Elayne fumbled with the two slim red-lacquered sticks, trying to set them properly in her fingers. Sursa, she reminded herself. Not sticks; sursa. A fool way to eat, whatever they’re called.
On the other side of the table in the Chamber of Falling Blossoms, Egeanin frowned at her own sursa, one upright in each hand as if they really were sticks. Nynaeve held hers nestled in her hand the way Rendra had showed them, but so far she had managed to lift one sliver of meat and a few sliced peppers as far as her mouth; her eyes were tight with determination. A great many small white bowls covered the table, each filled with slices and tiny slivers of meat and vegetables, some in sauces dark or pale. Elayne thought it might take the rest of the day to finish this meal. She gave the honey-haired innkeeper a grateful smile when the woman leaned over her shoulder to position the sursa properly.
“Your land is at war with Arad Doman,” Egeanin said, sounding almost angry. “Why do you serve the dishes of your enemy?”
Rendra shrugged, making a moue behind her veil; she wore the palest possible red today, and beads of the same color woven into her narrow braids made soft clicks when she moved her head. “It is the fashion, now. Four days ago the Garden of Silver Breezes began it, and now almost every patron asks for the Domani food. I think maybe it is that if we cannot conquer the Domani, at least we can conquer their food. Maybe in Bandar Eban they eat the lamb with the honey sauce and the glazed apples, yes? In four days more, perhaps it is something else. The fashion, it changes quickly now, and if someone whips up the mob against this . . . ” She shrugged again.
“Do you think there will be more riots?” Elayne asked. “Over what sort of food inns are serving?”
“The streets, they are restive,” Rendra said, spreading her hands fatalistically. “Who can say what will spark them again? The uproar the day before yesterday, it came from a rumor Maracru had declared for the Dragon Reborn, or maybe fallen to the Dragonsworn, or the rebels perhaps—how seems to have made little difference—but does the mob turn on the people from Maracru? No. They rampage through the streets, pulling people from the carriages, and then burn the Grand Hall of the Assembly. Perhaps the word comes that the army, it has won a battle—or lost one—and the mob rises against those who serve Domani food. Or maybe it burns warehouses on the Calpene docks. Who can say?”
“No proper order,” Egeanin muttered, thrusting the sursa firmly between the fingers of her right hand. From the expression on her face, they might have been daggers she was going to use to stab what was in the bowls. A bit of meat dropped out of Nynaeve’s sursa short of her lips; growling, she snatched it from her lap, dabbing at the cream-colored silk with her napkin.
“Aah, order.” Rendra laughed. “I remember order. Maybe it will come again one day, yes? Some thought the Panarch Amathera would put the Civil Watch back at their duties, but were I she, with the memory of the mob brawling outside my investiture . . . The Children of the Light, they killed very many of the rioters. Perhaps this means there will not be another riot, but perhaps it means the next riot, it will be twice so big, or ten times. I think that I, too, would keep the Watch and the Children close around me. But this is no talk to disturb the meal.” Examining the table, she nodded to herself in approval, the beads in her thin plaits clicking. As she turned toward the door, she paused with a small smile. “It is the fashion to eat the Domani food with the sursa, and of course one does what is the fashion. But . . . there are none here to see save yourselves, yes? Should you perhaps wish the spoons and the forks, they are under the napkin.” She indicated the tray on the end of the table. “Enjoy.”
Nynaeve and Egeanin waited until the door closed behind the innkeeper, then grinned at each other and reached for the tray with decidedly unseemly haste.
“It is tasty enough,” Egeanin said after her first mouthful, “when you can put any on your tongue.” Nynaeve laughed with her.
In the seven days since meeting the dark-haired woman with her sharp blue eyes and slow drawl, they had both come to like her. She was a refreshing change from Rendra’s chatter about hair and clothes and complexions, or stares in the street from people who looked as if they would slit a throat for a copper. This was her fourth visit since that first meeting, and Elayne had enjoyed every one. Egeanin had a directness and an air of independence she admired. The woman might be only a small trader in whatever came her way, but she could challenge Gareth Bryne for saying what she meant and bowing to no one.
Still, Elayne wished the visits had not been so frequent. Or rather that she and Nynaeve had not been at the Three Plum Court so often for Egeanin to find. Almost constant riots since Amathera’s investiture made moving about the city all but impossible, however, despite their coterie of Domon’s tough sailors. Even Nynaeve had admitted as much after they had had to flee a shower of fist-sized stones. Thom still promised to find them a carriage and team, but she was not too certain how hard he was looking. He and Juilin both seemed insufferably pleased that she and Nynaeve were mired inside the inn. They come back bruised or bleeding and don’t want us to even stub a toe, she thought wryly. Why did men always think it was right to keep you safer than they kept themselves? Why did they think their injuries mattered less than yours?
From the taste of the meat, she suspected Thom should look in the kitchens here if he wanted to find horses. The thought of eating horse made her stomach queasy. She chose a bowl containing only vegetables, bits of dark mushroom, red peppers and some sort of feathery green sprouts in a pale, tangy sauce. “What shall we discuss today?” Nynaeve asked Egeanin. “You have asked almost every question I can think of.” Nearly every one they knew how to answer at any rate. “If you want to learn any more about Aes Sedai, you’ll have to go to the Tower as a novice.”
Egeanin flinched unconsciously, as she did at any words linking the Power to her. For a moment she stirred the contents of one of the small bowls, frowning at it. “You have not made any real effort,” she said slowly, “to keep secret from me that you are looking for someone. Women. If it does not intrude on your secrets, I would ask—” She cut off at a knock on the door.
Bayle Domon strode in without waiting, grim satisfaction warring with uneasiness on his round face. “I have found them,” he began, then gave a start at the sight of Egeanin. “You!”
Shockingly, Egeanin knocked over her chair leaping up, and threw a fist at Domon’s thick middle almost too fast to see. Somehow Domon caught her wrist in a big hand, twisted—there was a flurried instant where they seemed to be trying to hook each other’s ankle with a foot; Egeanin attempted to strike him in the throat—then somehow, she was facedown on the floor, Domon’s boot on her shoulder and her arm levered up hard against his knee. Despite that she snatched her belt knife free.
Elayne wove flows of Air around the pair before she even knew she had embraced saidar, freezing them where they were. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded in her best icy tone.
 Nynaeve’s voice was equally cold. “Unhand her!” More warmly, worriedly, she added, “Egeanin, why did you try to hit him? I told you to release her, Domon!”
“He cannot, Nynaeve.” Elayne did wish the other woman could at least see flows clearly without being angry. She did try to hit him first. “Egeanin, why?”

