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ISWC is the premier venue for presenting innovative systems and research results related to the Semantic Web and Linked Data, attracting yearly a large number of high quality submissions and participants from both, industry and academia. ISWC brings together researchers from different areas, such as artificial intelligence, databases, natural language processing, information systems, human computer interaction, information retrieval, web science, etc., who investigate, develop and use novel methods and technologies for accessing, interpreting and using information on the web in a more effective way.
In addition to the regular research and workshop program, ISWC 2016 will feature a tutorial program addressing the diverse interests of its audience: Semantic Web practitioners that wish to learn about new technologies, novices to the Semantic Web interested in introductory tutorials to key Semantic Web / Linked Data topics, government and industry representatives focusing on the applicability of Semantic Web / Linked Data technologies in practical settings.
We hereby invite you to submit a tutorial proposal on a topic relevant to the ISWC 2016 audience.
The decision on acceptance or rejection of tutorial proposals will be made on the basis of the overall quality of the proposal and its appeal to a reasonable fraction of the Semantic Web community.
In particular, tutorials should satisfy each of the following criteria:
Additionally, we expect tutorials to have practical parts in terms of examples or preferably exercises to be carried out by the participants.
Tutorial proposals should be submitted via EasyChair as a single PDF file containing the following sections:
Accepted tutorials will be required to prepare a tutorial web page containing detailed information about the tutorial content, schedule and organisation. Tutorial organisers are also responsible for the timely production and distribution of all material to be used for teaching the tutorial (slides, notes, technical papers, etc.). In the case of a hands-on tutorial requiring software, it is strongly recommended that tutors place any software prerequisites online for participants to download and install in advance of the start of the tutorial. Additionally, tutors should avoid, as much as possible, depending on live web-based services that could be hampered by unexpected technical issues.
The organisers of each accepted tutorial will receive one free registration (conference + one workshop/tutorial day) per tutorial. Tutorial attendees must pay the ISWC tutorial registration fee as well as the conference registration fee.
Submissions of tutorial proposals can be made via easy chair at
https://easychair.org/conferences/?conf=iswc2016ts
| Tutorial proposals due: | March 15th, 2016 |
| Notification of accepted proposals: | April 20th, 2016 |


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Susan Granger's review of "ZOOLANDER" (Paramount Pictures)
If you love satire, this is for you. Claiming he based his moronic character on a "cross between Jason Priestly and Luke Perry," Director/writer/actor Ben Stiller has created vacuous, good-looking Derek Zoolander, the world's best-known male model. He's the three-time winner of the VH1 Male Model of the Year Award but when he loses to Hansel, a Fabio-like newcomer played by Owen Wilson, he's so depressed that he's ripe to be recruited by the evil Mugatu (Will Ferrell) and brainwashed at a Day Spa to become a political assassin. It seems the Prime Minister of Malaysia has become a threat to a cabal of fashion industry tycoons because he's vowed to pay his country's garment workers a decent wage - and it's Stiller's sinister contention that the greatest political assassins throughout recent history have been male models. Superbly portrayed by Stiller, Derek Zoolander is "a beautiful, self-absorbed simpleton - an empty vessel," whose snarling signature "look" is dubbed Blue Steel. But Owen Wilson steals scenes as the extreme-sports devotee, particularly during the "walk-off" as the rival male mannequins duel on the runway. Collaborating with co-writers Drake Sather and John Hamburg, Ben Stiller comes up with a winner, casting members of his own family in pivotal roles. Stiller's real-life father Jerry plays his agent; his real-life mother, Anne Meara, plays a heckler; and his real-life wife, Christine Taylor ("The Brady Bunch Movie"), plays a snoopy reporter. Jon Voight is his coal-miner father; Milla Jovovich is a villainous vamp, and David Duchovny has a conspiracy secret - while David Bowie, Natalie Portman, Christian Slater, Lukas Haas, Cuba Gooding Jr. and others do cameos.  It's timely, hilarious, good fun.
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It takes the average human about 15 minutes to fall asleep.
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If you wake up at one of these times, you'll rise in between 90-minute sleep cycles.
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It takes the average human about 15 minutes to fall asleep.
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Perrin woke before first light as usual, and as usual, Faile was already up and about. She could make a mouse seem noisy when she wanted to, and he suspected that if he woke an hour after lying down, she would still manage to be up first. The doorflaps were tied back, the side panels raised a little at the bottom, and a stir of air rose through the venthole in the peak, enough to create an illusion of coolness. Perrin actually shivered while searching for his shirt and breeches. Well, it was supposed to be winter, even if the weather did not know it.
He dressed in the dark and scrubbed his teeth with salt, needing no lamps, and when he left the tent, stamping his feet into his boots, Faile had her new servants gathered around her in the deep grayness of early morning, some holding lighted lanterns. A lord’s daughter needed servants; he should have arranged for it before this. There were Two Rivers folk in Caemlyn that Faile had trained herself, but with the need for secrecy there had been no way to fetch them along. Master Gill would want to go home as soon as possible, and Lamgwin and Breane with him, but maybe Maighdin and Lini would stay.
Aram straightened from where he had been sitting cross-legged beside the tent, and waited silently on Perrin. If Perrin had not stopped him, Aram would have slept across the entrance.  Perrin had left his axe in the tent, and grateful to be rid of it. Tallanvor still wore his sword belted over his coat, but not Master Gill or the other two.
Faile must have been watching, because no sooner did Perrin come out than she gestured toward the tent, clearly issuing orders. Maighdin and Breane came bustling past him and Aram with lanterns, their jaws set, smelling of determination for some reason. Neither curtsied, a pleasant surprise. Lini did, a quick bend of the knee before she darted after the other two muttering about “knowing their place.” Perrin suspected Lini was one of those women who saw her “place” as being in charge. Come to think of it, most women did. That was the way of the world, it seemed, not just the Two Rivers.
