clans are coming to me,” Rand said flatly. But they had waited long enough to make today bloodier. It never happened like that in the stories.
“So it seems. But the four chiefs will not meet you until the Wise Ones have made their arrangements,” Lan added dryly. “Come. Moiraine can tell you more than I of it.”
Rand shook his head. “Done is done. I can hear details later. If Han doesn’t need to keep them from our backs any longer, then I need him. Sulin, send a runner. Han—”
“It is done, Rand,” the Warder said insistently. “All of it. Only a few Shaido remain south of the city. Thousands have been taken prisoner, and most of the rest are crossing the Gaelin. Word would have been sent to you an hour ago, had anyone known where you were. You’ve kept moving. Come and let Moiraine tell you.”
“Done? We’ve won?”
“You have won. Completely.”
Rand peered at the men being bandaged, the patient lines awaiting bandages and those leaving with them. The rows that lay almost unmoving. Moiraine was still making her way along those, pausing wearily here and there to Heal. Only a few of the wounded would be here, of course. They would have been coming as they could throughout the day, leaving as and when they could. If they could. None of the dead would be here. Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won. He seemed to remember saying that before, long ago. Perhaps he had read it.
No.  I will never forget Ilyena, not if all the world burns!
Frowning, he raised a hand to his head. Those thoughts had seemed to come on top of one another, from different places. He was so tired he could hardly think. But he needed to, needed thoughts that did not slide by almost beyond his reach. He released the Source and the Void, and convulsed as saidin almost drove him under in that moment of retreat. He barely had time to realize his mistake. With the Power gone, exhaustion and pain crashed down on him.
He was aware of faces turned up to him as he toppled from his saddle, mouths moving, hands reaching to grab him, cushion his fall.
“Moiraine!” Lan shouted, voice hollow in Rand’s ears. “He is bleeding badly!”
Sulin had his head cradled in her arms. “Hold on, Rand al’Thor,” she said urgently. “Hold on.”
Asmodean said nothing, but his face was bleak, and Rand felt a trickle of saidin flowing into him from the man. Darkness came.


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GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 01:05 AM
[telegram] <bionehf> Management in?
[telegram] <bionehf> I'd like to know something about this project
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 01:19 AM
[telegram] <Regnar> Have you checked out the website yet? (re @bionehf: I'd like to know something about this project)
[telegram] <bionehf> How's the project going (re @Regnar: Have you checked out the website yet?)
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GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 01:54 AM
[telegram] <bionehf> On what platform can the transaction take place (re @Regnar: Pretty great, check out the latest news.
https://komodoplatform.com/latest-news/)
This is the official blog of the Komodo Platform. Learn more about Komodo's latest developments, announcements, partnerships, and events.
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 02:22 AM
[telegram] <Regnar> Komodo (re @bionehf: On what platform can the transaction take place)
[telegram] <bionehf> Are there any plans to join other trading platforms in the near future? (re @Regnar: Komodo)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 02:56 AM
[telegram] <bionehf> Can I talk to you in private (re @Regnar: Komodo)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 05:33 AM
[telegram] <t0sma> Update your Ledger. And then, when you have the pop-up windows, select your device (unknown device) in the windows. I have tested it with a nano S (re @jeffja: Anyone knows what the problem is?)
[telegram] <t0sma> No (re @romainhabib: do i have to do something for thé update?)
[telegram] <magihunter> How will komodo’s stable coins look like? Are they similar to dai or tether?
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GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 09:00 AM
[telegram] <alperC> /start@combot hbase
[telegram] <alperC> /start@combot
[telegram] <alperC> !reload_admins
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 09:36 AM
[telegram] <anmayhem> when pump?
[telegram] <Acura360> when legit questions (re @anmayhem: when pump?)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 09:48 AM
[telegram] <Kriptodan Batan Adam> after pump-) (re @Acura360: when legit questions)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 10:01 AM
[telegram] <Craig> Alright let me try to ask a legit question.
Which "big" projects (in terms of market cap or hype) would work better if they were in the Komodo ecosystem?
For example, why or why not was it a good idea to for Binance to build on tendermint / cosmos rather than a kmododo chain?
Or, how would the synthetix project work on Komodo vs Ethereum?
Or, HEX is probably a pretty terrible project. But if you were Richard Heart, why or why not would you have built it inside Komodo?
