Written by Supakorn Laohasongkram on September 8th, 2014
Ask and You Shall Receive
Anyone could ask a question, but not everyone can ask good question. Thus, asking is an art. The different in one word out of a ten thousand words essay could be as crucial as getting the right response and not. Asking is a powerful tool. I believe that if one know how to ask the right question, one could almost always get whatever answer one so desires. So how does one improve one's approach to asking to get the right answer? This article answers that question by exploring essential techniques necessary to master this art of asking and help you get the answer you want just simply from knowing how to ask the right question.
Rules of Thumb #1: Always Try to Help Yourself Before Asking Others for Help
It's always a good practice to try to do things for yourself first because you not only get to learn and find out the answer by and for yourself, but you also become more independence to others and more self-reliance in the future. Don't make a habit of relaying on others all the time. It's annoying to others people and people will not appreciate you "using" them. So try your best to think the problem through, if you feel it's beyond your knowledge then respectfully seek help.
Rules of Thumb #2: Imagine Yourself Answering the Question
When I am answering a question I do no want to spend too much time searching, and figuring out what the main point of the problem is. This is not my job. It's the person who posted the question job's. If I see the problem is dragging on too long, I sometimes just quit half-way. Similarly, if I read the problem through once and it doesn't make any sense, I have a much higher chance of just giving up and move on.
Just from knowing how myself react to bad question, I knew exactly what to do and what to avoid such a response when posting my own question. So use the same standard you uphold, it will surely help you see your question from a different light.
Rules of Thumb #3: Detailed Yet Concise
Somewhat related to the last rule of thumb, concision is the art of saying only what you need to say, and no more. For example, you don't need to copy paste your entire code just to ask a question about a line. It simply is unnecessary. And people like me will not sit through the whole thing or spend time figuring out what and where the problem is before quiting half-way. So be straight to the point, be efficient with your question, direct the reader right to where they need to be so that they could best do their jobs of answering your question.
Being concise doesn't mean that you should minimize and over-cut your question to the point that it is not informative. This is an art of finding the right balance between providing enough information or being detailed enough while at the same being concise. This is definitely something to be aware of while formulating one's question.
Rules of Thumb #4: Be Responsible With Your Question
Imagine someone asking you a serious question, and you seriously answer them back. However, when he or she receives your response they just stop looking at you and pay you zero attention as if whatever response you gave them didn't happen. How would you feel?
When asking question, it is important to always be attentive and appreciative to your people giving you the answer. I do not think it is just bad manner to post a question, get the answer you want, and walk out without saying a word to the people answering you your question. It's blatantly selfish. I have seem a lot of people who ask a question while they are frustrated. And they act as if everyone SHOULD give them the solution they want--like a kids who is throwing tantrum when their parents didn't buy them exactly what they want. And that is just not very professional. So separate out whatever emotions you had prior to asking your question and remember to be respectful and grateful to the others who choose to spent their precious time just to give you your solution.
Conclusion
Asking good question is an art. By keeping these rules of thumb in mind before, when, and after you formulate a question, will improve your ability to ask and get the desired response. However, this is not going to improve you right away unless you take the time and effort to consciously practice and do it until you finally create a habit out of it. As long as you keep up the desire to become better, I have full confidence that you will master this art of asking!


How Lotto lout Michael Carroll blew nearly £6m "on drugs and hookers, holidays and cars”
He's now a skint coal man just three years after scooping £9.7m on the National Lottery
by Charlie Gall, Louie Smith, Amardeep BasseyMickey Carroll says it was the best £1 that he ever spent.
But the millions that it reaped left him broke, homeless and nearly dead.
After scooping the £9.7m jackpot back in 2002, the brash then-19-year-old, earned the nickname 'King of the Chavs', boasting of spending his winnings on drugs, booze and hookers.
By his own admission a cocaine habit saw him "sniff away" three houses - while the man also known as the Lotto Lout - confesses he'd swig half a bottle of vodka before getting out of bed.
Carroll's depraved behaviour saw him appear in court more than 30 times, often arriving in flash cars and downing cans of beer, reports the Mirror.
Within three years of his win, Mickey was left with just one million pounds in his bank account.
In the end, Carroll's riches and brushes with the underworld put him firmly in the crosshairs of gangsters across the country and Mickey admits he would be dead by now if the money hadn't run out.
But the former binman also gave £4m away to his family and his then-girlfriend and the mother of his child, Sandra Aitken.
The remaining £5.7m he frittered away on maintaining an extravagant lifestyle, including wild holidays to the Costa del Sol with his pals.
Now 35, he recalls: "We used to go to the local wh***house because the girls there were better looking.
"We'd get our own drugs first and be high on cocaine by the time we rocked up at the brothels.
"I drank vodka and fresh orange, any lager, cider or whiskey, as long as it was wet. I'd wake up in some strange places."
Mickey's raucous behaviour wasn't just confined to his trips away.
Alcohol and narcotics were a part of his every day life.
"I'd wake up, do three lines of charlie and drink half a bottle of vodka before I got out of bed.
"I was a full-blown alcoholic, doing two bottles of vodka a day."
Marriage ends
The drinking and the brothels put an end to his short marriage to Sandra, who was seven months pregnant with their daughter, when his lottery numbers came up.
She walked out in disgust shortly after they wed in 2003, accusing him of cheating on her with other women and surrounding himself with hangers-on.
Mickey, who boasts of bedding 4,000 women, does not dispute any of Sandra’s claims.
He says: “I spent the rest of the money on drugs and hookers, holidays and cars.”
His Norfolk mansion “The Grange” was used for wild parties, and the lawn became a track for demolition car derbies. As a result, the luxury property soon fell into disrepair.
He says: “It lay derelict for about 10 years. My mate’s mum and dad lived in it until I kicked them out.
“I had another two houses, but it’s all gone – I sniffed ’em away.”
By 2005, his accountant warned he was down to his last million and as the money dwindled, the “friends’” and hangers-on began to drift away.
Dogs had throats cut
Enemies were also circling and one morning he found his six Rottweilers dead, their throats slit.
Mickey, who was jailed for affray in 2006, says: “Gangsters sent me pictures of my family. They threatened to chop my daughter up, and my whole family.
“They were dangerous guys, a Liverpool firm, so I paid them 130 grand.
"They backed off for a while, then there was a bit of an altercation and the boys in London sorted it out for me.”