Tallanvor and Lamgwin followed close behind the women, and Lamgwin was as serious about bowing as Tallanvor, who was almost grim. Perrin sighed and bowed back, and they both gave a start, gaping at him. A curt shout from Lini jerked them into the tent.
With only a quickly flashed smile for him, Faile strode off toward the carts, talking alternately to Basel Gill on one side of her and Sebban Balwer on the other. The men each held a lantern out to light her way. Of course, a double handful of those idiots kept pace where they could hear if she raised her voice, strutting and stroking sword hilts and staring about in the dimness as though they expected an attack or hoped for one. Perrin tugged at his short beard. She always found plenty of work to fill her hours, and nobody took it out of her hands. Nobody would dare.
Not so much as the first fingers of dawn showed on the horizon yet, but the Cairhienin were beginning to stir around the carts, and moving more quickly the closer Faile came. By the time she reached them, they appeared to be trotting, their lanterns bobbing and swinging in the dimness. The Two Rivers men, used to farmers’ days, were already making breakfast, some laughing and roughhousing around their cook fires, some grumping, but most getting the work done. A few tried to stay in their blankets and were unceremoniously tumbled out. Grady and Neald were up, too, as always off by themselves, shadows in black coats among the trees. Perrin could not recall seeing them without those coats, always buttoned to the neck, always clean and unwrinkled come sunrise, whatever they had looked like the night before. Stepping through the forms in unison, the pair were practicing the sword as they did every morning. That was better than their evening practice, when they would sit cross-legged, hands on knees, staring at some distant nothing. They never did anything then that anyone could see, yet not a man in the camp but knew what they were about and kept as far off as possible. Not even the Maidens would step into their line of sight then.
Something was missing, Perrin realized with a start. Faile always had one of the men meet him first thing with a bowl of the thick porridge they breakfasted on, but it seemed she had been too busy this morning. Brightening, he hurried toward the cook fires, hoping at least to be able to dip up his own porridge for once. A small hope.
Flann Barstere, a lanky fellow with a dent in his chin, met him halfway and shoved a carved bowl into his hands. Flann was from up toward Watch Hill, and Perrin did not know him well, but they had been hunting together a time or two, and once Perrin had helped him dig one of his father’s cows out of a bog-hole in the Waterwood.  “You won’t tell her I forgot, will you? You won’t tell? I found some honey, and I put in a good dollop.” Perrin tried not to sigh. At least Flann had remembered his name.
Well, maybe he could not get away with doing the simplest chores for himself, but he was still responsible for the men eating beneath the trees.  Gulping down the honeyed porridge quickly, he told Aram to take his ease over breakfast, but the man looked so miserable that he relented, so Aram followed as he made his way around the camp. The journey was not one Perrin enjoyed.
Men put down their bowls when he approached, or even stood until he passed. He gritted his teeth whenever somebody he had grown up with, or worse, a man who had sent him on errands as a boy, called him Lord Perrin. Not everyone did, but too many. Far too many. After a time, he gave up telling them to stop out of sheer weariness; all too often the reply was “Oh! Whatever you say, Lord Perrin.” It was enough to make a man howl!
Despite that, he made himself pause to speak a word or two to every man.  And his nose. They all knew enough to keep their bows in good repair and tend the fletching and points on their arrows, but some would wear the soles out of their boots or the bottom out of their breeches without noticing, or let blisters fester because they could not be bothered to do anything about them just yet. Several had the habit of picking up brandy when they could, and two or three of those had no head for it at all. There had been a small village the day before reaching Bethal that held no fewer than three inns.
It was very strange. Having Mistress Luhhan or his mother tell him he needed new boots or his breeches mended had always been embarrassing, and he was sure he would have been irritated at the same from anybody else, but from grizzled old Jondyn Barran on down, the Two Rivers men just said “Why, right you are, Lord Perrin; I’ll see to it straight away” or some such. He caught a number of them grinning at one another when he moved on. And they smelled pleased! When he rooted a clay jar of pear brandy out of Jori Congar’s saddlebags—a skinny fellow who ate twice as much as anyone else and always looked as if he had not had a bite in a week; Jori was a good shot with a bow, but given a chance he would drink until he could not stand, and he had light fingers besides—Jori gave him a wide-eyed look and spread his hands as if he did not know where the jar had come from. But as Perrin walked on, emptying the brandy onto the ground, Jori laughed, “You can’t put anything over on Lord Perrin!” He sounded proud! Sometimes, Perrin thought he was the only sane person left.
Another thing, he noticed. One and all, they were very interested in what he did not say. Man after man cast an eye toward the two banners that occasionally flapped atop their poles in a brief gust, Red Wolfhead and Red Eagle. They eyed the banners and watched him, waiting for the order he had given every time the things had come out since reaching Ghealdan. And often enough before that. Except that he had said nothing yesterday, and he said nothing today, and he saw speculation blooming on men’s faces. He left behind clusters of men peering at the banners and at him, murmuring excitedly among themselves. He did not try to listen. What would they say if he was wrong, if the Whitecloaks or King Ailron decided they could look away from the Prophet and the Seanchan long enough to snuff out a supposed rebellion? They were his responsibility, and he had already gotten too many of them killed.
The sun was more than peeking above the horizon, spreading a sharp morning light, by the time he finished, and over at the tent, Tallanvor and Lamgwin were lugging out chests under Lini’s direction, while Maighdin and Breane appeared to be sorting the contents out on a broad patch of dead grass, blankets and linens mainly, and long bright swaths of silk satin that had been intended to drape the bed he had misplaced.  No carrying and hauling for them. Useful as rats in the barn.