Domon glared from Elayne to Nynaeve, his odd Illianer beard nearly bristling. His head was all that Elayne had left free to move. “The woman do be Seanchan!” he growled.
Elayne exchanged startled looks with Nynaeve. Egeanin? Seanchan? It was impossible. It must be impossible.
“Are you certain?” Nynaeve asked slowly, quietly. She sounded as stunned as Elayne felt.
“I will never forget her face,” Domon replied firmly. “A ship captain. It did be she who did take me to Falme, me and my ship, captives to the Seanchan.”
Egeanin made no effort to deny it, only lay there gripping her knife. Seanchan. But I like her!
Carefully, Elayne shifted the weave of flows until Egeanin’s knife hand lay uncovered to the wrist. “Let go of it, Egeanin,” she said, kneeling beside the woman. “Please.” After a moment, Egeanin’s hand fell open. Elayne picked up the knife and backed away, loosing the flows completely. “Let her up, Master Domon.”
“She be Seanchan, Mistress,” he protested, “and hard as iron spikes.”
“Let her up.”
Muttering under his breath, he released Egeanin’s wrist, moving, away from her quickly as if he expected she might come at him again. The dark-haired woman—the Seanchan woman—merely stood, though. She worked the shoulder he had wrenched, eyeing him thoughtfully, glanced at the door, then raised her head and waited with every outward appearance of calm. It was hard not to keep on admiring her.
“Seanchan,” Nynaeve growled. She clutched a fistful of her long braids, then gave her hand an odd stare and let go, but her brows were still furrowed and her eyes hard. “Seanchan! Worming your way into our friendship. I thought you had all gone back where you came from. Why are you here, Egeanin? Was our meeting really an accident? Why did you seek us out? Did you mean to lure us somewhere your filthy sul’dam could lock their leashes around our throats?” Egeanin’s blue eyes widened fractionally. “Oh, yes,” Nynaeve told her sharply. “We know about you Seanchan and your sul’dam and damane. We know more than you. You chain women who channel, but those you use to control them can channel too, Egeanin. For every woman who can channel that you’ve leashed like an animal, you walk by another ten or twenty every day without realizing it.”
“I know,” Egeanin said simply, and Nynaeve’s mouth fell open.
Elayne thought her own eyes were going to pop out of her head. “You know?” She took a breath and went on in something less like an incredulous squeal. “Egeanin, I think you are lying. I’ve not met many Seanchan before, and never for more than a few minutes, but I know someone who has.  They think they are animals. You’d not take it so easily if you knew, or even believed.”
“Women who can wear the bracelet are women who can learn to channel,” Egeanin said. “I did not know it could be learned—I was taught a woman either could or could not—but when you told me that girls must be guided if they are not born with it, I reasoned it out. May I sit down?” So cool.
Elayne nodded, and Domon set Egeanin’s chair upright, standing behind it while she sat. Looking over her shoulder at him, the dark-haired woman said, “You were not so—difficult . . . an opponent the last time we met.”
“You did have twenty armored soldiers on my deck then, and a damane ready to break my ship apart with the Power. Just because I can hook a shark from a boat, I do no offer to wrestle it in the water.” Surprisingly, he grinned at her, rubbing his side where she must have gotten in a blow Elayne had not seen. “You are no so easy an opponent yourself as I did think you would be without your armor and sword.”
The woman’s world had to have been turned upside down by her own reasoning, but she was taking it matter-of-factly. Elayne could not imagine what would spin her own world topsy-turvy that way, but she hoped that if she ever found out she could face it with Egeanin’s calm reserve. I have to stop liking her. She is Seanchan. They’d have collared me far a pet if they could. Light, how do you stop liking someone?
Nynaeve appeared to be having no such difficulty. Planting her fists on the table, she leaned toward Egeanin so fiercely her braids dangled among the small bowls. “Why are you here in Tanchico? I thought you had all fled after Falme. And why have you tried to wriggle your way into our trust like some egg-eating snake? If you think you can collar us, think again!”
“That was never my intention,” Egeanin said stiffly. “All I ever wanted from you was to learn about Aes Sedai. I . . . ” For the first time she seemed hesitant, unsure of herself. Compressing her lips, she looked from Nynaeve to Elayne and shook her head. “You are not as I was taught.  Nynaeve made it sound a crime. “That answers none of my questions.”
 “Sul’dam were left behind at Falme. Some deserted after the disaster. A few of us were sent to bring them back. I only found one, but I discovered that an a’dam would hold her.” Seeing Nynaeve’s fists tighten, she quickly added, “I let her go last night. I will pay dearly if that is ever discovered, but after talking with you, I could not . . . ” Grimacing, she shook her head. “That is why I stayed with you after Elayne revealed herself. I knew Bethamin was a sul’dam. To discover the a’dam held her, that she could . . . I had to know, to understand, about women who could channel.” She took a deep breath. “What do you mean to do with me?” Her hands, folded on the table, did not tremble.
Nynaeve opened her mouth angrily, and closed it again slowly. Elayne knew her difficulty. Nynaeve might hate Egeanin now, but what were they to do with her? It was not clear she had committed any crime in Tanchico, and in any event the Civil Watch seemed interested in nothing beyond saving its own collective skin. She was Seanchan, she had used sul’dam and damane, but on the other hand, she claimed to have let this Bethamin go free. For what crime could they punish her? Asking questions they had answered freely? Making them like her?
 Abruptly her head swung toward Domon. “You found them? You said you found them. Where?” He shifted his feet, shooting a meaning look at the back of Egeanin’s head, eyebrows rising in a question.
“I do not believe she is a Darkfriend,” Elayne said when Nynaeve hesitated.
“I certainly am not!” Egeanin’s stare was fierce-eyed and offended.
Folding her arms as if to keep from tugging her braids, Nynaeve glared at the woman, then shifted an accusatory frown to Domon, as though this entire mess were his fault. “There isn’t anywhere to lock her,” she said finally, “and Rendra would surely demand reasons.
He gave a last, doubtful look at Egeanin. “At the Panarch’s Palace, one of my men did see two of the women on your list. The one with the cats, and the Saldaean woman.”
“Are you certain?” Nynaeve said. “At the Panarch’s Palace? I wish you had seen for yourself.  And Asne Zeramene is not the only woman from Saldaea, even in Tanchico.”
“A narrow-faced blue-eyed woman with a wide nose feeding a dozen cats in this city where people do eat cats? In the company of another with that Saldaean nose and tilted eyes? That is no so common a pair, Mistress al’Meara.”
“It is not,” she agreed. “But the Panarch’s Palace? Master Domon, in case you have forgotten, five hundred Whitecloaks guard that place, commanded by an Inquisitor of the Hand of the Light! Jaichim Carridin and his officers at least must know Aes Sedai on sight. Would they remain if they saw the Panarch sheltering Aes Sedai?” He opened his mouth, but Nynaeve’s point was telling, and nothing came out.
“Master Domon,” Elayne said, “what was one of your men doing at the Panarch’s Palace?”
He tugged at his beard in an embarrassed way, and rubbed his bare upper lip with a wide finger. “You see, the Panarch Amathera do be known to like ice peppers, the white kind that be very hot, and whether or no she be amenable to gifts herself, the customs men will know who did give her one and be more amenable themselves.”
“Gifts?” Elayne said in her best reproving voice. “You were more honest on the docks, and called them bribes.” Surprisingly, Egeanin had twisted around in her chair to give him a disapproving look, too.
“Fortune prick me,” he muttered, “you did no ask me to give up my trade. And I would no if you did, no if you did bring my aged mother to ask. A man do have a right to his trade.” Egeanin snorted and righted herself.
“His bribes are not our problem, Elayne.” Nynaeve sounded exasperated.  With a cautioning look at the others, she snapped “You sit quiet” to Egeanin, and raised her voice. “Come.”
 The gash on his dark cheek, the blood already dried, was not unusual either; the streets were rougher now by daylight than they had been by dark in the beginning. “May I speak to you alone, Mistress al’Meara?” he said when he saw Egeanin sitting at the table.
“Oh, come in,” Nynaeve told him sharply. “After what she’s heard already, it won’t matter if she hears a little more. Have you found them in the Panarch’s Palace, too?”
In the act of shutting the door, he shot an unreadable, tight-mouthed glance at Domon. The smuggler smiled, showing too many teeth. For a moment it seemed they might come to blows.
“So the Illianer is ahead of me,” Juilin muttered ruefully. Ignoring Domon, he addressed Nynaeve.  That is a very distinctive thing. And I saw the Domani woman there, too. From a distance—I am not fool enough to wade into a school of silverpike—but I cannot believe there is another Domani woman besides Jeaine Caide in all of Tarabon.”
“You mean they are in the Panarch’s Palace?” Nynaeve exclaimed.
Juilin’s face did not change, but his dark eyes widened slightly, flickered toward Domon. “So he had no proof,” he murmured in a satisfied tone.
“I did have proof,” Domon avoided looking at the Tairen. “If you did no accept it before this fisherman did come, Mistress al’Meara, it be no fault of mine.”
Juilin drew himself up, but Elayne cut in before the thief-catcher could speak. “You both found them, and you both brought proof. Very likely neither would have been sufficient without the other. Now we know where they are because of you both.” If anything, they looked more disgruntled than before. Men could be absolutely silly at times.
“The Panarch’s Palace.” Nynaeve jerked a fistful of braids, then flung the long plaits over her shoulder with a toss of her head. “What they are after must be there. But if they have it, why are they still in Tanchico? The palace is huge. Maybe they haven’t found it yet. Not that that helps if we are out here while they are inside!”
Thom, as usual, entered without knocking, taking in everyone at one glance. “Mistress Egeanin,” he murmured, with an elegant bow his limp did nothing to diminish. “Nynaeve, if I could speak with you alone, I have important news.”
The fresh bruise on his leathery cheek made Elayne even angrier than the new tear in his good brown cloak. The man was too old to be braving the streets of Tanchico. Or any rough streets, for that matter. It was time she arranged a pension for him, and somewhere safe and comfortable to live. No more gleeman wanderings from village to village for him. She would see to it.
Nynaeve gave Thom a sharp look. “I’ve no time for that now. The Black sisters are in the Panarch’s Palace, and for all I know, Amathera is helping them search it from cellar to attic.”
“I found out less than an hour ago,” he said disbelievingly. “How did you . . . ?” He looked at Domon and Juilin, both still glowering like boys who had each wanted the whole cake.
It was obvious that he dismissed either as Nynaeve’s source of information. Elayne felt like grinning. He did so pride himself on knowing all the undercurrents, all the hidden doings. “The Tower has its ways, Thom,” she told him, cool and mysterious. “It is best not to inquire too closely into the methods of Aes Sedai.” He frowned, bushy white eyebrows drawing down uncertainly. Most satisfactory. She became aware of Juilin and Domon frowning at her, too, and suddenly it was all she could do not to blush.  They would, eventually; men did. Best to bury it quickly and hope. “Thom, have you heard anything that might indicate whether Amathera is a Darkfriend?”
“Nothing.” He tugged one long mustache irritably. “Apparently she has not seen Andric since donning the Crown of the Tree. Maybe the troubles in the streets make travel between the King’s Palace and the Panarch’s too dangerous. Maybe she has simply realized that her power equals his now, and is no longer as compliant as before. Nothing to say what her allegiances are.” With a glance at the dark-haired woman in the chair, he added, “I am grateful for the aid Mistress Egeanin gave you with those robbers, but to now I have thought she was a casually met friend. May I ask who she is to be brought into this? I seem to recall you threatening to tie a knot in any careless tongues, Nynaeve.”
“She’s Seanchan,” Nynaeve told him.  We can eat while we try to figure out what to do.”
“In front of her?” Thom said. “Seanchan?” He had heard some of the story of Falme from Elayne—some of it—and he had certainly heard the rumors here; he studied Egeanin as if wondering where she hid her horns. Juilin seemed to be strangling, if his bulging eyes were any indication; he must have heard the Tanchican rumors, too.
“Do you suggest I ask Rendra to lock her in a storeroom?” Nynaeve asked calmly. “That would cause comment, wouldn’t it? I’m fairly certain three big, hairy men can protect Elayne and me if she pulls a Seanchan army out of her pouch.  All of you, sit. I mean to eat before it grows cold.”
They did, Thom looking as ill-contented as Juilin and Domon. Sometimes Nynaeve’s bullying manner did seem to work. Perhaps Rand would respond to occasional bullying.
Putting Rand out of her mind, Elayne decided it was time to add something of worth. “I cannot see how the Black sisters can be in the Panarch’s Palace without Amathera’s knowledge,” she said, pulling her chair under her. “As I see it, that makes for three possibilities. One, Amathera is a Darkfriend. Two, she thinks they are Aes Sedai. And three, she is their prisoner.” For some reason, Thom’s approving nod made her feel warm inside. Silly. Even if he did know the Game of Houses, he was just a foolish bard who had thrown it all away to become a gleeman. “In any case, she will help them look for what they seek, but it seems to me that if she thinks they are Aes Sedai, we might be able to gain her help with the truth. And if she is a prisoner, we could gain it by freeing her. Even Liandrin and her companions could not hold on to the palace if the Panarch ordered it cleared, and that would give us a free hand to search.”
“The problem is discovering whether she is ally, dupe or captive,” Thom said, gesturing with his pair of sursa. He knew how to use the things perfectly!
Juilin shook his head. “The real problem is to reach her, whatever her situation. Jaichim Carridin has five hundred Whitecloaks around the palace like fisher-birds around the docks. The Panarch’s Legion has nearly twice that, and the Civil Watch almost as many. Few of the ring forts are held half so well.”
“We are not going to fight them,” Nynaeve said dryly. “Stop thinking with the hair on your chest. This is a time for wits, not muscle. As I see it . . . ”
The discussion went on through the meal, continuing after the last small bowl was emptied. Egeanin even offered a few cogent comments after a while spent silently, not eating and not seeming to listen. She had a sharp mind and Thom readily accepted any of her suggestions he agreed with, though he stubbornly rejected out of hand those he did not, just the way he treated everyone else. Even Domon, rather surprisingly, supported Egeanin when Nynaeve wanted her to keep quiet. “She do make sense, Mistress al’Meara. Only a fool do reject sense, wherever it do come from.”
Unfortunately, knowing where the Black sisters were did little good without knowing whether or not Amathera was with them; that, or what they were after. In the end, almost two hours of discussion came to not much more than that and a few suggestions as to how to find out about Amathera. All of which, it seemed, were to be used by the men with their spiderweb of contacts crisscrossing Tanchico.
None of the fool men wanted to leave them alone with one of the Seanchan—until Nynaeve became angry enough to wrap them all three in flows of Air while they dithered before the door. “Do you not think,” she said icily, surrounded by the glow of saidar, “that one of us might be able to do the same to her if she says boo?” She would not release any of them until they all nodded their heads, the only bits they could move.
“You keep a taut crew,” Egeanin said as soon as the door closed behind them.
“Be quiet, Seanchan!” Nynaeve folded her arms tightly; she seemed to have given up trying to pull at those braids when she was angry. “Sit down, and—be—quiet!”
It was frustrating waiting there, staring at the plum trees and falling blossoms painted on the windowless walls, pacing the floor or watching Nynaeve pace, while Thom and Juilin and Domon were out actually doing something. Yet it was worse when each man came back at intervals, to report another trail faded away to nothing, another thread snapped, hear what the others had learned, and hurry out again.
The first time Thom returned—with a second purple bruise, on the other cheek—Elayne said, “Wouldn’t you do better here, Thom, where you could hear whatever Juilin and Master Domon report? You could evaluate much better than Nynaeve or I.”
 “I’ve a lead to a house on the Verana, where Amathera supposedly went sneaking some nights before she was raised Panarch.” And he was gone before she could say another word.
When he next returned—limping distinctly more, reporting that the house was the home of Amathera’s old nurse—Elayne spoke in her firmest voice. “Thom, I want you to sit down. You will stay here. I will not have you getting yourself hurt.”
“Hurt?” he said. “Child, I never felt better in my life. Tell Juilin and Bayle there is supposedly a woman named Cerindra somewhere in this city who claims to know all sorts of dark secrets about Amathera.” And off he hobbled, cloak swirling behind him. He had another tear in that, too. Stubborn, stubborn, foolish old man.
Once a clamor penetrated the thick walls, brutal shouts and cries from the street. Rendra bustled into the room just when Elayne had decided to go down and see for herself what it was. “Some little trouble outside. Do not disturb yourself. Bayle Domon’s men, they keep it away from us, yes. I did not want you to worry.”
“A riot here?” Nynaeve said sharply. The immediate neighborhood of the inn had been one of the few calm areas in the city.
“Not to worry,” Rendra said soothingly. “Perhaps they want food. I will tell them where Bayle Domon’s soup kitchen is, and they will go away.”
The noise did die down after a while, and Rendra sent up some wine. Not until the serving man was leaving, with a sulky look on his face, did Elayne realize it was the young man with the beautiful brown eyes. The man had begun reacting to her coldest stares as if they were smiles. Did the fool think she had time to notice him now?
Waiting and pacing, pacing and waiting. Cerindra turned out to be a tirewoman dismissed for theft; not at all grateful for not being imprisoned, she would make any accusation against Amathera that was suggested to her. A fellow who claimed to have proof that Amathera was Aes Sedai and Black Ajah also claimed that the same documents proved King Andric the Dragon Reborn. The group of women whom Amathera used to meet in secret were friends Andric despised, and the shocking discovery that she financed several smuggling craft led nowhere. Almost every noble but the King himself had a finger in smuggling. Every trail ended that way. The worst Thom could discover was that Amathera had convinced two handsome young lords that each was the true love of her life and Andric only a means to an end. On the other hand, she had given audiences in the Panarch’s Palace to various lords, both alone and in company with various women recognizable as Liandrin and others on the list, and reportedly asked and accepted their advice for her decisions. Ally, or captive?
When Juilin came back, a good three hours after sunset, spinning a thumb-thick staff of ridged wood and muttering about some pale-haired fellow who had tried to rob him, Thom and Domon were already slumped disconsolately at the table with Egeanin.
“This will be Falme again,” Domon growled at the air. The stout cudgel he had acquired somewhere lay in front of him, and he wore a short sword at his belt now. “Aes Sedai. The Black Ajah. Meddling with the Panarch. If we do no find something tomorrow, I do mean to take myself out of Tanchico. The next day for certain, if my own sister do ask me to stay!”
“Tomorrow,” Thom said wearily, elbows on the table and chin on fists. “I am too tired to think straight any longer. I found myself listening to a laundryman from the Panarch’s Palace who claims he has heard Amathera singing bawdy songs, the sort you hear in the roughest taverns on the docks. I actually listened to him.”
“For me,” Juilin said, reversing a chair to straddle it, “I mean to look on tonight. I found a roofman who says the woman he keeps company with was another of Amathera’s tirewomen. According to him, Amathera discharged all of her tirewomen without warning the same evening she was invested Panarch. He will take me to talk with her after he finishes some business of his own at a merchant’s house.”
Nynaeve moved to the end of the table, fists on hips. “You will not be going anywhere tonight, Juilin. The three of you will be taking turns guarding our door.” The men protested volubly, of course, all together.
“I do have my own trade to keep up, and if I must spend my days asking questions for you . . . ”
“Mistress al’Meara, this woman is the first person I have found who’s actually seen Amathera since she was raised . . . ”
“Nynaeve, I’ll hardly be able to find a rumor tomorrow, much less trace it, if I spend the night playing at . . . ”
She let them argue themselves out. When they began to trail off, obviously thinking her convinced, she said, “Since we have nowhere else to keep the Seanchan woman, she will have to sleep with us. Elayne, will you ask Rendra to have a pallet made up? On the floor will do nicely.” Egeanin glanced at her, but said nothing.
The men were neatly boxed; either they refused flatly, and openly broke their word to do as Nynaeve said, or else argued on, sounding as if they were whining. They glowered and spluttered—and acquiesced.
Rendra was clearly surprised they requested only a pallet, but accepted the tale that Egeanin feared to risk the streets at night. She did look miffed when Thom seated himself in the hall beside their door. “Those fellows, they did not get inside however hard they tried. I told you the soup kitchen would take them away, yes? Guests at the Three Plum Court have no need for the bodyguards on their rooms.”
“I am sure not,” Elayne told her, gently trying to push her out with the door. “It’s just that Thom and the others do worry so. You know how men are.”
Nynaeve immediately turned to Egeanin, who was spreading her pallet on the far side of the bed.  I want to be sure you don’t have another knife hidden away.”
Egeanin calmly stood and undressed down to her linen shift. Nynaeve searched through her dress thoroughly, then insisted on searching Egeanin as well, and none too gently. Finding nothing did not seem to soothe her.
“Hands behind your back, Seanchan. Elayne, bind her.”
“Nynaeve, I don’t think she—”
“Bind her with the Power, Elayne,” Nynaeve said roughly, “or I’ll cut strips from her dress and bind her hands and heels. You remember how she handled those fellows in the street. Probably her own hirelings.  Seanchan, Elayne!” She sounded as if she hated the dark-haired woman for a personal wrong, which made no sense. Egwene had been in their hands, but not Nynaeve. The set of her jaw said she meant to have her way, with the Power or with ropes if she could find them.
Egeanin had already placed her wrists together in the small of her back, compliant if not meek. Elayne wove a flow of Air around them and tied it off; at least it would be more comfortable than bindings cut out of her dress. Egeanin flexed her arms slightly, testing the bonds she could not see, and shivered. She could as easily have broken steel chains. Shrugging, she laid herself down awkwardly on the pallet and turned her back to them.
Nynaeve began undoing her own dress. “Let me have the ring, Elayne.”
“Are you sure, Nynaeve?” She looked at Egeanin in a significant manner. The woman seemed to be paying no attention to them.
“She’ll not go running to betray us tonight.” Pausing to pull the dress over her head, Nynaeve sat on the edge of the bed in her thin silk Taraboner shift to roll down her stockings. “Tonight is the agreed night. Egwene will expect one of us, and it is my turn. She will be worried if neither of us appears.”
Elayne fished the leather cord around her neck out of the bosom of her dress. The stone ring, all flecks and stripes in blue and brown and red, lay snuggled against the golden serpent eating its own tail. Unknotting the string long enough to hand the ter’angreal to Nynaeve, she retied and replaced it. Nynaeve strung the stone ter’angreal with her own Great Serpent ring and Lan’s heavy gold ring, let them hang between her breasts.
“Give me an hour after you are certain I’m asleep,” she said, stretching out atop the blue coverlet. “It should take no longer than that. And keep an eye on her.”
“What can she do bound, Nynaeve?” Elayne hesitated before adding, “I don’t think she would try to harm us if she were loose.”
“Don’t you dare!” Nynaeve raised her head to glare at Egeanin’s back, then lay back on the pillows again. “An hour, Elayne.” Closing her eyes, she wriggled to make herself more comfortable. “That should be more than enough,” she murmured.
Hiding a yawn behind her hand, Elayne brought the low stool to the foot of the bed, where she could watch Nynaeve, and Egeanin, too, though that hardly seemed necessary. The woman lay huddled on her pallet with her knees up, hands securely fastened. It had been a strangely tiring day considering that they had never left the inn. Nynaeve was already muttering softly in her sleep. With her elbows jutting out.
Egeanin lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. “She hates me, I think.”
“Go to sleep.” Elayne stifled another yawn.
“You do not.”
“Don’t be too sure of yourself,” she said firmly. “You are taking this very calmly. How can you be so calm?”
“Calm?” The other woman’s hands moved involuntarily, twisting at her Air-woven bonds. “I am so terrified I could weep.” She did not sound it. Yet it sounded the simple truth.
“We won’t harm you, Egeanin.” Whatever Nynaeve wanted, she would see to that. “Go to sleep.” After a moment Egeanin’s head lowered.
An hour. It was right not to worry Egwene needlessly, but she wished that hour could be spent on their problem instead of wandering uselessly in Tel’aran’rhiod. If they could not find out whether Amathera was prisoner or captive . . . Set that aside; I won’t puzzle it out here. Once they did find out, how could they get inside the palace with all those soldiers about, and the Civil Watch, not to mention Liandrin and the others?
Nynaeve had started snoring softly, a habit she denied even more heatedly than she did flinging her elbows about. Egeanin appeared to be taking the long, slow breaths of deep sleep. Yawning into the back of her hand, Elayne shifted on the hard wooden seat and began planning how to sneak into the Panarch’s Palace.