My question isn't about those three projects in particular. If you have ever looked into a project and thought "they should do that on komodo" then please explain why. And maybe why you think they didn't use Komodo although they should have
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 10:21 AM
[telegram] <iqly_almond> Because komod never talk to those project (re @Craig: Alright let me try to ask a legit question.
Which "big" projects (in terms of market cap or hype) would work better if they were in the Komodo ecosystem?
For example, why or why not was it a good idea to for Binance to build on tendermint / cosmos rather than a kmododo chain?
Or, how would the synthetix project work on Komodo vs Ethereum?
Or, HEX is probably a pretty terrible project. But if you were Richard Heart, why or why not would you have built it inside Komodo?
My question isn't about those three projects in particular. If you have ever looked into a project and thought "they should do that on komodo" then please explain why. And maybe why you think they didn't use Komodo although they should have)
Von den echten DEX werden nur jene überleben, bei denen die Erschaffer völlig anonym und nicht greifbar sind. Alle anderen werden sie so dermaßen unter Druck setzen bis die entweder Full-KYC gehen oder gleich dichtmachen, siehe #CryptoBridge.
[telegram] <jeffja> I had done that before and it didnt work either. (re @t0sma: Update your Ledger. And then, when you have the pop-up windows, select your device (unknown device) in the windows. I have tested it with a nano S)
[telegram] <t0sma> What is the firmware version of the ledger?
[telegram] <Acura360> which ledger - Nano S or X ? (re @t0sma: What is the firmware version of the ledger?)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 12:31 PM
[telegram] <Andi> The matic dip lol
[telegram] <Craig> I'm not asking about those projects specifically.
They might not be good examples.
But certainly there must be other examples of projects that are not using Komodo tech, but which should be. (re @iqly_almond: Because komod never talk to those project )
[telegram] <iqly_almond> Bc no partnership (re @Craig: I'm not asking about those projects specifically.
They might not be good examples.
But certainly there must be other examples of projects that are not using Komodo tech, but which should be.)
[telegram] <Craig> A) why no partnership? What does cosmos have that Komodo doesn't have? If Komodo tech is better why don't partners come to us? Is this naive?
B) HEX isn't a partner with Ethereum. SNX isn't partner with Ethereum as far as I know.
Maybe bad examples, but is my question clear?
[telegram] <Regnar> Objectively, if you're a project on ethereum and your token purpose relies on usage/transactions, you shouldn't be on Ethereum (re @Craig: I'm not asking about those projects specifically.
They might not be good examples.
But certainly there must be other examples of projects that are not using Komodo tech, but which should be.)
[telegram] <Regnar> That's just a huge risk to a project if another crypto kitties comes along and skyrockets gas prices
[telegram] <Craig> So why do these projects not understand this objective fact?
Everyone saw crypto kitties, it was not an obscure risk
[telegram] <Craig> I mean anyone can see that Ethereum network could be clogged again. But they still build new stuff there.
Because partnerships?
When do you think Komodo will be recognized as a top competitor to ethereum?
Maybe when the DEX seed adoption, or after another crypto kitties incident?
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 01:06 PM
[telegram] <Kriptodan Batan Adam> i am looking forward to see your new agreements with huge company as microsoft , beko, apple
[telegram] <Craig> "Komodo doesn't have the fanciest marketing, and our team doesn't schmooze with Justin sun or cut backroom deals.
"So, realistically speaking, we can't partner with every flash in the pan project.
"But here is what a project like is missing by building on _ rather than Komodo. As you see, this project is limited by but if they were with komodo they would have and .
"To be fair they might sacrifice a little __ but that doesn't matter as much as you think because .
"In the future we expect similar projects to use Komodo because ."
[telegram] <Craig> I'm trying to fill the blanks
[telegram] <Craig> You can also add
"to be fair we already have cool projects and partners"
But I'm still curious to fill in the blanks.
Forget binance.
"Raven coin has its own blockchain. But if you think about it, they would have been better off as a Komodo project because X Y Z.
"In fact I expect Raven is likely to be outcompeted by a Komodo module that will look like _ with advantages __."