Perrin thought about taking a look at Stayer and Stepper, but when he glanced through the trees at the horselines, he was seen. No fewer than three of the farriers stepped out anxiously, watching him. They were blocky men in leather aprons, alike as eggs in a basket, though Falton had only a fringe of white around his head, Aemin was graying, and Jerasid had not yet come into his middle years. Perrin growled at the sight of them. They would hover if he laid a hand on either horse, and goggle if he lifted a hoof. The one time he had tried to change a worn shoe, on Stayer, all six farriers had darted about grabbing up tools before he could touch them, nearly knocking the bay over in their rush to do the work themselves.
“They’re afraid you don’t trust them,” Aram said suddenly. Perrin looked at him in surprise, and Aram shifted his shoulders in his coat. “I’ve talked to them, some. They think if a lord tends his own horses, it must be because he doesn’t trust them. You might send them off, with no way to get home.” His tone said they were fools to think that, but he gave Perrin a sideways glance and shrugged again, uncomfortably. “I think they’re embarrassed, too. If you don’t behave the way they think a lord should, it reflects on them, as they see it.”
“Light!” Perrin muttered. Faile had said the same—about them being embarrassed, anyway—but he had believed it just a lord’s daughter talking. Faile had grown up surrounded by servants, yet how could a lady know the thoughts of a man who had to work for his bread? He frowned toward the horselines. Five of the farriers stood together watching him, now. Embarrassed that he wanted to look after his own horses, and upset that he did not want them pulling wool and scratching gravel all over the place.  Aram blinked, and began studying his boots. “Light!” Perrin growled.
Spotting Basel Gill hurrying from the direction of the carts, Perrin moved to meet him. He did not think he had done very well at making Gill feel at ease yesterday. The stout man was talking to himself and once more mopping his head with a kerchief, sweating away in a rumpled dark gray coat. The day’s heat was beginning to take hold already. He did not see Perrin until Perrin was nearly on him, and then he gave a jump, stuffing the kerchief into a coat pocket and making a bow. He looked curried and brushed fit for a feastday.
“Ah. My Lord Perrin. Your Lady told me to take a cart into Bethal. She says I’m to find you some Two Rivers tabac, if I can, but I don’t know that’s possible. Two Rivers leaf has always been dear, and trade isn’t what it was.”
“She’s sending you for tabac?” Perrin said, frowning. He supposed secrecy had gone down the well, but still. “I bought three casks, two villages back. Enough for everybody.”
 “Not Two Rivers leaf, and your Lady says you like that above any other. The Ghealdanin leaf will do for your men. I’m to be your shambayan, she called it, and keep you and her supplied with what you need. Not much different from what I did running the Blessing, really.” The similarity seemed to amuse him; his belly shook with quiet chuckles. “I have quite a list, though I can’t say how much of it I’ll find. Good wine, herbs, fruit, candles and lamp oil, oilcloth and wax, paper and ink, needles, pins, oh, all sorts of things. Tallanvor and Lamgwin and I are going, with some of your Lady’s other retainers.”
His Lady’s other retainers. Tallanvor and Lamgwin were bringing out yet another chest for the women to sort through. They had to pass by the squatting clump of young fools, who never offered to lend a hand. In fact, the layabouts ignored them completely.
“You keep an eye on that lot,” Perrin cautioned. “If one of them starts any trouble—if he even looks as if he will—you have Lamgwin crack his head.” And if it was one of the women? They were just as likely, maybe more so. Perrin grunted. Faile’s “retainers” were going to tie his belly into permanent knots yet. Too bad she could not be satisfied with the likes of Master Gill and Maighdin. “You didn’t mention Balwer. Has he decided to go on alone?” Just then, a shift in the breeze brought him Balwer’s scent, an alert smell very much at odds with the fellow’s almost desiccated exterior.
Even for so reedy a man, Balwer made surprisingly little noise on the dried leaves underfoot. In a sparrow-brown coat, he offered a quick bow, and his tilted head added to the image of a bird. “I am staying, my Lord,” he said cautiously. Or maybe that was just his manner. “As your gracious Lady’s secretary. And yours, if it pleases you.” He stepped closer, very nearly a hop. “I am well versed, my Lord. I possess a good memory and write a good hand, and my Lord can be assured that whatever he confides in me will never pass my lips to another. The ability to keep secrets is a primary skill of a secretary. Don’t you have pressing duties for our new mistress, Master Gill?”
Gill frowned at Balwer, opened his mouth, then closed it with a snap. Spinning on his heel, he trotted away toward the tent.
For a moment Balwer watched him go, head to one side, lips pursed thoughtfully. “I can offer other services, as well, my Lord,” he said finally. “Knowledge. I overheard some of my Lord’s men speaking, and I understand that my Lord may have had some . . . difficulties . . . with the Children of the Light. A secretary learns many things. I know a surprising amount about the Children.”
“With any luck I can avoid Whitecloaks,” Perrin told him. “Better if you knew where the Prophet is. Or the Seanchan.” He did not expect any of that, of course, but Balwer surprised him.
“I cannot be certain, of course, but I think the Seanchan have not spread far beyond Amador as yet. Fact is difficult to sift from rumor, my Lord, but I keep my ears open. Of course, they do seem to move with unexpected suddenness. A dangerous people, with large numbers of Taraboner soldiers. I believe from Master Gill that my Lord knows of them, but I observed them closely in Amador, and what I saw is at my Lord’s disposal. As to the Prophet, there are as many rumors concerning him as the Seanchan, but I believe I can say reliably that he was recently at Abila, a largish town some forty leagues south of here.” Balwer smiled thinly, a brief self-satisfied smile.