Digital up- or downconversion.
[tOut,signalOut] = rfmixer(tIn,signalIn,mwFreq,type) [tOut,signalOut] = rfmixer(tIn,signalIn,mwFreq,type,Opt)
This function mixes the input signal (signalIn
as a function of the time axis tIn
in microseconds) with the LO frequency specified in the field mwFreq
. Depending on the mixer type is specified in type
, the function acts as a double-sideband (DSB) mixer, single-sideband (SSB) mixer or performs IQ modulation, demodulation or frequency shifting.
The output contains the time axis data in tOut
(in microseconds) and the output signal in signalOut
.
For up- or downconversion with a digital double-sideband (DSB) mixer, single-sideband (SSB) mixer or IQ modulation, only the in-phase component of the output is returned.
For IQ demodulation or frequency shift, the in-phase and quadrature parts of the up- or downconverted signal are contained in the real and imaginary part of signalOut
.
Resampling of the input signal before up/downconversion can be performed by specifying a new sampling time step in Opt.dt
. If no time step is given, the time step for the output signal is computed based on the maximum frequency of the signal.
If you don't request any output, rfmixer
plots the up/downconverted signal.
The possible input arguments to the function are:
tIn
signalIn
signalIn
for IQ modulation or IQ frequency shift.
mwFreq
'IQshift'
option, the sign indicating the direction of the frequency shift needs to be included.
type
'DSB'
: double-sideband mixer
'USB'
: single-sideband mixer, upper sideband selected
'LSB'
: single-sideband mixer, lower sideband selected
'IQmod'
: IQ modulator, IQ mixer operation with I and Q inputs and real signal output
'IQdemod'
: IQ demodulator, IQ mixer operation with real signal input and I and Q outputs
'IQshift'
: IQ frequency shifter, the center frequency of the IQ input signal is shifted (signal output of an IQ mixer before the power combiner)
Opt
(optional)
Opt
is a structure containing different options for the digital up/downconversion. The available fields are listed below.
dt
1/(2*Opt.OverSampleFactor*maxfreq)
.
OverSampleFactor
InterpolationMethod
interp1
(default = 'spline'
).
BandwidthThreshold
HilbertThreshold
NoiseCutoffThreshold
The digital up/downconversion is performed as
For single-sideband up/downconversion and IQ demodulation, the quadrature signal Q is determined from the real input signal I by Hilbert transformation. The Hilbert transform of I corresponds to Q only if the Fourier transforms of the amplitude and phase contributions to I do not overlap (Bedrosian's product theorem, see Boashash, B., Estimating and interpreting the instantaneous frequency of a signal. I. Fundamentals. Proc. IEEE 80, 520 (1992), DOI: 10.1109/5.135376). rfmixer
checks for validity of this assumption and returns an error if it is not satisfied. In some cases, noise contributions to the signal lead to increased overlap. The calculation can still be performed if Opt.HilbertThreshold
is increased.
The different options available in rfmixer
are listed below with schematic block diagrams of the corresponding types of mixers and a simple example of operation.
'DSB'
)
'LSB'
)
'USB'
)
'IQmod'
)
'IQdemod'
)
'IQshift'
)