By 2013, Mickey was broke, homeless and struggling to find work because of his reputation.
He says: “I’d turn up at interviews and they’d say, ‘We just wanted to see whether it was you or not’.”
"It was dive"
He eventually followed Sandra to Scotland, moving to Moray, where he was so broke he lived in a squalid hotel for down-and-outs.
He says: “It was a dive, but I had food and beer, all good.
“That was 2013. I was homeless for three months. Easy come, easy go.”
He worked at the Walkers biscuit factory in Aberlour before starting in a slaughterhouse.
He says: “I stayed there for five years until it shut down. I do miss the slaughterhouse.
"I loved it there. I’ve got my slaughterhouse licence. I’ll never lose that.”
He later got his coal job and now works seven days a week.
He says: “I’m a skint lottery winner. It’s got me quite a few women so I don’t mind. I’m living in a rented flat.
“I’m happy.
"I reckon I’m lucky to be alive. If I still had the money I’d probably be six feet under.”


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 I am an 18yo dnb DJ from Berkshire, and I a week ago, some friends and I went to purchase a dose of bromo dragonfly from a friend. The evening went well. We had 4 drops on the hand each, 300μg per drop so a 1200μg dose. One of my friends accidentally picked up a wrap off the side mistaking it for some k.
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I was on life support for 36 hours... I was expected to be on for more than a week. I was told I made a 'miracle recovery', and the doctors had never seen anything like it. I was still very much intoxicated well into sunday and monday morning. I can tell you, I can think deeply back and remember the trips and the new sensations and emotions I felt, especially when my heart stopped.
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Bromo dragonfly is a powerful, amazing, and illegal (in norway and sweden) haha.
But seriously, treat it right... Or donít take it.
I found out the hard way.
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The river hills on which the city of Cairhien stood gave way to flatter lands and forests when Rand and the others had ridden half a day, the Shienarans still with their armor on the packhorses. There were no roads where they went, only a scattering of cart tracks, and few farms or villages. Verin pressed for speed, and Ingtar—grumbling constantly that they were letting themselves be tricked, that Fain would never have told them where he was really going, yet grumbling at the same time about riding in the opposite direction from Toman Head, as if part of him believed and Toman Head were not months away except by the way they took—Ingtar obliged her. The Gray Owl banner flew on the wind of their passage.
Rand rode with grim determination, avoiding conversation with Verin. He had this thing to do—this duty, Ingtar would have called it—and then he could be free of Aes Sedai once and for all. Perrin seemed to share something of his mood, staring straight ahead at nothing as they rode. When they finally stopped for the night at the edge of a forest, with full dark almost on them, Perrin asked Loial questions about the stedding. Trollocs would not enter a stedding; would wolves? Loial replied shortly that it was only creatures of the Shadow that were reluctant to enter stedding. And Aes Sedai, of course, since they could not touch the True Source inside a stedding, or channel the One Power. The Ogier himself appeared the most reluctant of all to go to Stedding Tsofu. Mat was the only one who seemed eager, almost desperately so. His skin looked as if he had not seen the sun in a year, and his cheeks had begun to go hollow, though he said he felt ready to run a footrace. Verin put her hands on him for Healing before he rolled into his blankets, and again before they mounted their horses in the morning, but it made no difference in how he looked. Even Hurin frowned when he looked at Mat.
The sun stood high on the second day when Verin suddenly sat up straight in her saddle and looked around. Beside her, Ingtar gave a start.
Rand could not see anything different about the forest now surrounding them. The undergrowth was not too thick; they had found an easy way under the canopy of oak and hickory, blackgum and beech, pierced here and there by a tall pine or leatherleaf, or the white slash of a paperbark. But as he followed them, he suddenly felt a chill pass through him, as though he had leaped into a Waterwood pond in winter. It flashed through him and was gone, leaving behind a feeling of refreshment. And there was a dull and distant sense of loss, too, though he could not imagine of what.
Every rider, as he reached that point, gave a jerk or made some exclamation.  ” Then he shook his head as if he could not think of anything else to say. There was a look of recognition in Perrin’s yellow eyes.
Loial took a deep, slow breath and let it out.
Frowning, Rand looked around. He had expected a stedding to be somehow different, but except for that one chill, the forest was the same as what they had been riding through all day. There was the sudden sense of being rested, of course. Then an Ogier stepped out from behind an oak.
 Her eyebrows were not so long as Loial’s, though, and her features seemed delicate beside his, the tufts on her ears finer. She wore a long green dress and a green cloak embroidered with flowers, and carried a bunch of silverbell blossoms as if she had been gathering them. She looked at them calmly, waiting.
Loial scrambled down from his tall horse and bowed hastily. Rand and the others did the same, if not so quickly as Loial; even Verin inclined her head. Loial gave their names formally, but he did not mention the name of his stedding.
For a moment the Ogier girl—Rand was sure she was no older than Loial—studied them, then smiled. “Be welcome to Stedding Tsofu.” Her voice was a lighter version of Loial’s, too; the softer rumble of a smaller bumblebee. “I am Erith, daughter of Iva daughter of Alar. Be welcome. We have had so few human visitors since the stonemasons left Cairhien, and now so many at once. Why, we even had some of the Traveling People, though, of course, they left when the . . . Oh, I talk too much. I will take you to the Elders. Only . . . ” She searched among them for the one in charge, and settled finally on Verin. “Aes Sedai, you have so many men with you, and armed. Could you please leave some of them Outside? Forgive me, but it is always unsettling to have very many armed humans in the stedding at once.”
“Of course, Erith,” Verin said. “Ingtar, will you see to it?”
Ingtar gave orders to Uno, and so it was that he and Hurin were the only Shienarans to follow Erith deeper into the stedding.
Leading his horse like the others, Rand looked up as Loial came closer, with many glances at Erith up ahead with Verin and Ingtar. Hurin walked midway between, staring around in amazement, though Rand was not sure at what exactly. Loial bent to speak quietly. “Is she not beautiful, Rand? And her voice sings.”
Mat snickered, but when Loial looked at him questioningly, he said, “Very pretty, Loial. A little tall for my taste, you understand, but very pretty, I’m sure.”
Loial frowned uncertainly, but nodded. “Yes, she is.” His expression lightened. “It does feel good to be back in a stedding. Not that the Longing was taking me, you understand.”
“The Longing?” Perrin said. “I do not understand, Loial.”