“How can you be so sure?” Perrin said slowly.
“As I said, my Lord, I keep my ears open. The Prophet reportedly closed a number of inns and taverns, and tore down those he considered too disreputable. Several were mentioned, and by chance, I happen to know there are inns of those names in Abila. I think there is little chance another town would have inns with the same names.” He flashed another narrow smile. He certainly smelled pleased with himself.
Perrin scratched his beard thoughtfully. The man just happened to remember where some inns that Masema supposedly had torn down were located. And if Masema turned out not to be there after all, well, these days rumors sprouted like mushrooms after rain. Balwer sounded a man trying to build up his own importance. “Thank you, Master Balwer. I’ll keep that to mind. If you hear any more, be sure to tell me.” As he turned to go, the man caught his sleeve.
Balwer’s skinny fingers leaped away immediately, as though burned, and he made one of those birdlike bows, dry-washing his hands. “Forgive me, my Lord. I hesitate to press, but do not take the Whitecloaks too lightly. Avoiding them is wise, but it may not be possible. They are much closer than the Seanchan. Eamon Valda, the new Lord Captain Commander, led most of their numbers toward northern Amadicia before Amador fell. He was hunting the Prophet, also, my Lord. Valda is a dangerous man, and Rhadam Asunawa, the Grand Inquisitor, makes Valda seem pleasant. And I fear neither has any love for your own Lord. Forgive me.” He bowed again, hesitated, then went on smoothly. “If I may say so, my Lord’s display of Manetheren’s banner is inspired. My Lord will be more than a match for Valda and Asunawa, if he takes care.”
Watching him bow himself away, Perrin thought he knew part of Balwer’s story now. Clearly, he also had run afoul of the Whitecloaks. That could take no more than being on the same street with them, a frown at the wrong time, but it seemed Balwer had a grudge. A sharp mind, too, seeing right away about the Red Eagle. And a sharp tongue with Master Gill.
Gill was on his knees beside Maighdin, talking rapidly despite Lini’s effort to hush him. Maighdin had turned to stare after Balwer as the fellow hurried through the trees toward the carts, but now and then her gaze swung to Perrin. The rest of them clustered close to her, peering now at Balwer, now at Perrin. If he had ever seen a group of people worried about what somebody else had said, it was they. But what were they worried he might have heard? Backbiting, probably. Tales of resentments and misdeeds, real or imagined. People cooped up together tended to start pecking at one another. If that was it, maybe he could put a stop before somebody drew blood. Tallanvor was fondling his sword hilt again! What did Faile intend to do with the fellow?
“Aram, I want you to go talk to Tallanvor and that lot. Tell them what Balwer said to me. Just slide it into the talk, but tell everything.” That should soothe fears of tale-bearing. Faile said servants needed to be made to feel at home. “Make friends with them if you can, Aram. But if you decide to moon over one of the women, be sure it’s Lini. The other two are taken.”
The man had a smooth tongue for any pretty woman, but he managed to look surprised and offended, both. “As you wish, Lord Perrin,” he muttered sulkily. “I’ll catch you up quickly.”
“I will be over with the Aiel.”
Aram blinked. “Ah. Yes. Well, it might take a while, at that, if I’m to make friends with them. They don’t look like they much want friends, to me.” This from a fellow who stared suspiciously at anyone except Faile who came near Perrin and never smiled for anyone not wearing a skirt.
Nevertheless, he went over and squatted on his heels where he could speak to Gill and the others. Even from a distance their standoffishness was plain. They continued with their work, only now and then saying a word to Aram, and they looked at each other as often as at him. Skittish as green quail in summer, when the foxes were teaching the cubs to hunt. But at least they were talking.
Perrin wondered what mischief Aram had gotten up to with the Aiel—there did not seem to have been any time for it!—but he did not wonder long. Any serious trouble with Aiel usually meant someone dead, and not the Aiel. In truth, he was not so eager to meet the Wise Ones himself. He walked around the curve of the hill, but instead of climbing the slope, his feet carried him all the way to the Mayeners. He had stayed away from their camp as much as possible, too, and not simply because of Berelain. There were disadvantages to having too keen a nose.
Fortunately, a freshening breeze was carrying most of the stink away, though it did little for the heat. Sweat rolled down the faces of the mounted sentries in their red armor. At the sight of him, they sat up even more rigidly in their saddles, which was saying something. Where the Two Rivers men rode like fellows heading out to the fields, the Mayeners usually were statues on horseback. They could fight, though. The Light send there was no need.
Havien Nurelle came running, buttoning up his coat, before Perrin was well past the sentries. The dozen or so other officers followed at Nurelle’s heels, all coated and some fastening the straps of their red breastplates. Two or three carried helmets with thin red plumes tucked under their arms. Most were years older than Nurelle, some twice his age, graying men with hard, scarred faces, but Nurelle’s reward for helping to rescue Rand had been to be named Gallenne’s second, his First Lieutenant, they called it.
“The First hasn’t returned, yet, Lord Perrin,” Nurelle said, making a bow mirrored by the others. A tall slender man, he did not look as young as he had before Dumai’s Wells. There was an edge to his eyes, which had seen more blood than most veterans of twenty battles. But if his face was harder, there was still an eagerness to please in his scent. To Havien Nurelle, Perrin Aybara was a man who could fly or walk on water as he chose. “The morning patrols saw nothing, those that are back. I would have reported, otherwise.”
“Of course,” Perrin told him. “I . . . just wanted to look about a bit.”