September 10, 2019
Lambda Calculator Build
This is a functional calculator built using react and programmed
with Javascript using the eval method on strings due to the project
requirment of using calculations based off of strings. Html and css
were applied here as well.
Github H Repo
September 09, 2019
Lambda Scoreboard Build
This was the introduction to React and setState. We used this to
build buttons to keep score on this board.
GitHub Repo
September 06, 2019
Sprint Challenge: Newspaper
This was a timed challenge using html, and Less to create an entry
for a newspaper. The data is being acquired with axios from an API.
Additionally there was the creation of a carousel that loops
infinitely. Pretty cool implementation.
GitHub Repo
September 05,
GitHub User Card
This project used axios to retrieve data and javascript to map
throught the data to build out each persons card.
GitHub Repo
September 04, 2019
Newsfeed Components
This site was build to test the use of collapsible menu and newsfeed
components.This is handled by using click events and manipulating
the DOM.
GitHub Repo
August 29, 2019
Receipt Tracker
This site is the landing page for a receit tracking platform called
Receipt Tracker. This displays the use of html, css and less. The
results are the product of a team collaboration over 4 days. My
first Build Week Project.
GitHub Repo
November 13,
ToDo List
This project used context api and reducer functions for state
management throught the app. This is applied to a full CRUD
operation in this to-do list.
GitHub Repo


RTHackPack
WebRTC video
You'll need to run this as a service to get video and audio working. Try firing up
python -m SimpleHTTPServer
and you'll be able to view your work at http://localhost:8000/
Their id:
PeerJS Video Chat
Your id:
...
Share this id with others so they can call you.
Make a call
Call