“We Ogier are bound to the stedding, Perrin. It is said that before the Breaking of the World, we could go where we wished for as long as we wished, like you humans, but that changed with the Breaking. Ogier were scattered like every other people, and they could not find any of the stedding again. Everything was moved, everything changed. Mountains, rivers, even the seas.”
“Everybody knows about the Breaking,” Mat said impatiently. “What does it have to do with this—this Longing?”
“It was during the Exile, while we wandered lost, that the Longing first came on us. The desire to know the stedding once more, to know our homes again. Many died of it.” Loial shook his head sadly. “More died than lived. When we finally began to find the stedding again, one at a time, in the years of the Covenant of the Ten Nations, it seemed we had defeated the Longing at last, but it had changed us, put seeds in us. Now, if an Ogier is Outside too long, the Longing comes again; he begins to weaken, and he dies if he does not return.”
“Do you need to stay here awhile?” Rand asked anxiously. “There’s no need to kill yourself to go with us.”
“I will know it when it comes.” Loial laughed. “It will be long before it is strong enough to cause harm to me. Why, Dalar spent ten years among the Sea Folk without ever seeing a stedding, and she came safely home.”
An Ogier woman appeared out of the trees, pausing a moment to speak with Erith and Verin. She looked Ingtar up and down and seemed to dismiss him, which made him blink. Her eyes swept across Loial, flicked over Hurin and the Emond’s Fielders, before she went off into the forest again; Loial seemed to be trying to hide behind his horse. “Besides,” he said, peering cautiously across his saddle after her, “it is a dull life in the stedding compared to traveling with three ta’veren.”
“If you are going to start that again,” Mat muttered, and Loial spoke up quickly. “Three friends, then. You are my friends, I hope.”
“I am,” Rand said simply, and Perrin nodded.
Mat laughed. “How could I not be friends with somebody who dices so badly?” He threw up his hands when Rand and Perrin looked at him. “Oh, all right.  You’re my friend. Just don’t go on about . . . Aaah! Sometimes you’re as bad to be around as Rand.” His voice sank to a mutter. “At least we’re safe here in a stedding.”
Rand grimaced. He knew what Mat meant. Here in a stedding, where I can’t channel.
Perrin punched Mat’s shoulder, but looked sorry that he had when Mat grimaced at him with that gaunt face.
It was the music Rand became aware of first, unseen flutes and fiddles in a jolly tune that floated through the trees, and deep voices singing and laughing.
“Clear the field, smooth it low.
Let no weed or stubble stand.
Here we labor, here we toil,
here the towering trees will grow.”
Almost at the same moment he realized that the huge shape he was seeing through the trees was itself a tree, with a ridged, buttressed trunk that must have been twenty paces thick. Gaping, he followed it up with his eyes, up through the forest canopy, to branches spreading like the top of a gigantic mushroom a good hundred paces above the ground. And beyond it were taller still.
“Burn me,” Mat breathed. “You could build ten houses from just one of those. Fifty houses.”
“Cut down a Great Tree?” Loial sounded scandalized, and more than a little angry. His ears were stiff and still, his long eyebrows down on his cheeks. “We never cut down one of the Great Trees, not unless it dies, and they almost never do. Few survived the Breaking, but some of the largest were seedlings during the Age of Legends.”
“I’m sorry,” Mat said.  I won’t hurt your trees.” Loial nodded, seeming mollified.
More Ogier appeared now, walking among the trees. Most seemed intent on whatever they were about; though all looked at the newcomers, and even gave a friendly nod or a small bow, none stopped or spoke. They had a curious way of moving, in some manner blending a careful deliberateness with an almost childlike carefree joyfulness. They knew and liked who and what they were and where they were, and they seemed at peace with themselves and everything around them. Rand found himself envying them.
Few of the Ogier men were any taller than Loial, but it was easy to pick out the older men; one and all they wore mustaches as long as their dangling eyebrows and narrow beards under their chins. All of the younger were smooth-shaven, like Loial. Many of the men were in their shirtsleeves, and carried shovels and mattocks or saws and buckets of pitch; the others wore plain coats that buttoned to the neck and flared about their knees like kilts. The women seemed to favor embroidered flowers, and many wore flowers in their hair, too. The embroidery was limited to the cloaks of the younger women; the older women’s dresses were embroidered, as well, and some women with gray hair had flowers and vines from neck to hem. A handful of the Ogier, women and girls for the most part, did seem to take special notice of Loial; he walked staring straight ahead, ears twitching more wildly the further they went.
Rand was startled to see an Ogier apparently walking up out of the ground, out of one of the grassy, wildflower-covered mounds that lay scattered all among the trees here. Then he saw windows in the mounds, and an Ogier woman standing at one apparently rolling a piecrust, and realized he was looking at Ogier houses. The window frames were stone, but they not only seemed natural formations, they appeared to have been sculpted by wind and water over generations.
The Great Trees, with their massive trunks and spreading roots as thick as horses, needed a great deal of room between them, but several grew right in the town. Dirt ramps took the paths over the roots. In fact, aside from the pathways, the only way to tell town from forest at a glance was a large open space in the center of the town, around what could only be the stump of one of the Great Trees. Nearly a hundred paces across, its surface was polished as smooth as any floor, and there were steps built up to it at several places. Rand was imagining how tall that tree had been when Erith spoke loudly enough for them all to hear.
“Here come our other guests.”
Three human women came walking around the side of the huge stump. The youngest was carrying a wooden bowl.
“Aiel,” Ingtar said. “Maidens of the Spear. As well I did leave Masema with the others.” Yet he stepped away from Verin and Erith, and reached over his shoulder to loosen his sword in its scabbard.
Rand studied the Aiel with an uneasy curiosity. They were what too many people had tried to tell him he was. Two of the women were mature, the other little more than a girl, but all three were tall for women. Their short-cut hair ranged from a reddish brown to almost golden, with a narrow, shoulder-length tail left long at the back. They wore loose breeches tucked into soft boots, and all their clothes were some shade of brown or gray or green; he thought the garments would fade into rock or woods almost as well as a Warder’s cloak. Short bows poked over their shoulders, quivers and long knives hung at their belts, and each carried a small, round shield of hide and a cluster of spears with short shafts and long points. Even the youngest moved with a grace that suggested she knew how to use the weapons she carried.