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 03:24 PM
[telegram] <Bilal> what's going on here
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 04:38 PM
[telegram] <polycryptoblog> Namely the reason is because features and reference implementations are not complete yet. Most people choose a platform like Eth to build on because of 1) they want to raise money and Eth is more liquid 2) They aren’t capable of running their own network. , why this is a bad idea is lack of scalability, a taxation model that will screw your business. Re: Tendermint, Why someone wants to use that namely is because of control ( dpos is pretty centralized ), why it’s a bad choice is because zones offer little in the way of interoperability .
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 04:55 PM
[telegram] <EPIDEMIC_media> Legendary (re @Andi: The matic dip lol)
No centralized solution can provide a high level of anonymity, as you need to trust the central node
#privacy #private #confidence https://t.co/ZoZDCptD6g
[telegram] <jeffja> Unfortunately magnum wallet reward claim stopped working with new ledger firmware.
[telegram] <jeffja> And iam not comfortable getting new address using atomiclabs claim reward utility each time i claim reward.
[telegram] <jeffja> Somebody let magnum wallet devs know it is not working.(edited)
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 09:01 PM
[telegram] <t0sma> Yes. I did that on their Telegram and they help me. Ask support on their group. They will help you. (re @jeffja: Somebody let magnum wallet devs know it is not working.)
[telegram] <t0sma> It's working fine with my Nano S and the last firmware.
[telegram] <t0sma> When I claim reward I have this pop-up. (re @jeffja: Somebody let magnum wallet devs know it is not working.)
[telegram] <t0sma>
[telegram] <t0sma> Clic on Unknown device and connect. Then you will confirm the transaction on your Ledger.
GatewayBOT10-Dec-19 09:13 PM
[telegram] <jeffja> I did exactly that but when i do that i receive the error i described yesterday.
[telegram] <t0sma> OK. Try Telegram group of Magnum. Admin will help you (re @jeffja: I did exactly that but when i do that i receive the error i described yesterday.)


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by Luke Irwin
WBC World Heavyweight Championship: Deontay Wilder (c) (41-0-1) vs. Luis Ortiz (31-1)
Luke Irwin: To, I think most of our surprise, these two went out and delivered an absolute barn-burner of a heavyweight tilt. It was one of the best fights of the year and a throwback to heavyweight fights of yore. Both fighters were rocked, both were vulnerable, and these two laid everything they had against each other. Props to Deontay for taking a rematch. I don’t buy Ortiz’s excuse that his knockdown was due to him being plain fatigued, but to his credit, by hook or by crook, Ortiz has gotten himself into fantastic shape. I can still see these two trading a knockdown, but now that they’ve seen what the other can do, they’re going to be a little more careful, going the distance and not taking as many chances as their first bout. Wilder via MD.
WBA Super World Junior Lightweight Championship: Leo Santa Cruz (c) (36-1-1) vs. Miguel Flores (24-2)
Luke: Nobody wants to see this. This bout was already scheduled in February, but Flores had to pull out because of injury, and now, they’re running it back, and the WBA somehow has Flores as their #2-ranked boxer, despite having no great wins to speak of. Santa Cruz via UD.
WBA “Regular” World Junior Featherweight Championship: Brandon Figueroa (c) (20-0) vs. Julio Ceja (32-4)
Luke: Showcase for Fig, here. Figueroa via R7 TKO.


| axTicksByTime {xts} | R Documentation |
Compute x-axis tickmarks like axTicks
in base
but with respect to time. Additionally the first
argument is the object indexed by time which you
are looking to derive tickmark locations for.
It is possible to specify the detail you are seeking,
or by passing 'auto' to the ticks.on
argument,
to get a best heuristic fit.
axTicksByTime(x, ticks.on='auto', k = 1, labels=TRUE, format.labels=TRUE, ends=TRUE, gt = 2, lt = 30)
x |
the object indexed by time, or a vector of times/dates |
ticks.on |
what to break on |
k |
frequency of breaks |
labels |
should a labeled vector be returned |
format.labels |
format labels - may be format to use |
ends |
should the ends be adjusted |
gt |
lower bound on number of breaks |
lt |
upper bound on number of breaks |
This function is written for internal use, and documented for those wishing to use outside of the internal function uses. In general it is most unlikely that the end user will call this function directly.
The format.labels allows for standard formatting like
that used in format
, strptime
, and strftime
.
A vector of index points to break on, possibly with the index names.
Jeffrey A. Ryan
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