He simply meant to walk around until he could work up his nerve to face the Wise Ones, but the young Mayener followed him with the rest of the officers, anxiously watching for Lord Perrin to find some flaw in the Winged Guards, wincing whenever they came on bare-chested men tossing dice on a blanket or some fellow snoring away with the sun on the climb. He need not have bothered; to Perrin, the camp looked laid out with a plumb line and level. Each man had his blankets, and his saddle for a pillow, not more than two paces from where his horse was tied to one of the long ropes drooping between chest-high poles set upright in the ground. A cook fire stood every twenty paces, with lances stacked in steel-tipped cones between. The whole made a sort of box around five peaked tents, one striped gold-and-blue and larger than the other four combined. All very different from the Two Rivers men’s every-which-way arrangement.
 He was not sure how much success he was having. He itched to stop and look over a horse or two—just to be able to pick up a hoof without somebody practically fainting—but mindful of what Aram had said, he kept his hands to himself. Everyone seemed as startled as Nurelle at his pace. Tough-eyed bannermen chivvied men to their feet only to have Perrin stride by with a nod before they were all upright. A puzzled murmur trailed in the air behind him, and his ears caught a few comments about officers, lords in particular, that he was just as glad Nurelle and the others missed. Finally, he found himself on the verge of the camp, staring up the brushy slope toward the Wise Ones’ tents. Only a few of the Maidens were visible among the scattered trees up there, and some of the gai’shain.
“Lord Perrin,” Nurelle said hesitantly. “The Aes Sedai . . . ” He stepped closer and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “I know they swore to the Lord Dragon, and . . . I’ve seen things, Lord Perrin. They do camp chores! Aes Sedai! This morning, Masuri and Seonid came down to fetch water! And yesterday, after you returned . . . Yesterday, I thought I heard someone up there . . . crying out. It couldn’t have been one of the sisters, of course,” he added hurriedly, and laughed to show how ridiculous the idea was, a very shaky laugh. “You . . . You will see that everything is . . . all right . . . with them?” He had ridden into forty thousand Shaido leading two hundred lancers, but talking about this had him hunching his shoulders and shifting his feet. Of course, he had ridden into forty thousand Shaido because an Aes Sedai wanted him to.
“I’ll do what I can,” Perrin muttered. Maybe matters were worse than he had thought. Now he had to stop them getting worse still. If he could. He would rather have faced the Shaido again.
Nurelle nodded as though Perrin had promised all he asked and more. “That is well, then,” he said, sounding relieved. Casting sideways glances at Perrin, he worked himself up to say something else, but apparently this was not so touchy as the Aes Sedai. “I heard that you let the Red Eagle stay.”
Perrin very nearly jumped. Even for just around the hill, news had traveled fast. “It seemed the thing to do,” he said slowly. Berelain would have to know the truth, yet if too many knew, that truth would spread from the next village they passed, the next farm. “This used to be part of Manetheren,” he added, as if Nurelle did not know that perfectly well. Truth! He had gotten so he could bend truth like an Aes Sedai, and to men on his side. “Not the first time that flag’s been raised around here, I’ll warrant, but none of those fellows had the Dragon Reborn behind him.” And if that did not set the necessary seeds, he did not know how to plow a furrow.
Abruptly he realized that what seemed every last one of the Winged Guards was watching him with their officers. No doubt wondering what he was saying, after all but running through that way. Even the lean balding old soldier Gallenne called his dogrobber had come out to stare, and Berelain’s maids, a pair of plump plain-faced women garbed to match their mistress’s tent. Perrin had hardly seen a thing, but he knew he had to give some sort of praise.
 Those were the first words that came to mind, but he winced at saying them.
To his shock, shouting rose straight away among the soldiers, cheering, “Perrin Goldeneyes!” and “Mayene for Goldeneyes!” and “Goldeneyes and Manetheren!” Men danced and capered, and some snatched lances from the stacks to shake them so the red streamers waved in the breeze. Grizzled bannermen watched them with arms folded, nodding approval. Nurelle beamed, and not only him.  Light, he was the only sane man left! He prayed never to see another battle!
Wondering whether this was going to cause trouble with Berelain, he made his goodbyes with Nurelle and the others and tramped up the slope through dead or dying brush, none of it waist-high. Brown weeds crackled beneath his boots. Shouting still filled the Mayener camp. Even after she learned the truth, the First might not be pleased to have her soldiers cheering him this way. Of course, that could have good points. Maybe she would be angry enough to stop pestering him.
Short of the crest, he paused, listening to the cheers finally fade away. No one was going to cheer him here. All of the side flaps were down on the Wise Ones’ low gray-brown tents, closing them in. Only a few of the Maidens were in sight, now. Squatting easily on their heels beneath a leatherleaf that still showed some green, they eyed him curiously. Their hands moved quickly in that way they had of talking among themselves with signs. After a moment Sulin rose, shifting her heavy belt knife, and strode in his direction, a tall, wiry woman with a pink scar across her sun-dark cheek. She glanced back down the way he had come and seemed relieved that he was alone, though it was often hard to tell with Aiel.
“This is good, Perrin Aybara,” she said quietly. “The Wise Ones have not been pleased that you make them come to you.
Perrin scrubbed at his beard. He had been keeping clear of the Wise Ones—and the Aes Sedai—as much as possible, but he had had no intention of forcing them to come to him. He just found their company uncomfortable. To put it mildly. “Well, I need to see Edarra now,” he told her. “About the Aes Sedai.”