Abruptly the women became aware of the other humans; they seemed as startled at being startled as they did at the sight of Rand and the others, but they moved like lightning. The youngest one shouted, “Shienarans!” and turned to set the bowl carefully behind her. The other two quickly lifted brown cloths from around their shoulders, wrapping them around their heads instead. The older women were raising black veils across their faces, hiding everything but their eyes, and the youngest straightened to imitate them. Crouching low, they advanced at a deliberate pace, shields held forward with their clusters of spears, except for the one each woman held ready in her other hand.
Ingtar’s sword came out of its sheath. “Stand clear, Aes Sedai. Erith, stand clear.” Hurin snatched out his sword-breaker, wavered between cudgel and sword for his other hand; after another glance at the Aiel’s spears, he chose the sword.
“You must not,” the Ogier girl protested. Wringing her hands, she turned from Ingtar to the Aiel and back. “You must not.”
Rand realized the heron-mark blade was in his hands. Perrin had his axe half out of the loop at his belt and was hesitating, shaking his head.
“Are you two crazy?” Mat demanded. His bow still slanted across his back. “I don’t care if they are Aiel, they’re women.”
“Stop this!” Verin demanded. “Stop this immediately!” The Aiel never broke stride, and the Aes Sedai clenched her fists in frustration.
Mat moved back to put a foot in his stirrup. “I’m leaving,” he announced. “You hear me? I’m not staying to let them stick those things in me, and I am not going to shoot a woman!”
“The Pact!” Loial was shouting. “Remember the Pact!” It had no more effect than the continued pleas from Verin and Erith.
Rand noticed that both the Aes Sedai and the Ogier girl were keeping well out of the Aiel’s way. He wondered if Mat had the right idea. He was not sure he could hurt a woman even if she was trying to kill him. What decided him was the thought that even if he did manage to reach Red’s saddle, the Aiel were now no more than thirty paces away. He suspected those short spears could be thrown that far. As the women came closer, still crouching; spears ready, he stopped worrying about not hurting them and began worrying about how to stop them from hurting him.
Nervously, he sought the void, and it came. And the distant thought floated outside it that it was only the void. The glow of saidin was not there. The emptiness was more empty than he ever remembered, vaster, like a hunger great enough to consume him. A hunger for more; there was supposed to be something more.
Abruptly an Ogier strode in between the two groups, his narrow beard quivering. “What is the meaning of this? Put up your weapons.” He sounded scandalized. “For you”—his glare took in Ingtar and Hurin, Rand and Perrin, and did not spare Mat for all his empty hands—“there is some excuse, but for you—” He rounded on the Aiel women, who had stopped their advance. “Have you forgotten the Pact?”
The women uncovered their heads and faces so hastily that it seemed they were trying to pretend they had never been covered. The girl’s face was bright red, and the other women looked abashed. One of the older women, the one with the reddish hair, said, “Forgive us, Treebrother. We remember the Pact, and we would not have bared steel, but we are in the land of the Treekillers, where every hand is against us, and we saw armed men.” Her eyes were gray, Rand saw, like his own.
“You are in a stedding, Rhian,” the Ogier said gently. “Everyone is safe in the stedding, little sister. There is no fighting here, and no hand raised against another.” She nodded, ashamed, and the Ogier looked at Ingtar and the others.
Ingtar sheathed his sword, and Rand did the same, though not so quickly as Hurin, who looked almost as embarrassed as the Aiel. Perrin had never gotten his axe all the way out. As he took hand from hilt, Rand let the void go, too, and shivered. The void went, but it left behind a slowly fading echo of the emptiness all through him, and a desire for something to fill it.
The Ogier turned to Verin and bowed.  I have come to take you to the Elders. They would know why an Aes Sedai comes among us, with armed men and one of our own youths.” Loial hunched his shoulders as if trying to disappear.
Verin gave the Aiel a regretful look, as if she wanted to talk with them, then motioned Juin to lead, and he took her away without another word or even the first look at Loial.
For a few moments, Rand and the others stood facing the three Aiel women uneasily. At least, Rand knew he was uneasy. Ingtar seemed steady as a stone, with no more expression than one. The Aiel might have unveiled their faces, but they still had spears in their hands, and they studied the four men as though trying to see inside them. Rand in particular received increasingly angry looks. He heard the youngest woman mutter, “He is wearing a sword,” in tones of mingled horror and contempt. Then the three were leaving, stopping to retrieve the wooden bowl and looking over their shoulders at Rand and the others until they vanished among the trees.
“Maidens of the Spear,” Ingtar muttered. “I never thought they’d stop once they veiled their faces. Certainly not for a few words.” He looked at Rand and his two friends. “You should see a charge by Red Shields, or Stone Dogs. As easy to stop as an avalanche.”
“They would not break the Pact once it was recalled to them,” Erith said, smiling. “They came for sung wood.” A note of pride entered her voice. “We have two Treesingers in Stedding Tsofu. They are rare, now. I have heard that Stedding Shangtai has a young Treesinger who is very talented, but we have two.” Loial blushed, but she did not appear to notice. “If you will come with me, I will show you where you may wait until the Elders have spoken.”
As they followed her, Perrin murmured, “Sung wood, my left foot. Those Aiel are searching for He Who Comes With the Dawn.”
And Mat added dryly, “They’re looking for you, Rand.”
“For me! That is crazy. What makes you think—”
He cut off as Erith showed them down the steps of a wildflower-covered house apparently set aside for human guests. The rooms were twenty paces from stone wall to stone wall, with painted ceilings a good two spans above the floor, but the Ogier had done their best making something that would be comfortable for humans. Even so, the furniture was a little too large for comfort, the chairs tall enough to lift a man’s heels off the floor, the table higher than Rand’s waist. Hurin, at least, could have walked erect into the stone fireplace, which seemed to have been worn by water rather than made by hands. Erith eyed Loial doubtfully, but he waved away her concern and pulled one of the chairs into the corner least easily seen from the door.
As soon as the Ogier girl left, Rand got Mat and Perrin over to one side. “What do you mean they’re looking for me? Why? For what reason? They looked right at me, and went away.”
“They looked at you,” Mat said with a grin, “like you hadn’t bathed in a month, and had doused yourself with sheepdip besides.” His grin faded. “But they could be looking for you. We met another Aiel.”
Rand listened in growing amazement to their tale of the meeting in Kinslayer’s Dagger. Mat told most of it, with Perrin putting in a correcting word now and again when he embellished too much. Mat made a great show of how dangerous the Aielman had been, and how close the meeting had come to a fight.