Pirate (ARRR) is a cryptocurrency that solves the issue of financial privacy on the blockchain through forced anonymous transactions. Protect your wallet and transactions with Pirate’s completely anonymous network. With forced private transactions, your privacy cannot be compromised by another users’ activity on the network. If you wish to learn more, please join the official Pirate Discord at https://pirate.black/discord/ or message FishyGuts#5085, who will be happy to help out.
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GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 12:03 AM
[dscrd-prt] <Draeth> welcome!
 We have a casino to lose it all in too! #1st-floor
GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 06:52 AM
[dscrd-prt] <passcombo.com > if one needs a camera could be good pr to buy one with arrr from aantonop ?
Andrey Kaganskikh, a journalist for MBK Media, has found that access to Moscow’s surveillance cameras — and their new facial recognition technology — is being sold on the black market.
GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 11:49 AM
[dscrd-prt] <passcombo.com > cool
[dscrd-prt] <passcombo.com > Im surprised you pay with fiat, not BTC :troll:
[dscrd-prt] <P3L3> you mean arrr
[dscrd-prt] <passcombo.com > BTC crypto and decentralization may bring as much good as evil
[dscrd-prt] <passcombo.com > the fact you can pay hitman online or survailance cameras ...
GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 12:19 PM
[dscrd-prt] <ComputerGenie > BTC and decentralization are opposing concepts(edited)
GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 02:12 PM
[dscrd-prt] <> Hi, does anyone have 3D printable stl files of Komodo and/or ecosystem project's logos?
There is a request for them here https://discordapp.com/channels/412898016371015680/448496811271782416/652507541778989120 for distribution at a Marmara Workshop.
[dscrd-prt] <ComputerGenie > a 3d rendition of mammalian conception, in green, why would anyone want that?
[dscrd-prt] <> ... and/or ecosystem project ...
As Pirate is a Komodo ecosystem project, it would generate publicity for Pirate too!
[dscrd-prt] <> Anyway, already informed Draeth
[dscrd-prt] <> Maybe the person / group involved in the Pirate Chest has something readily avilable.
[dscrd-prt] <> (iirc that chest was 3D printed)
GatewayBOT06-Dec-19 02:37 PM
[dscrd-prt] <ComputerGenie > I just couldn't resist "taking a jab" at that hideous logo that I abhor(edited)


Constructor
new PolicyManager(args)
Create an policy manager.
Parameters:
| Name | Type | Description | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
args |
Object | An object consists of several properties.
Properties
|
- Source:
Members
callAPI :function
callAPI Function (which should be granted by AcrosureClient#callAPI )
Type:
- function
- Source:
Methods
(async) get(id) → {Object}
Get policy with the specify id.
Parameters:
| Name | Type | Description |
|---|---|---|
id |
string | Policy id. |
- Source:
Returns:
Policy
- Type
- Object
(async) list(args) → {Array}
Get policies list with or without query.
Parameters:
| Name | Type | Description |
|---|---|---|
args |
Object | Query object (See Acrosure API document for more detail). |
- Source:
Returns:
Policies
- Type
- Array


Challenging DOM
The hardest part in automated web testing is finding the best locators (e.g., ones that well named, unique, and unlikely to change). It's more often than not that the application you're testing was not built with this concept in mind. This example demonstrates that with unique IDs, a table with no helpful locators, and a canvas element.
| Lorem | Ipsum | Dolor | Sit | Amet | Diceret | Action |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Iuvaret0 | Apeirian0 | Adipisci0 | Definiebas0 | Consequuntur0 | Phaedrum0 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret1 | Apeirian1 | Adipisci1 | Definiebas1 | Consequuntur1 | Phaedrum1 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret2 | Apeirian2 | Adipisci2 | Definiebas2 | Consequuntur2 | Phaedrum2 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret3 | Apeirian3 | Adipisci3 | Definiebas3 | Consequuntur3 | Phaedrum3 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret4 | Apeirian4 | Adipisci4 | Definiebas4 | Consequuntur4 | Phaedrum4 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret5 | Apeirian5 | Adipisci5 | Definiebas5 | Consequuntur5 | Phaedrum5 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret6 | Apeirian6 | Adipisci6 | Definiebas6 | Consequuntur6 | Phaedrum6 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret7 | Apeirian7 | Adipisci7 | Definiebas7 | Consequuntur7 | Phaedrum7 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret8 | Apeirian8 | Adipisci8 | Definiebas8 | Consequuntur8 | Phaedrum8 | edit delete |
| Iuvaret9 | Apeirian9 | Adipisci9 | Definiebas9 | Consequuntur9 | Phaedrum9 | edit delete |


Download and install
Download the file from here.
RotY
Add ./js/roty.min.js to your html file
Add roty attribute to initialize the element
Using Default Configurations for all:
Using this will make all the "roty" buttons rotate at given angle.
Configuring options in roty attribute
This will rotate the element by given angle in roty attribute.
Unsetting the rotation:
This will unset rotation when mouse or cursor is out from the element.
Custom event mode, mode:click
mode: eventName
- click
- mouseover
This will apply custom event mode on the element.
Custom speed, speed:0.8
speed: value
This will apply custom speed on the element.


1 implementation of StartActivity
System.Management.Automation (1)
utils\tracing\EtwEventCorrelator.cs (1)
112
public IEtwActivityReverter
StartActivity
()
2 references to StartActivity
System.Management.Automation (2)
utils\tracing\EtwEventCorrelator.cs (2)
23
/// or diagnostics. Prefer using <see cref="
StartActivity
()"/>
110
/// Implements <see cref="IEtwEventCorrelator.
StartActivity
()"/>.


FindBugs Performance Improvements and RegressionsI did a performance check against 179 benchmarks applications I regularly test against. Overall (total the total time to analyze all 179 benchmarks), FindBugs 2.0 gives a 9% performance improvement over 1.3.9. 154 of the 179 benchmarks saw performance improvements; 24 saw regressions. All of the benchmarks that saw regressions of more than 10% were small benchmarks (analyzed in less than 60 seconds), which makes consistent benchmarking particularly difficult. I'm working to repeat the benchmarks, see if the results are consistent. I took a look, and couldn't find anything that stood out as being a performance glitch in FindBugs. I haven't yet done benchmarking with constrained memory. It is possible that you may need to increase the heap size for FindBugs 2.0.Important Request If you are seeing any significant performance regressions in FindBugs 2.0,
I very much need your help. Please either email<EMAIL_ADDRESS>or file a
bug report. with the following information from the xml file for your project (from both the
1.3.9 and 2.0.0 version if possible). Sending me your code or pointing me to a open source repository
would be great, but I know that isn't feasible for a lot of projects. The information I'm requesting
doesn't include any information about the code being analyzed other than the total size of the code
being analyzed and the total number of issues found at the different confidence levels. The
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MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK A film review by James Berardinelli Copyright 1993 James Berardinelli
Rating (Linear 0 to 10): 4.6
Date Released: 8/6/93 Running Length: 1:24 Rated: PG-13 (Mature themes, body parts, language)
Starring: Andrew Lowery, Traci Lind, Danny Zorn, Edward Herrmann, Mary Beth Hurt Director: Bob Balaban Producer: Sean S. Cunningham Screenplay: Dean Lorey Music: Harry Manfredini Released by Touchstone Pictures
For twelve years, Johnny Dingle (Andrew Lowery) has been hopelessly in love with Missy McCloud (Traci Lind). Now, with the approach of the Senior Prom, Johnny finally gets up the courage to ask Missy out. Unfortunately, before he has the opportunity, he's killed in a convenience store robbery. But never fear! Not even death can hold back Johnny and, despite the annoying tendency of several of his body parts to fall off, he returns from the grave to go to the prom with Missy. Surprisingly enough, she's a lot more attracted to him now that he's dead than she ever was while he was alive (I guess he gets points for being unusual).
Those expecting this to be an unapologetically silly movie are right on the money. However, as idiotic as it is, MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK is not without a few redeeming qualities. Much like last year's BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, there are enough clever touches to the film to keep it from becoming tedious or unwatchable. I would never argue that MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK is a good movie, nor would I recommend it to anyone, but it's not nearly as awful as the title would suggest, and there are at least a few worse pictures available at the moment.
One of the primary problems with this film is that while it has a fun, lighthearted tone, it isn't nearly funny enough. Far too many jokes fall flat, and those that do succeed are more likely to provoke an amused smirk than any genuine laughter. The premise is somewhat underused, at least as far as humor goes.
MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK is pretty good at self-parody, though. The nonchalant way that everyone treats Johnny's return is clever and enjoyable to watch. Nothing that happens seems to shock anyone; they take it all in stride. In fact, Missy is flattered that a guy would do something like come back from the dead for her.
 They are proud of their son's achievement, but determined to do everything necessary to keep things normal. When it turns out that Johnny needs to eat living flesh to keep him from decaying, his mother goes to the store and picks up a stray kid in case he wants a snack. When the neighbors threaten to burn Johnny, Mom pulls out a gun and aims it in their direction.
There is an anti-racist, anti-prejudice message that doesn't work. I recognize that the people behind MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK are trying to do something positive, but comparing the plight of the undead--a truly ridiculous situation to begin with--to the bigotry faced by many minorities is more than just a bad idea; it's insensitive. I can even see where some might find it downright offensive.
It's surprising how good the cast is. They do their jobs in the right spirit, giving excellent, deadpan (no pun intended) performances that keep this film from going into cardiac arrest. How fine actors like Mary Beth Hurt and Edward Herrmann can keep straight faces through these proceedings is difficult to conceive. Andrew Lowery's Johnny may be the star of the show, but they steal the spotlight.
One inventive touch found in the movie serves to emphasize the comic-book quality of the story. Many of the scenes are started with cartoon panels that turn into live-action sequences. Director Bob Balaban has fun blending fantasy, comedy, and parody together, and does a surprisingly smooth job of it. If only his script had more bite, this could have been a worthwhile film.
As it is, MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK is about as mindless as a movie can get. That's not always a bad thing to say about a film, but it certainly isn't an heartfelt endorsement. Maybe when it comes on cable, it will be worth a look--that's about the right medium for something of this sort. MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK has its moments, just not enough of them.
This review is copyright 1993 by James Berardinelli
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Genghis Khan
Genghis Khan is a movie starring Stephen Boyd, Omar Sharif, and James Mason. During the thirteenth century, the shy Mongol boy Temujin (Carlo Cura) becomes the fearless leader Genghis Khan (Omar Sharif), who unites all Mongol tribes...