“Perhaps I was mistaken after all,” Sulin said dryly. “But I will tell her.” Turning, she paused. “Tell me something. Teryl Wynter and Furen Alharra are close to Seonid Traighan—like first-brothers with a first-sister; she does not like men as men—yet they offered to take her punishment for her. How could they shame her so?”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. A pair of gai’shain appeared from the reverse slope, each leading two of the Aiel’s pack mules; the white-robed men passed within a few paces, heading down toward the stream. He could not be sure, but he thought both were Shaido. The pair kept their eyes meekly down, barely looking up enough to see where they were going. They had had every opportunity to run away, doing chores like that without anyone to watch. A peculiar people.
“I see you are shocked, too,” Sulin said. “I had hoped you could explain. I will tell Edarra.” As she started for the tents, she added over her shoulder, “You wetlanders are very strange, Perrin Aybara.”
Perrin frowned after her, and when she vanished into one of the tents, he turned to frown at the two gai’shain leading the horses to water. Wetlanders were strange? Light! So Nurelle had been right in what he heard. It was beyond time to stick his nose into what was going on between the Wise Ones and the Aes Sedai. He should have before this. He wished he did not think it would be the same as sticking his nose into a hornets’ nest.
It seemed to take a long time for Sulin to reappear, and she did little to help his mood when she did. Holding the tentflap for him, she flicked his belt knife contemptuously with a finger as he ducked through. “You should be better armed for this dance, Perrin Aybara,” she said.
Inside, he was surprised to find all six Wise Ones sitting cross-legged on colorful tasseled cushions, their shawls tied around their waists and their skirts making carefully arranged fans across the layered rugs. He had hoped for just Edarra. None looked to be more than four or five years older than he, some no older at all, yet somehow they always made him feel as if he were facing the oldest members of the Women’s Circle, the ones who had spent years learning to sniff out whatever you wanted to hide. Separating one woman’s scent from another’s was all but impossible, but he hardly needed to. Six sets of eyes latched on to him, from Janina’s pale sky blue to Marline’s purple twilight, not to mention Nevarin’s sharp green. Every eye could have been a skewer.
Edarra brusquely motioned him to take a cushion himself, which he did with gratitude, though it put him facing them all in a semicircle. Maybe Wise Ones had designed these tents, to make men bend their necks if they wanted to stand upright. Strangely, it was cooler in the dim interior, but he still felt like sweating. Maybe he could not pick one from another, yet these women smelled like wolves studying a tethered goat. A square-faced gai’shain who was half again as big as he was knelt to offer a golden cup of dark wine-punch on an elaborate silver tray. The Wise Ones already held mismatched silver cups and goblets. Unsure what it meant that he was being offered gold—maybe nothing, yet who could say, with Aiel?—Perrin took it cautiously. It gave off the scent of plums. The fellow bowed meekly enough when Edarra clapped her hands, and bent himself out of the tent backward, but the half-healed slash down his hard face had to date from Dumai’s Wells.
“Now that you are here,” Edarra said as soon as the tentflap dropped behind the gai’shain, “we will explain again why you must kill the man called Masema Dagar.”
“We should not have to explain again,” Delora put in. Her hair and eyes were nearly the same shade as Maighdin’s, but no one would call her pinched face pretty. Her manner was pure ice. “This Masema Dagar is a danger to the Car’a’carn. He must die.”
“The dreamwalkers have told us, Perrin Aybara.” Carelle certainly was pretty, and though her fiery hair and piercing eyes made her look as though she had a temper, she was always mild. For a Wise One. And certainly not soft. “They have read the dream. The man must die.”
Perrin took a swallow of plum punch to gain a moment. Somehow, the punch was cool. It was always the same with them. Rand had not mentioned any warning from the dreamwalkers. The first time, Perrin had mentioned that. Only the once; they had thought he was casting doubt on their word, and even Carelle had gone hot-eyed.  Not exactly. He had not caught them in one, anyway. But what they wanted for the future and what Rand wanted—what he himself wanted, for that matter—might be very different things. Maybe it was Rand who was keeping secrets. “If you could just give me some idea what this danger is,” he said, finally. “The Light knows, Masema’s a madman, but he supports Rand. A fine thing, if I go around killing people on our side. That will certainly convince people to join Rand.”
Sarcasm was lost on them. They looked at him, unblinking. “The man must die,” Edarra said at last. “It is enough that three dreamwalkers have said so, and six Wise Ones tell you.” The same as always. Maybe they did not know any more than that. And maybe he should get on with why he had come.
“I want to talk about Seonid and Masuri,” he said, and six faces turned to frost. Light, these women could stare down a stone! Setting the winecup beside him, he leaned toward them stubbornly. “I’m supposed to show people Aes Sedai sworn to Rand.” He was supposed to show Masema, actually, but this did seem a good time to mention that. “They aren’t going to be very cooperative if you lot beat them! Light! They’re Aes Sedai! Instead of making them haul water, why don’t you learn from them? They must know all sorts of things you don’t.” Too late, he bit his tongue. The Aiel women did not take offense, though; not that it showed, anyway.
“They know some things we do not,” Delora told him firmly, “and we know some they do not.” As firmly as a spearpoint in the ribs.
“We learn what there is to learn, Perrin Aybara,” Marline said calmly, combing nearly black hair with her fingers. She was one of the few Aiel he had seen with such dark hair, and she often toyed with it. “And we teach what there is to teach.”
“In any event,” Janira said, “it is none of your affair. Men do not interfere between Wise Ones and apprentices.”
“You may stop listening outside and come in, Seonid Traighan,” Edarra said suddenly. Perrin blinked in surprise, but none of the women batted an eye.