“And since you’re the only Aiel we know,” he finished, “well, it could be you. Ingtar says Aiel never live outside the Waste, so you must be the only one.”
“I don’t think that’s funny, Mat,” Rand growled. “I am not an Aiel.” The Amyrlin said you are. Ingtar thinks you are. Tam said . . . He was sick, fevered. They had severed the roots he had thought he had, the Aes Sedai and Tam between them, though Tam had been too sick to know what he was saying. They had cut him loose to tumble before the wind, then offered him something new to hold on to. False Dragon. Aiel. He could not claim those for roots. He would not. “Maybe I don’t belong to anyone. But the Two Rivers is the only home I know.”
“I didn’t mean anything,” Mat protested. “It’s just . . .  Masema says you are. Urien could have been your cousin, and if Rhian put on a dress and said she was your aunt, you’d believe it yourself. Oh, all right. Don’t look at me like that, Perrin. If he wants to say he isn’t, all right. What difference does it make, anyway?” Perrin shook his head.
Ogier girls brought water and towels for washing faces and hands, and cheese and fruit and wine, with pewter goblets a little too large to be comfortable in the hand. Other Ogier women came, too, their dresses all embroidered. One by one they appeared, a dozen of them all told, to ask if the humans were comfortable, if they needed anything. Each turned her attentions to Loial just before she left.  The books in the house were one thing not sized for humans.
“Just smell this air, Lord Rand,” Hurin said, filling his lungs with a smile. His feet dangled from one of the chairs at the table; he swung them like a boy. “I never thought most places smelled bad, but this . . . Lord Rand, I don’t think there’s ever been any killing here. Not even any hurting, except by accident.”
“The stedding are supposed to be safe for everyone,” Rand said. He was watching Loial. “That’s what the stories say, anyway.” He swallowed a last bit of white cheese and went over to the Ogier. Mat followed with a goblet in his hand. “What’s the matter, Loial?” Rand said. “You’ve been as nervous as a cat in a dogyard ever since we came here.”
“It is nothing,” Loial said, giving the door an uneasy glance from. the corner of his eye.
“Are you afraid they’ll find out you left Stedding Shangtai without permission from your Elders?”
Loial looked around wildly, the tufts on his ears vibrating. “Don’t say that,” he hissed. “Not where anyone can hear. If they found out . . . ” With a heavy sigh, he slumped back, looking from Rand to Mat. “I don’t know how humans do it, but among Ogier . . . If a girl sees a boy she likes, she goes to her mother. Or sometimes the mother sees someone she thinks is suitable. In any case, if they agree, the girl’s mother goes to the boy’s mother, and the next thing the boy knows, his marriage is all arranged.”
“Doesn’t the boy have any say in it?” Mat asked incredulously.
“None. The women always say we would spend our lives married to the trees if it was left to us.” Loial shifted, grimacing. “Half of our marriages take place between stedding; groups of young Ogier visit from stedding to stedding so they can see, and be seen. If they discover I’m Outside without permission, the Elders will almost certainly decide I need a wife to settle me down. Before I know it, they’ll have sent a message to Stedding Shangtai, to my mother, and she will come here and have me married before she washes off the dust of her journey. She’s always said I am too hasty and need a wife. I think she was looking when I left. Whatever wife she chooses for me . . . well, any wife at all won’t let me go back Outside until I have gray in my beard. Wives always say no man should be allowed Outside until he’s settled enough to control his temper.”
 “Among us, men do the choosing, and no wife can stop a man doing what he wants.”
Rand frowned, remembering how Egwene had begun following him around when they were both little. It was then that Mistress al’Vere had begun taking a special interest in him, more than in any of the other boys. Later, some girls would dance with him on feastdays and some would not, and those who would were always Egwene’s friends, while those who would not were girls Egwene did not like. He also seemed to remember Mistress al’Vere taking Tam aside—And she was muttering about Tam not having a wife for her to talk to!—and after that, Tam and everyone else had acted as if he and Egwene were promised, even though they had not knelt before the Women’s Circle to say the words. He had never thought about it this way before; things between Egwene and him had always just seemed to be the way they were, and that was that.
 Mat opened his mouth with a grin, then frowned thoughtfully and closed it again.
Juin came down the steps from outside.  The Elders would see you.” He did not look at Loial, but Loial still almost dropped the book.
“If the Elders try to make you stay,” Rand said, “we’ll say we need you to go with us.”
“I’ll bet it isn’t about you at all,” Mat said. “I’ll bet they are just going to say we can use the Waygate.” He shook himself, and his voice fell even lower. “We really have to do it, don’t we.” It was not a question.
“Stay and get married, or travel the Ways.” Loial grimaced ruefully. “Life is very unsettling with ta’veren for friends.”


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| #define | IDI_ICON_UP 102 |
| #define | IDI_ICON_DOWN 103 |
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| #define | IDD_ABOUT 106 |
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Interrupt Words
interrupt
These words are in interrupt
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x-invalid-vector
( – )
Invalid interrupt vector index exception
vector!
( xt vector-index – )
Set an interrupt vector
vector@
( vector-index – xt )
Get an interrupt vector
SHPR1_PRI_4!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 4, for memory management fault
SHPR1_PRI_5!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 5, for bus fault
SHPR1_PRI_6!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 6, for usage fault
SHPR2_PRI_11!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 11, for SVCall
SHPR3_PRI_14!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 14, for PendSV
SHPR3_PRI_15!
( u – )
Set system fault handler priority field 15, for SysTick
SHPR1_PRI_4@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 4, for memory management fault
SHPR1_PRI_5@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 5, for bus fault
SHPR1_PRI_6@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 6, for usage fault
SHPR2_PRI_11@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 11, for SVCall
SHPR3_PRI_14@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 14, for PendSV
SHPR3_PRI_15@
( – u )
Get system fault handler priority field 15, for SysTick
ICSR_PENDSVSET!
( – )
Set PENDSVSET
ICSR_PENDSVCLR!
( – )
Set PENDSVCLR
ICSR_PENDSVSET@
( – bit )
Get PENDSVSET
svc
( – )
Initiate an SVCall
NVIC_ISER_SETENA!
( u – )
Set NVIC interrupt set-enable
NVIC_ISER_SETENA@
( u – bit )
Get NVIC interrupt set-enable
NVIC_ICER_CLRENA!