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Download CamFort
- Binaries
- Build from source:
Download the source from GitHub.
Compilation requires ghc (6.3 or above). Then compile to binary via:
runhaskell Setup.hs configure
runhaskell Setup.hs build
ghc --make Main.hs -o camfort -package mtl
CamFort is in development and we would value any feedback! Please e-mail
dominic.orchard AT cl.cam.ac.uk if you have any problems.
Quick guide to using units-of-measure feature of CamFort
More details of this tool can be found in the ICCS'15 publication. We give a quick guide to getting started here.
Consider the following Fortran source file:
example.f90
program example
implicit none
real :: x
real :: t
real :: v
x = 50
t = 1.3
v = x / t
end program
CamFort can report the set of critical variables, that is, a minimal set
of variables which, if given a unit, would provide the most amount of information to
the type checker. This can be done as follows:
$ camfort criticalUnits
For example, if we are in the current directory of example.f90 we can just do:
$ camfort criticalUnits .
CamFort 0.615 - Cambridge Fortran Infrastructure.
Infering critical variables for units inference in directory "."
./iccs.f90
./iccs.f90: Critical variables: t,x
CamFort tells us that t and x are critical variables, so we annotate
those with unit information (m (metres) for x and s (seconds) for t here):
example.f90
program example
implicit none
real, unit(m) :: x
real, unit(s) :: t
real :: v
x = 50
t = 1.3
v = x / t
end program
We can now ask CamFort to infer the rest of the units, which outputs to a file:
$ camfort units
For example, if we are in the current directory of example.f90 and we want to output
to a new directory 'out' then we can do:
$ mkdir out
$ camfort units . out
CamFort 0.615 - Cambridge Fortran Infrastructure.
Inferring units for "."
./iccs.f90
./iccs.f90: Added 1 non-unitless annotation: m / s
./iccs.f90: checked/inferred 3 user variables
Writing refactored files to directory: out/
Writing out/iccs.f90
We see that CamFort has added one annotation:
out/example.f90
program example
implicit none
real, unit(m) :: x
real, unit(s) :: t
real, unit(m / s) :: v
x = 50
t = 1.3
v = x / t
end program
So now we have units for all variables. But when we want to compile using our usual compiler tool chain we need to erase these annotations. CamFort can do this as part of your build process:
$ camfort removeUnits
For example:
$ mkdir src
$ camfort removeUnits out src
Which now give us:
src/example.f90
program example
implicit none
real :: x
real :: t
real :: v
x = 50
t = 1.3
v = x / t
end program
We are currently in the process of allowing unit attributes to be given only as comments,
which simplifies the integration of CamFort with your existing tool chain (no need to
run the 'remove' step).
CamFort is in development and we would value any feedback! Please e-mail
dominic.orchard AT cl.cam.ac.uk if you have any problems.
More details of our project can be found here.
Last modified: Tue Jun 2 11:26:32 GMT 2015


Washington Redskins' Dwayne Haskins takes selfie with fan, misses final snap
by Frank MilesDwayne Haskins just won his first victory as starting quarterback.
But, he messed it up when the Washington Redskins rookie missed the final snap in victory formation to take a selfie with a fan in the front row.
“I was so hype I think I broke a water bottle,” Haskins, the former Ohio State star, said, as ESPN reported. “I look up and we were in victory (formation) and said, ‘Oh, I thought the game was over with already.’ But I’ll get it next time.”
Dustin Hopkins connected on a 39-yard field goal with 16 seconds left, and the Redskins snapped a four-game skid and won their first game at home in 13 months.
Haskins scrambled for 11 yards and completed passes of 5 yards to Kelvin Harmon and 17 to Terry McLaurin to set up Hopkins’ go-ahead field goal.
The 15th overall draft pick was 13 of 29 for 156 yards and an interception.
With Haskins away from the field, backup Case Keenum took a knee to run out the clock in Washington’s second win of the season.
It was a 19-16 comeback win over the Detroit Lions.
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The weird ending confused even interim coach Bill Callahan.
“We were looking for him,” Callahan said.  I think he thought it was over. I’ll have to find out a little bit more.”
His actions angered at least one football great, as The New York Post reported.
“How do miss the last snap of a game because ur taking selfies,” tweeted Redskins legend Joe Theismann, who before the season gave Haskins his blessing to wear his former No. 7 for the first time since he retired in 1985. “That’s unprofessional & wrong.”
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A fan seen in the selfie took the side of Haskins, retweeting Theismann’s tweet with the photo and the message: “OK. BOOMER.”
The Associated Press contributed to this report.


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I love using mixed media! I thoroughly enjoy Graphic Design because it is not just a pencil or a computer; it is so much more than that! I have gained skills in image transfer, mono-printing, light trails, book making, screen printing, Cyanotype, photomontage, lino printing, spray painting and professional work mounting.
I have an interest in Brand and Identity, Promotion, Illustration, both working in a team and independently, photography, and information design. I am incredibly passionate about Graphic design; it is an important part of who I am. I never stop thinking creatively and see aspects of Graphic Design in everything I do. One of the main reasons I am very ambitious about Graphic Design because I never see it as work. I really enjoy what I do and am very positive about keeping to deadlines and achieving high levels by always going the extra mile.
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KituraOpenAPIConfig
public struct KituraOpenAPIConfig
Defines the endpoints for the OpenAPI document and SwaggerUI tool when used
in conjunction with KituraOpenAPI.addEndpoints(to:with:)
.
-
Path to serve OpenAPI specification from. If nil, do not serve.
Declaration
Swift
public let apiPath: String?
-
Path to serve SwaggerUI from. If nil, do not serve.
Declaration
Swift
public let swaggerUIPath: String?
-
Create a
KituraOpenAPIConfig
with custom endpoints.Declaration
Swift
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The Seven Bowls of God's Wrath
1 Then I heard a loud voice from the temple telling the seven angels, “Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God.”
2 So the first angel went and poured out his bowl on the earth, and harmful and painful sores came upon the people who bore the mark of the beast and worshiped its image.
3 The second angel poured out his bowl into the sea, and it became like the blood of a corpse, and every living thing died that was in the sea.
4 The third angel poured out his bowl into the rivers and the springs of water, and they became blood.
5 And I heard the angel in charge of the waters say,
“Just are you, O Holy One, who is and who was,
for you brought these judgments.
6 For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets,
and you have given them blood to drink.
It is what they deserve!”
7 And I heard the altar saying,
“Yes, Lord God the Almighty,
true and just are your judgments!”
8 The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and it was allowed to scorch people with fire.
9 They were scorched by the fierce heat, and they cursed the name of God who had power over these plagues. They did not repent and give him glory.
10 The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and its kingdom was plunged into darkness. People gnawed their tongues in anguish
11 and cursed the God of heaven for their pain and sores. They did not repent of their deeds.
12 The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its water was dried up, to prepare the way for the kings from the east.
13 And I saw, coming out of the mouth of the dragon and out of the mouth of the beast and out of the mouth of the false prophet, three unclean spirits like frogs.
14 For they are demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty.
15 (“Behold, I am coming like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays awake, keeping his garments on, that he may not go about naked and be seen exposed!”)
16 And they assembled them at the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon.
The Seventh Bowl
17 The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and a loud voice came out of the temple, from the throne, saying, “It is done!”
18 And there were flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, and a great earthquake such as there had never been since man was on the earth, so great was that earthquake.
19 The great city was split into three parts, and the cities of the nations fell, and God remembered Babylon the great, to make her drain the cup of the wine of the fury of his wrath.
20 And every island fled away, and no mountains were to be found.
21 And great hailstones, about one hundred pounds each, fell from heaven on people; and they cursed God for the plague of the hail, because the plague was so severe.