There was a moment of silence, then the tentflap twitched aside, and Seonid ducked inside, kneeling quickly on the rugs. That vaunted Aes Sedai serenity was shattered in her.  She smelled of anger, frustration, and a dozen more emotions all whirling about so quickly that Perrin could barely separate any out. “May I speak to him?” she asked in a stiff voice.
“If you take care what you say,” Edarra told her. Sipping her wine, the Wise One watched over the rim of her cup. A teacher watching a pupil? A hawk watching a mouse? Perrin could not be sure. Except that Edarra was very sure of her place, whatever the pairing. So was Seonid. But that did not carry over to him.
 Anger raged in the smell of her.  No, there was not a shred of serenity left in her. “Whatever is between the Wise Ones and us is for us alone!
Amazed, Perrin raked his fingers through his hair. “Light, you’re upset because I know you got a switching?” he said incredulously. Well, he would have been, too, but not alongside the rest. “Don’t you know these women would as soon cut your throat as look at you?  Well, I promised myself I wouldn’t let that happen! I don’t like you, but I promised to protect you from the Wise Ones, or the Asha’man, or Rand himself, so come down off that high horse!” Realizing that he was shouting, he drew a deep, embarrassed breath and settled back on his cushion, snatched up his winecup and took a long drink.
Seonid went stiffer by the word with indignation, and her lip curled well before he finished. “You promised?” she sneered. “You think Aes Sedai need your protection? You—?”
“Enough,” Edarra said quietly, and Seonid’s jaw snapped shut, though her hands made white-knuckled fists clutching her skirts.
“What makes you think we would kill her, Perrin Aybara?” Janina asked curiously. Aiel seldom showed much on their faces, but the others frowned at him or looked with open incredulity.
“I know how you feel,” he replied slowly. “I’ve known since I saw you with the sisters after Dumai’s Wells.” He was not about to explain that he had smelled their hatred, their contempt, every time a Wise One looked at an Aes Sedai back then. He did not smell it now, but no one could maintain that level of fury for long without bursting. That did not mean it was gone, only that it had sunk deep, maybe into the bone.
Delora snorted, a sound like linen ripping. “First you say they must be coddled because you need them, and now because they are Aes Sedai and you have promised to protect them. Which is truth, Perrin Aybara?”
“Both.” Perrin met Delora’s hard gaze for a long moment, then eyed each of the others in turn. “Both are true, and I mean both.”
The Wise Ones exchanged glances, the sort where every flicker of an eyelid held a hundred words and no man could make out a one. Finally, in a shifting of necklaces and readjusting of tied shawls, they appeared to reach agreement.
“We do not kill apprentices, Perrin Aybara,” Nevarin said. She sounded shocked at the idea. “When Rand al’Thor asked us to apprentice them, perhaps he thought it was just to make them obey us, but we do not speak empty words. They are apprentices, now.”
“They will remain so until five Wise Ones agree they are ready to be more,” Marline added, sweeping her long hair over her shoulder. “And they are treated no differently than any others.”
Edarra nodded over her winecup. “Tell him the advice you would give him concerning Masema Dagar, Seonid Traighan,” she said.
The kneeling woman had practically writhed during Nevarin and Marline’s short speeches, gripping her skirt until Perrin thought the silk might rip, but she wasted no time complying with Edarra’s instructions. “The Wise Ones are right, whatever their reasons. I do not say this because they wish it.” She drew herself up again, smoothing her features with a visible effort. A touch of heat still flared in her voice, though. “I saw the work of so-called Dragonsworn before I ever met Rand al’Thor. Death and destruction, to no purpose. Even a faithful dog must be put down if it begins to foam at the mouth.”
“Blood and ashes!” Perrin grumbled. “How can I even let you in sight of the man after that? You swore fealty to Rand; you know that isn’t what he wants! What about that ‘thousands will die if you fail’?” Light, if Masuri felt the same, then he had to put up with Aes Sedai and Wise Ones for nothing! No, worse. He would have to guard Masema from them!
“Masuri knows Masema for rabid as well as I,” Seonid replied when he put the question to her. All of her serenity had returned.  Her scent was sharply alert. Intent. As if he needed his nose, with her eyes fixed on his, big and dark and bottomless. “I swore to serve the Dragon Reborn, and the best service I can give him now is to keep this animal from him. Bad enough that rulers know Masema supports him; worse if they see him embrace the man.
Perrin thought his head would spin. Again an Aes Sedai whirled words about like a top, made it seem she had said black when she meant white. Then the Wise Ones added their bit.
“Masuri Sokawa,” Nevarin said calmly, “believes the rabid dog can be leashed and bound so he may be used safely.” For an instant, Seonid looked as surprised as Perrin felt, but she recovered quickly. Outside, she did; her scent was suddenly wary, as if she sensed a trap where she had not expected one.
“She also wishes to fit you for a halter, Perrin Aybara,” Carelle added, even more casually. “She thinks you must be bound also, to make you safe.” Nothing on her freckled face told whether she agreed.
Edarra raised a hand toward Seonid. “You may go, now. You will not listen further, but you may ask Gharadin again to let you Heal the wound on his face. Remember, if he still refuses, you must accept it. He is gai’shain, not one of your wetlander servants.” She invested that last word with depths of scorn.
Seonid stared icy augers at Perrin. She looked at the Wise Ones, her lips trembling on the brink of speech. In the end, though, all she could do was go with as good a grace as she could muster. Outwardly, that was considerable, an Aes Sedai being Aes Sedai fit to shame a queen. But the scent she trailed behind her was frustration sharp enough to cut.
As soon as she was gone, the six Wise Ones focused on Perrin again.
“Now,” Edarra said, “you can explain to us why you would put a rabid animal next to the Car’a’carn.”