( u – )
Set NVIC interrupt clear-enable
NVIC_ICER_CLRENA@
( u – bit )
Get NVIC interrupt clear-enable
NVIC_ISPR_SETPEND!
( u – )
Set NVIC interrupt set-pending
NVIC_ISPR_SETPEND@
( u – bit )
Get NVIC interrupt set-pending
NVIC_ICPR_CLRPEND!
( u – )
Set NVIC interrupt clear-pending
NVIC_ICPR_CLRPEND@
( u – bit )
Get NVIC interrupt clear-pending
NVIC_IABR_ACTIVE@
( u – bit )
Get NVIC interrupt active bit
NVIC_IPR_IP!
( priority u – )
Set NVIC interrupt priority register field
NVIC_IPR_IP@
( u – priority )
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Class Summary |
| Directive |
Base class for all directives used in Velocity. |
| Foreach |
Foreach directive used for moving through arrays,
or objects that provide an Iterator. |
| Include |
Pluggable directive that handles the #include() statement in VTL. |
| InputBase |
Base class for directives which do input operations
(e.g. |
| Literal |
A very simple directive that leverages the Node.literal()
to grab the literal rendition of a node. |
| Macro |
Macro.java
Macro implements the macro definition directive of VTL. |
| Parse |
Pluggable directive that handles the #parse()
statement in VTL. |
| VelocimacroProxy |
VelocimacroProxy.java
a proxy Directive-derived object to fit with the current directive system |
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I am currently teaching two courses in the Masters in IT & Cognition offered at the University of Copenhagen, in collaboration with colleagues.
I previously taught other courses:
We teach in a very heterogeneous group of students. My goal is that all students enjoy learning programming in all classes. Obviously, this is not a trivial task. I am still experimenting with different methodologies to please everybody, and mainly, to transmit knowledge.
The methods that I use include Jupyter notebooks, in which students have to solve practical problems. Every year we strive to increase the number of practical exercises, together with the theoretical sessions, as a practical session should always go with theoretical background. I always try to give simple examples to explain the intuition of models.
Teaching is a lifelong learning project, and thus, you never stop learning. That is why I really appreciate student evaluations, but also discussions with students, so that to see where I can improve myself.
Finally, I would like to state why is teaching so important for me. I love the feeling that somebody has learned something with me. Furthermore, if somebody has learned something and they have enjoyed during learning, I am even happier.
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Class: Aws::DirectoryService::Types::SharedDirectory
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| Super Chains via Extension / Inclusion / Inheritance | |
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Class Chain:
self,
Struct
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Instance Chain:
self,
::Aws::Structure ,
Struct
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Struct
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| Defined in: | gems/aws-sdk-directoryservice/lib/aws-sdk-directoryservice/types.rb |
Overview
Details about the shared directory in the directory owner account for which the share request in the directory consumer account has been accepted.
Constant Summary
Instance Attribute Summary
-
#created_date_time ⇒ Time
rw
The date and time that the shared directory was created.
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#last_updated_date_time ⇒ Time
rw
The date and time that the shared directory was last updated.
-
#owner_account_id ⇒ String
rw
Identifier of the directory owner account, which contains the directory that has been shared to the consumer account.
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#owner_directory_id ⇒ String
rw
Identifier of the directory in the directory owner account.
-
#share_method ⇒ String
rw
The method used when sharing a directory to determine whether the directory should be shared within your Amazon Web Services organization (
ORGANIZATIONS
) or with any Amazon Web Services account by sending a shared directory request (HANDSHAKE
). -
#share_notes ⇒ String
rw
A directory share request that is sent by the directory owner to the directory consumer.
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#share_status ⇒ String
rw
Current directory status of the shared Managed Microsoft AD directory.
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#shared_account_id ⇒ String
rw
Identifier of the directory consumer account that has access to the shared directory (
OwnerDirectoryId
) in the directory owner account. -
#shared_directory_id ⇒ String
rw
Identifier of the shared directory in the directory consumer account.
Instance Method Summary
::Aws::Structure
- Included
| #to_hash | Alias for Structure#to_h. |
Instance Attribute Details
#created_date_time ⇒ Time
(rw)
The date and time that the shared directory was created.
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-directoryservice/lib/aws-sdk-directoryservice/types.rb', line 4051
class SharedDirectory < Struct.new( :owner_account_id, :owner_directory_id, :share_method, :shared_account_id, :shared_directory_id, :share_status, :share_notes, :created_date_time, :last_updated_date_time) SENSITIVE = [:share_notes] include Aws::Structure end
#last_updated_date_time ⇒ Time
(rw)
The date and time that the shared directory was last updated.
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-directoryservice/lib/aws-sdk-directoryservice/types.rb', line 4051
class SharedDirectory < Struct.new( :owner_account_id, :owner_directory_id, :share_method, :shared_account_id, :shared_directory_id, :share_status, :share_notes, :created_date_time, :last_updated_date_time) SENSITIVE = [:share_notes] include Aws::Structure end
#owner_account_id ⇒ String
(rw)
Identifier of the directory owner account, which contains the directory that has been shared to the consumer account.
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-directoryservice/lib/aws-sdk-directoryservice/types.rb', line 4051
class SharedDirectory < Struct.new( :owner_account_id, :owner_directory_id, :share_method, :shared_account_id, :shared_directory_id, :share_status, :share_notes, :created_date_time, :last_updated_date_time) SENSITIVE = [:share_notes] include Aws::Structure end
#owner_directory_id ⇒ String
(rw)
Identifier of the directory in the directory owner account.
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-directoryservice/lib/aws-sdk-directoryservice/types.rb', line 4051
class SharedDirectory < Struct.new( :owner_account_id, :owner_directory_id, :share_method, :shared_account_id, :shared_directory_id, :share_status, :share_notes, :created_date_time, :last_updated_date_time) SENSITIVE = [:share_notes] include Aws::Structure end


runtime.p.sudogbuf (field)
5 uses
runtime (current package)
proc.go#L4644: pp.sudogcache = pp.sudogbuf[:0]
proc.go#L4721: for i := range pp.sudogbuf {
proc.go#L4722: pp.sudogbuf[i] = nil
proc.go#L4724: pp.sudogcache = pp.sudogbuf[:0]
runtime2.go#L617: sudogbuf [128]*sudog
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I am a beginner in C++ and to understand better what is all about and how everything works I decided to create a game of chess. I know is a very big project but I am hopping that when is going to be finished i will certainly improve my skills in c++.