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The Purpose of this script is to change the speed of the music based on local tempo inputted by the player. The velocity is caculated by taking a ratio between the localBPM and MasterBPM. The local BPM is determined by the prep gesture More...
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| delegate void | TempoControllerDelegate (float localBPM) |
| delegate void | TempoControllerDelegateUpdate () |
| bool | getIsPiecePlaying () |
| void | playPiece () |
| Access Wwise functionality to play current piece if not already playing and the prep beat gesture has been completed More... | |
| void | StopPiece () |
| Access Wwise functionality to pause current piece. More... | |
| float | GetLocalBPM () |
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| void | SetNewBPM (int newBPM) |
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| string | rtpcID |
Properties | |
| bool | IsPrepComplete [get, set] |
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| static TempoControllerDelegate | PlayPiece |
| static TempoControllerDelegate | PieceStop |
| static TempoControllerDelegate | PieceInterrupt |
| static TempoControllerDelegateUpdate | TempoOnUpdate |
The Purpose of this script is to change the speed of the music based on local tempo inputted by the player. The velocity is caculated by taking a ratio between the localBPM and MasterBPM. The local BPM is determined by the prep gesture
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| bool TempoController.getIsPiecePlaying | ( | ) |
Definition at line 68 of file TempoController.cs.
| float TempoController.GetLocalBPM | ( | ) |
Definition at line 116 of file TempoController.cs.
| void TempoController.playPiece | ( | ) |
Access Wwise functionality to play current piece if not already playing and the prep beat gesture has been completed
Definition at line 76 of file TempoController.cs.
| void TempoController.SetNewBPM | ( | int | newBPM | ) |
Set local BPM to new val
| newBPM | New BPM to set localBPM |
Definition at line 125 of file TempoController.cs.
| void TempoController.StopPiece | ( | ) |
Access Wwise functionality to pause current piece.
Definition at line 107 of file TempoController.cs.
| delegate void TempoController.TempoControllerDelegate | ( | float | localBPM | ) |
| delegate void TempoController.TempoControllerDelegateUpdate | ( | ) |
| string TempoController.rtpcID |
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Get whether prep is complete and set it
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Our WordPress WP Google Calendar Manager plugin is an nice and user friendly tool for Displaying your Google calendar events on your WordPress website as a nice Calendar with multi-modes.
With WP Google Calendar Manager you can get your upcoming events from your Google calendar just with a button click.
WP Google Calendar Manager features
- Display events from Google Calendars.
- Intuitive admin settings for simple configuration changes.
- Import upcoming events from Google Calendar.
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- Display your calendar with many languages.
- Secured connection established between your site and Google using the OAuth standard.
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public interface Database extends CauseCloseable, Flushable
open
to obtain a Database instance. Examples:
Open a non-durable database, limited to a max size of 100MB:
DatabaseConfig config = new DatabaseConfig().maxCacheSize(100_000_000); Database db = Database.open(config);
Open a regular database, setting the minimum cache size to ensure enough
memory is initially available. A weak durability mode
offers the best transactional commit performance.
DatabaseConfig config = new DatabaseConfig() .baseFilePath("/var/lib/tupl/myapp") .minCacheSize(100_000_000) .durabilityMode(DurabilityMode.NO_FLUSH); Database db = Database.open(config);
The following files are created by the above example:
/var/lib/tupl/myapp.db
– primary data file
/var/lib/tupl/myapp.info
– text file describing the database configuration
/var/lib/tupl/myapp.lock
– lock file to ensure that at most one process can have the database open
/var/lib/tupl/myapp.redo.0
– first transaction redo log file
New redo log files are created by checkpoints
, which
also delete the old files. When snapshots
are in
progress, one or more numbered temporary files are created. For example:
/var/lib/tupl/myapp.temp.123
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DatabaseConfig
| Modifier and Type | Interface and Description |
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static class |
Database.Stats
Collection of database
statistics . |
| Modifier and Type | Method and Description |
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void |
applyCachePrimer(InputStream in)
Prime the cache, from a set encoded
earlier . |
Snapshot |
beginSnapshot()
Support for capturing a snapshot (hot backup) of the database, while
still allowing concurrent modifications.
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default long |
capacityLimit()
Returns the current capacity limit, rounded down by page size.
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default void |
capacityLimit(long bytes)
Set a soft capacity limit for the database, to prevent filling up the storage
device.
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default void |
capacityLimitOverride(long bytes)
Set capacity limits for the current thread, allowing it to perform tasks which can free
up space.
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void |
checkpoint()
Durably sync and checkpoint all changes to the database.
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default void |
close()
Closes the database, ensuring durability of committed transactions.
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void |
close(Throwable cause)
Closes the database after an unexpected failure.
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boolean |
compactFile(CompactionObserver observer,
double target)
Compacts the database by shrinking the database file.
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void |
createCachePrimer(OutputStream out)
Writes a cache priming set into the given stream, which can then be used later to
prime the cache. |
Runnable |
deleteIndex(Index index)
Fully closes and deletes the given index, but does not immediately reclaim the pages it
occupied.
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static Database |
destroy(DatabaseConfig config)
Delete the contents of an existing database, and replace it with an
empty one.
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Index |
findIndex(byte[] name)
Returns the given named index, returning null if not found.
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default Index |
findIndex(String name)
Returns the given named index, returning null if not found.
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void |
flush()
Flushes, but does not sync, all non-flushed transactions.
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default Index |
indexById(byte[] id)
Returns an index by its identifier, returning null if not found.
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Index |
indexById(long id)
Returns an index by its identifier, returning null if not found.
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View |
indexRegistryById()
Returns an
unmodifiable View which maps all available
index identifiers to names. |
View |
indexRegistryByName()
Returns an
unmodifiable View which maps all available
index names to identifiers. |
Index |
newTemporaryIndex()
Creates a new unnamed temporary index.
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default Transaction |
newTransaction()
Returns a new Transaction with the
default
durability mode. |
Transaction |
newTransaction(DurabilityMode durabilityMode)
Returns a new Transaction with the given durability mode.
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static Database |
open(DatabaseConfig config)
Open a database, creating it if necessary.
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Index |
openIndex(byte[] name)
Returns the given named index, creating it if necessary.
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default Index |
openIndex(String name)
Returns the given named index, creating it if necessary.
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long |
preallocate(long bytes)
Preallocates pages for immediate use.
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void |
renameIndex(Index index,
byte[] newName)
Renames the given index to the one given.
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default void |
renameIndex(Index index,
String newName)
Renames the given index to the one given.
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static Database |
restoreFromSnapshot(DatabaseConfig config,
InputStream in)
Restore from a
snapshot , into the data files defined by the given
configuration. |
void |
resumeCheckpoints()
Resume automatic checkpoints after having been temporarily
suspended . |
void |
shutdown()
Cleanly closes the database, ensuring durability of all modifications.
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Database.Stats |
stats()
Returns a collection of database statistics.
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void |
suspendCheckpoints()
Temporarily suspend automatic checkpoints without waiting for any in-progress checkpoint
to complete.
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void |
sync()
Persists all non-flushed and non-sync'd transactions.
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boolean |
verify(VerificationObserver observer)
Verifies the integrity of the database and all indexes.
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static Database open(DatabaseConfig config) throws IOException
IOException
static Database destroy(DatabaseConfig config) throws IOException
IOException
Index findIndex(byte[] name) throws IOException
IOException
default Index findIndex(String name) throws IOException
IOException
Index openIndex(byte[] name) throws IOException
IOException
default Index openIndex(String name) throws IOException
IOException
Index indexById(long id) throws IOException
IllegalArgumentException
- if id is reservedIOException
default Index indexById(byte[] id) throws IOException
id
- big-endian encoded long integerIllegalArgumentException
- if id is malformed or reservedIOException
void renameIndex(Index index, byte[] newName) throws IOException
index
- non-null open indexnewName
- new non-null nameClosedIndexException
- if index reference is closedIllegalStateException
- if name is already in use by another indexIllegalArgumentException
- if index belongs to another database instanceIOException
default void renameIndex(Index index, String newName) throws IOException
index
- non-null open indexnewName
- new non-null nameClosedIndexException
- if index reference is closedIllegalStateException
- if name is already in use by another indexIllegalArgumentException
- if index belongs to another database instanceIOException
Runnable deleteIndex(Index index) throws IOException
Once deleted, the index reference appears empty and unmodifiable
. A new index by the original name can be created, which will be assigned a
different unique identifier. Any transactions still referring to the old index will not
affect the new index.
If the deletion task is never started or it doesn't finish normally, it will resume when the database is re-opened. All resumed deletions are completed in serial order by a background thread.
index
- non-null open indexClosedIndexException
- if index reference is closedIllegalArgumentException
- if index belongs to another database instanceIOException
EventListener
,
Index.drop
Index newTemporaryIndex() throws IOException
IOException
View indexRegistryByName() throws IOException
unmodifiable
View which maps all available
index names to identifiers. Identifiers are long integers, big-endian
encoded.IOException
View indexRegistryById() throws IOException
unmodifiable
View which maps all available
index identifiers to names. Identifiers are long integers, big-endian
encoded.IOException
default Transaction newTransaction()
default
durability mode.Transaction newTransaction(DurabilityMode durabilityMode)
default
is used.long preallocate(long bytes) throws IOException
IOException
default void capacityLimit(long bytes)
DatabaseFullException
. No explicit limit is defined by default, and the option is
ignored by non-durable databases. The limit is checked only when the database attempts
to grow, and so it can be set smaller than the current database size.
Even with a capacity limit, the database file can still slowly grow in size.
Explicit overrides and critical operations can allocate space which can only be
reclaimed by compaction
.
bytes
- maximum capacity, in bytes; pass -1 for no limitdefault long capacityLimit()
default void capacityLimitOverride(long bytes)
bytes
- maximum capacity, in bytes; pass -1 for no limit; pass 0 to remove overrideSnapshot beginSnapshot() throws IOException
checkpoint
method immediately before to ensure that an up-to-date snapshot is
captured.
To restore from a snapshot, store it in the primary data file, which
is the base file with a ".db" extension. Make sure no redo log files
exist and then open the database. Alternatively, call restoreFromSnapshot
, which also supports restoring
into separate data files.
During the snapshot, temporary files are created to hold pre-modified copies of pages. If the snapshot destination stream blocks for too long, these files keep growing. File growth rate increases too if the database is being heavily modified. In the worst case, the temporary files can become larger than the primary database files.
IOException
static Database restoreFromSnapshot(DatabaseConfig config, InputStream in) throws IOException
snapshot
, into the data files defined by the given
configuration. All existing data and redo log files at the snapshot destination are
deleted before the restore begins.in
- snapshot source; does not require extra buffering; auto-closedIOException
void createCachePrimer(OutputStream out) throws IOException
prime
the cache.out
- cache priming destination; buffering is recommended; not auto-closedIOException
DatabaseConfig.cachePriming(boolean)
void applyCachePrimer(InputStream in) throws IOException
earlier
.in
- caching priming source; buffering is recommended; not auto-closedIOException
DatabaseConfig.cachePriming(boolean)
Database.Stats stats()
void flush() throws IOException
no-flush
effectively
become no-sync
durable.flush
in interface Flushable
IOException
void sync() throws IOException
no-flush
and no-sync
effectively become sync
durable.IOException
void checkpoint() throws IOException
configurable
rate.IOException
void suspendCheckpoints()
resume
call to enable automatic checkpoints again.IllegalStateException
- if suspended more than 231 timesvoid resumeCheckpoints()
suspended
.IllegalStateException
- if resumed more than suspendedboolean compactFile(CompactionObserver observer, double target) throws IOException
If the compaction target cannot be met, the entire operation aborts. If the database is being concurrently modified, large compaction targets will likely never succeed. Although compacting by smaller amounts is more likely to succeed, the entire database must still be scanned. A minimum target of 0.5 is recommended for the compaction to be worth the effort.
Compaction requires some amount of free space for page movement, and so some free space might still linger following a massive compaction.  The first iteration might actually cause the file to grow slightly. This can be prevented by doing a less massive compaction first.
observer
- optional observer; pass null for defaulttarget
- database file compaction target [0.0, 1.0]IllegalArgumentException
- if compaction target is out of boundsIllegalStateException
- if compaction is already in progressIOException
boolean verify(VerificationObserver observer) throws IOException
observer
- optional observer; pass null for defaultIOException
default void close() throws IOException
close
in interface AutoCloseable
close
in interface Closeable
IOException
shutdown()
void close(Throwable cause) throws IOException
close
in interface CauseCloseable
cause
- if non-null, delivers a panic
event and future database accesses will rethrow the causeIOException
shutdown()
void shutdown() throws IOException
IOException
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GroupedActionSheetControllerAction
public class GroupedActionSheetControllerAction: ActionSheetControllerAction
A GroupedActionSheetControllerAction represents a grouping of ActionControllerActions.
An ActionSheetController uses one row for every action that has been added. GroupedActionSheetControllerAction enables showing multiple ActionControllerActions in one row.
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Pass in the action style, and an array of actions to be shown on a single row.
Declaration
Swift
public init(style: ActionSheetControllerActionStyle, actions: [ActionSheetControllerAction])