If anyone has done a project like this on his own i will kindly ask him to post here some of the steps or maybe some ideas etc.
I will post again after I am going to finish my 2d array .
No, ChessPlusPlus is designed to be modular and to have more pieces than a classic chess game. It's good to learn C++ but not to learn how to make a simple Chess game.


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An animal rights group wants to encourage people to switch to cruelty-free knits
by Andrew ForgraveA Christmas jumper that is unlike anything you've seen has gone on sale.
An animal rights group has revealed its festive sweater for 2019, which features 3D 'bruised and bloodied' sheep.
The plush animals appear to burst through the green and red jumper, says NorthWalesLive .
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal (PETA) says it hopes the design will shock Christmas revellers into ditching wool in their clothes and homes.
The controversial group calls the look “a show-stopping, conversation-starting” design.
Featuring the words “Wool Hurts” on the front, PETA says wearers can “join in on the holiday fun while making a statement for animals.”
However the price tag is an eye-watering $149.99 from PETA USA – though it can be ordered internationally.
Available in one size, it’s made in Germany using 100% acrylic yarn.
The PETA sweater forms part of the group’s investigative campaigning: since 2014, the group says it has released 11 exposés of 99 wool-industry facilities on four continents, including in the UK.
A description on the PETA website reads: “This is part of PETA's campaign against the wool industry, where workers have been caught beating, kicking, stomping on, and even killing gentle sheep in shearing sheds.
“With the help of celebrities such as Billie Eilish and P!nk, PETA is calling on shoppers (and retailers) to help sheep by switching to cruelty-free knits.”


Parsing a Sales Cloud JWT after passing it into APEX
The JSON Web Token (JWT) Sales Cloud can generate is useful for mashups because it can be used to call back into OSC web services as a bearer token in the Authorization header. We’ve used it before in Application Express to pull and push data in and out of RESTful APIs.
But the JWT is more than a security tool. Buried inside the encoded token are JSON objects with details about the claims it represents. One of the data elements that Sales Cloud sends over is the logged-in user name.
On a recent project we wanted this user name in the APEX app we were writing to extend Sales Cloud. We thought it’d be nice to use in the UI wherever the &APP_USER.
application item would normally show. We also needed it to stripe the rows of our APEX database with a user’s details, so that the locally persisted data history wouldn’t mix in with other users’ history.
Getting to know the JWT
The first thing is to use App Composer to create a link to our APEX app that includes a JWT. Others have explained this so much better, but here’s some Groovy code that creates a URL with a JWT as an APEX page parameter.
// generate a JWT for the active session
def jwt = new oracle.apps.fnd.applcore.common.SecuredTokenBean().getTrustToken()
// concatenate the JWT as a parameter on an APEX URL
return 'https://myDBSchemaCloudInstance.db.us2.oraclecloudapps.com/apex/f?p=40200039:1:::::P1_OPPTY,P1_JWT:' + OptyId + ',' + jwt
The URL that gets generated has a huge base64-encoded token on it. Actually, it’s three separate base64 strings, separated by periods:
eyJhbGciOiJSUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCIsIng1dCI6IlhnQnFTeHlCOFBRMHBKemhpdFRST2pzQXc1WSJ9.eyJleHAiOjE0NjU1NDU0NTYsImlzcyI6Ind3dy5vcmFjbGUuY29tIiwicHJuIjoiSk9ITi5EVU5CQVIiLCJpYXQiOjE0NjU1MzEwNTZ9.amFgDLAmor8owD6aE00k5CcYFpkgYDbrogvGRBuuPdEQ_MYN_yc2ULP4n4jjVNcNiUNufeGcbjO9haaw8UHUbdq2oF64XSEalgTXO_daPGDeiI0SSpwExSNN9Y6Ycmi8GmV8M1o4BCHHvspL9GObUhvZRY0H5vnBKnAE7dXkJaP5i0M67t1ea4R9yBKaIfRnXvkW98RqddJUA5tlgGurLQW2pkFzQ-jBKS0tpZNqUy1wYfV5D-GmXRnBYEtQPnpxP3buYvTW84JmhYtlZCOU8CdWMckqugpPfsxs3c3b9S4a9NMifnBVYXVODLPkzkQKuZeDjZJn-x57CyciEy9CSQ
The first section is the JWT header, the middle is the actual payload, and the last section is the signature that Sales Cloud uses to confirm that our JWT is legit. You can paste that JWT into a decoder like this one to see the different parts in their pre-encoded state.
We normally use the entire JWT as a bearer token in order to access Sales Cloud APIs while our session is still alive. But remember that each section of the JWT is itself simply a base64 string. For fun, use a base64 decoder to paste only the middle payload section and turn it back into JSON:
{
"exp":1465545456,
"iss":"www.oracle.com",
"prn":"JOHN.DUNBAR",
"iat":1465531056
}
Parsing out the JWT’s info
That "prn"
node has the logged-in username (the previously-linked Fusion Dev Relations blog explains what the other nodes in the payload mean). Sure, we could get that username by calling back into Sales Cloud and hitting the UserDetailsService
, but why bother? The info we are looking for is right there in the JWT, it’s just locked up in a base64-encoded JSON object.
We can use some PL/SQL to decode everything and grab the Sales Cloud username out of the JWT. Here’s the steps we need to follow:
- grab the entire JWT and determine where the two delimiter periods are in the string
- use those markers to lift out the middle payload section
- base64-decode it into a string of JSON
- use the JSON parser to pluck out the
prn
node
Here’s that PL/SQL code. It assumes that the JWT has come over on the URL and that it’s been stuffed into a hidden page item named P1_JWT
. There’s some fallback code that returns the APEX APP_USER
item if there’s no JWT to parse.
declare
l_jwt varchar2(4000);
l_start number;
l_end number;
l_middle varchar2(4000);
l_json varchar2(4000);
l_output varchar2(4000);
l_jwt_user varchar2(4000);
l_return varchar2(4000);
begin
if :P1_JWT IS NULL THEN
return :APP_USER;
ELSE
--JWT is made of of three parts, separated by periods .