NeHe and Three.js
These pages are a set of lessons in using three.js and WebGL using the legacy NeHe demos. All the sources are available on github here.
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The first 8 lessons in the NeHe tutorials, covering set up, first animation, mapping
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The next 8 lessons in the NeHe tutorials covering masking, parametric surfaces, text
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These lessons cover texture atlases. quadrics, masking, particle engines. bump mapping,
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These lessons cover morphing shapes, mirror reflection, shadows, Bezier surfaces, collison
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Use your mobile device's geotracking capabilities to continuously update your location information to the server, even without an active web session, so long as the Bridgeit app is running. This service updates for significant location changes only (500 meters/yards+), approx. every 5 minutes.


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According to the Gregorc I'm an abstract/concrete-random thinker. So I guess this means I'm a people-person which is a fair to say about me. I also like to work in groups/individually... It mostly depends on my mood/task at hand. There are plenty of other conclusions we could draw from my thinking profile but for the sake of brevity I'll stop at the aforementioned traits.
I think my thinking style will be a strength for me at DBC. I know there is a big emphasis on being good with people and knowing how to work as part of a team. This is something I've done all my life so I think I'll be able to fit in quickly. I think the most common people say about me is that I'm fun to work with. I don't take life too seriously and am pretty spontaneous which can break up the monotony of the usual work week. On the other side of the coin, some people say that I'm not serious enough about my work and wish I would be more serious... Which is fair criticism but if I can make 4 people happy for every 1 I upset... That's a price I'm willing to pay. I can't possibly please everyone.
Phase 0 up until this point has been a fairly pleasant experience. I get worried that slower work-style may end up hurting me in what will be a fast paced curriculum on site. But I won't know if my worries are legitimate until I actually set foot in NYC. I also like to ask my peers questions to see what I can learn from them. I hope that I don't end up bothering people. I just think that we can all learn a lot from eachother.
When it comes to a fixed / growth mindset I think that I mostly have a growth mindset. But I'll be completely honsest that I'll give into a fixed mindset during the periods of self-doubt I have. There are moments when I struggle with concepts and question whether or not I belong here. I usually come out of it pretty quickly.
I've definitely been a growth mindset type of person for a while now. I think a lot of it has to do with your personal confidence. If you're told your whole life that you are what you are and that's it then it's easy to succumb to a fixed mindset. For me I really started to buy into the idea that hard-work trumps talent while in college and that changed me for the better.


England in New Zealand: Dom Sibley and Zak Crawley hit centuries in tour match
| Tour match, Cobham Oval, Whangarei (day one of two): |
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| England 285-3: Sibley 100, Crawley 103 |
| New Zealand XI: Yet to bat |
| Scorecard |
Dom Sibley and Zak Crawley boosted their England Test hopes as they made centuries on the first day of a tour match against a New Zealand XI.
Uncapped Sibley, who opened the batting with Rory Burns, reached three figures from 161 balls before retiring, as England posted 285-3.
Kent's Crawley, who is also uncapped, compiled 103 from 137 balls batting at three before retiring.
England's first Test against New Zealand begins on 21 November.
The only wicket to fall during the day was opener Burns, who was dismissed by Henry Shipley for 23.
Captain Joe Root was on 41 at the close, with Ollie Pope also unbeaten on nine.
The two-day tour match will resume at 22:00 GMT on Tuesday at the Cobham Oval in Whangarei.
The start of the match was delayed by three and a half hours by rain, but Sibley and Crawley cashed in when play began.
Sibley, who is widely expected to make his Test debut in Tauranga, was the only batsman to score over 1,000 runs in Division One of the County Championship last season.
"I'm very patient. From a young age I've been able to bat for long periods of time, so I stick to that," Sibley told Test Match Special.
"I understand my game well and know where my areas are.
"Today was a massive positive for me. Hopefully I can build on that and get the call-up."
Joe Denly opened in the final Test of the English summer but he is expected to drop down to number three, with captain Root at four.
The Kent batsman is recovering from an ankle injury that ruled him out of the T20 series earlier this month, which could lead to Crawley making his debut.
"We had a good day and everyone got a good bit of time at the crease," Sibley added.
"There were a few nerves - when you have to wait around and stuff it's a bit frustrating but it was nice to get out there, get through the new ball and then cash in."
Analysis
BBC cricket correspondent Jonathan Agnew
The morning session was lost to rain but England made up for lost time in this 13-a-side practice match.
The team for the first Test seems to be more or less settled in advance, but even so, it was important that Sibley in particular underlined his credentials to open the batting with Burns.
This he did against enthusiastic but not especially challenging bowling that failed to make the most of the green and damp pitch.
Sibley stood tall and worked the ball well to the leg side, while Crawley started patiently and then batted fluently.
He seems unlikely to feature next week but his century at least raises the possibility that, if Denly fails his fitness test it will be Crawley, rather than Jonny Bairstow, who replaces him in the first Test.