--we want to glean the username out of the middle one
-- see https://blogs.oracle.com/fadevrel/entry/using_jwt_to_secure_your
l_jwt := :P1_JWT;
--find the location of the two period markers
l_start := INSTR( l_jwt, '.' );
l_end := INSTR( l_jwt, '.', l_start+1);
--take the middle substring
l_middle := SUBSTR( l_jwt, l_start+1 , (l_end - l_start)-1);
--need to base64 decode the middle string to get a json string
l_json := utl_raw.cast_to_varchar2(UTL_ENCODE.BASE64_DECODE( utl_raw.cast_to_raw( l_middle)));
--use the APEX parser and then find the username at the 'prn' node
apex_json.parse(l_json);
l_jwt_user := initcap(apex_json.get_varchar2(p_path => 'prn'));
return l_jwt_user;
END IF;
end
Since this was a one-shot decode, I first created an Application Item Shared Component named JWT_USER
and then put this code directly in a new computation on my Page 1’s Pre-Rendering » Before Header » Computations. The computation’s SQL populated the application item with its return value, which could then be used elsewhere using the &JWT_USER.
substitution string syntax. A better approach for the code above might be to create a function and make this SQL more reusable, but it gets the job done.
In this screenshot I’ve unhidden the two page items that “catch” the passed-in URL parameters and also created another display-only item to show the computed JWT_User field can be used wherever needed.


1. General Register Organization:
When a large number of registers are included in the CPU, it is most efficient to connect them through a common bus system. The registers communicate with each other not only for direct data transfers, but also while performing various micro-operations. Hence it is necessary to provide a common unit that can perform all the arithmetic, logic and shift micro-operation in the processor.
2. Control Word:
There are 14 binary selection inputs in the units, and their combined value specified a control word. It consists of four fields three fields contain three bits each, and one field has five bits. The three bits of SEL A select a source register for the A input of the ALU. The three bits of SEL B select a source register for the B input of the ALU. The three bit of SEC D select a destination register using the decoder and its seven load outputs. The five bits of OPR select one of the operations in the ALU. The 14-bit control word when applied to the selection inputs specify a particular micro-operation.
3. Addressing Modes
The operation field of an instruction specifies the operation to be performed. This operation must be executed on some data stored in computer register as memory words. The way the operands are chosen during program execution is dependent on the addressing mode of the instruction. The addressing mode specifies a rule for interpreting or modifying the address field of the instruction between the operand is activity referenced. Computer use addressing mode technique for the purpose of accommodating one or both of the following provisions.
(1) To give programming versatility to the uses by providing such facilities as pointer to memory, counters for top control, indexing of data, and program relocation.
(2) To reduce the number of bits in the addressing fields of the instruction.
4. Pipelining
Pipelining is a technique of decomposing a sequential process into sub-operation with each sub-process being executed in a special dedicated segment that operator concurrently with all other segment. A pipeline can be visualized as a collection of processing segments through which binary information flows. Each segment performs partial processing dictated by the way the task is portioned. The result obtained from the computation in each segment is transferred to next segment in the pipeline. The final result is obtained after the data have passed through all segments.
5. Instruction pipeline
Pipeline processing can occurs not only in the data stream, but in the instruction stream as well. An Instruction pipeline reads consecutive instruction from memory while previous instruction one being executed in other segments. This causes the instruction fetch & execute phase to overlap and perform simultaneous operations.
Most of the cases, the computer needs to process each instruction (with the following segments of steps:-
(1) Fetch the instruction from memory
(2) Decode the instruction
(3) Calculate the effective address
(4) Fetch the operands from memory
(5) Execute the instruction
(6) Store the result in the proper place.
6. Data Independence
This brings us to our next topic: data independence. It is the property of the database which tries to ensure that if we make any change in any level of schema of the database, the schema immediately above it would require minimal or no need of change.
What does this mean? We know that in a building, each floor stands on the floor below it. If we change the design of any one floor, e.g. extending the width of a room by demolishing the western wall of that room, it is likely that the design in the above floors will have to be changed also. As a result, one change needed in one particular floor would mean continuing to change the design of each floor until we reach the top floor, with an increase in the time, cost and labour. Would not life be easy if the change could be contained in one floor only? Data independence is the answer for this. It removes the need for additional amount of work needed in adopting the single change into all the levels above.
Data independence can be classified into the following two types:
1. Physical Data Independence:
This means that for any change made in the physical schema, the need to change the logical schema is minimal. This is practically easier to achieve. Let us explain with an example
Say, you have bought an Audio CD of a recently released film and one of your friends has bought an Audio Cassette of the same film. If we consider the physical schema, they are entirely different. The first is digital recording on an optical media, where random access is possible. The second one is magnetic recording on a magnetic media, strictly sequential access. However, how this change is reflected in the logical schema is very interesting. For music tracks, the logical schema for both the CD and the Cassette is the title card imprinted on their back. We have information like Track no, Name of the Song, Name of the Artist and Duration of the Track, things which are identical for both the CD and the Cassette. We can clearly say that we have achieved the physical data independence here.
2. Logical Data Independence:
This means that for any change made in the logical schema, the need to change the external schema is minimal. As we shall see, this is a little difficult to achieve. Let us explain with an example. Suppose the CD you have bought contains 6 songs, and some of your friends are interested in copying some of those songs (which they like in the film) into their favorite collection. One friend wants the songs 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, another wants 1, 3, 4, 5 and another wants 1, 2, 3, 6. Each of these collections can be compared to a view schema for that friend. Now by some mistake, a scratch has appeared in the CD and you cannot extract the song 3. Obviously, you will have to ask the friends who have song 3 in their proposed collection to alter their view by deleting song 3 from their proposed collection as well.
7. What is Business Communication?
As Business Communication plays an important role in any business organization, it is necessary to focus on its meaning. Business Communication is the sharing of information related to business activities and their results.
The following definition is more concerned with organisational communication. Therefore, it can be considered as a more satisfying and comprehensive definition of Business Communication.
Administrative communication is a process which involves the transmission and accurate replication of ideas ensured by feedback for the purpose of eliciting actions which will accomplish organisational goals.
8. Formal Communication
Messages that move along predefined and regulated pathways comprise formal communication. Formal communication may be verbal or written, and may be in the form of letters, telephone calls, computer messages or memos. At times, a gesture may communicate as effectively as writing or speaking. Messages convey decisions and can be transmitted personally, or in writing, or by machines. From the sender, the messages move along designated routes to designated receiver/s, who must act on these messages


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