“Only a fool obeys another’s command to push him over a cliff,” Nevarin said.
 Speak, Perrin Aybara.”
Perrin considered making a break for the doorflaps. But if he did, he would leave behind one Aes Sedai who might possibly be of some doubtful help, and another, along with six Wise Ones, who were all set to ruin everything he had come to do. He put his winecup down again, and settled his hands on his knees. He needed a clear head if he was to show these women he was no tethered goat.


ITV I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here! starving stars on the brink as tears, missing beans and low morale threaten camp
"People are going crazy."
by Rebecca KoncienzcyMorale of the I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here! campmates had fallen to new lows in tonight's episode.
The ITV reality show set in the jungles of Australia started off with tears from Coronation Street actor Andrew Whyment, 38, who said how much he was missing his kids.
Tonight we saw him wiping away tears in the Bush Telegraph as he pinned his hopes on the team getting care packages so he could have a picture from home.
He said: "I hope that we get the 12 stars and the 12 packages and today will be a different day and everyone will be happy.
"I'm right at the bottom of the roast dinner list but to just get a picture from home. I miss my kids so much.
"Hopefully we'll get the 12 packages because I think everyone would like a picture of home so if that could happen I think it would be the best day in here by far."
And he wasn't the only one struggling with the pressures of camp life.
Girls Aloud singer Nadine Coyle, 34, said people are "going crazy" with difficulties of living with the pure basics.
She said: "I sense if we do get it people are going to be really happy because it's now day 765 in the jungle and people are going crazy."
Presenter Kate Garraway echoed Nadine's thoughts as the team psyched themselves up for the live trial.
The 52-year-old said: "I think we all need a boost basically so if we could win these care packages I think it would be just what the camp needs."
While Andy, Kate, Nadine and Rak-Su singer Myles Stephenson set out on a mission to get the care packages to help bring the camp morle levels up, the other hungry campmates discovered missing food.
Andrew Maxwell, 44, was hoping the team win all 12 stars so that he can fill up on a roast dinner.
He has had a particularly difficult few days after he came to blows with former footballer Ian Wright, 56, and questioned his decision to take part in the show.
But he and Ian were shocked when ex-England rugby player James Haskell found 21 packets of beans in the ration chest.
Andrew said: "It’s madness. We had such a tiny portion of beans yesterday.
"We didn’t need to go hungry at all yesterday."
Luckily for the celebs, the team did amazingly well in the challenges and all 12 care packages were delivered, including a full roast dinner.
After seeing the feast, Capital Radio DJ Roman Kemp said: "I thought it was a mirage. I can’t help but think about Ian, Cliff and Andy [who missed out on the dinner] but I also can’t help but think about cauliflower cheese."
When they got back to camp James handed out the care packages and the celebrities read each other’s notes from home, looked at family photos and enjoyed little food treats which resulted in tears, laughter and joy at the sight of their chosen sugar or savoury bites.
*I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here! is on ITV1, evenings from 9pm


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The roots for search can be traced back to Stanford University. Jerry Yang and David Filo, better known as being the cofounders of Yahoo, knew something needed to be done to make searching the Internet easier. They knew it needed some sort of user-friendly directory that made finding what you were looking for as easy as clicking a button- so that’s exactly what they did.
“Jerry and David’s Guide to the World Wide Web” is what they called the solution to this problem. But even with a name like this, it spread across the country- achieving millions of downloads in just a short period of time. With how popular their search tool was becoming, they thought it needed to be renamed. They wanted it to be catchy but not overly complicated; and that’s how Yahoo was born.
Like a lot of other Internet companies at the time, Yahoo’s biggest challenge was making money. They were essentially providing a free service to millions of people with no way to make money off of it. Michael Moritz, a venture capitalist, paid visit to Yahoo. He had the idea of putting advertisements on the web, something at the time that had never been done before. Yang and Filo were not a fan of this idea but what choice did they have? They needed a way to make cash. So, in ate 1995, Yahoo began taking banner ads. This was not only a huge milestone for Yahoo but for the rest of the world, showing that you could make money on the web.
In 1996, Yahoo began facing many challengers, but one in particular kept Yahoo on high alert. That company’s name was Excite and their tech was much more sophisticated than Yahoo’s. Unlike Yahoo, Excite was powered solely by software. It was able to find relevant web pages based on what you were searching, rather than just displaying a list of websites you might want to look at. This was the basic version of what we know as search today.
By 1997, the Internet was flooded with people. Everyone was taking advantage of the power of search. But soon enough, issues arose. Now with the addition of ads on the web, companies were too focused on finding new ways to make money and not provided people with relevant content when they were trying to find something. There was just too much flash.
Larry Paige and Sergei Brin were two other Stanford students with an idea on how to make search, once again, useful. Paige had the idea that the Internet was running a popularity contest on its own sites. How many times a site is linked to another was a “vote” to how popular it was. The more times a site is linked, the more relevant people found it. Link counting is what made them so successful. So successful that you might have heard of their company, Google.
Now what would a tech startup be without the help of a venture capitalist? Vinod Khosla introduced Google to Excite, he was hoping that Excite would purchase Google; and they easily could have for about a million dollars. But Google went a different route.
After receiving about 12 million dollars in funding from a range of investors, they needed to figure out a way to make money on their own. For they were losing about half a million a month. They were hesitant to the idea of using ads because they wanted their site to be user friendly. But with a little “help” from Bill Gross at IdeaLab, Google was about to take off.
Gross had the idea that whenever someone made a search, they were telling you a little bit about what they were interested in. He thought that these “keywords” could be worth a fortune to advertisers. Google and Gross had several meetings to talk about a potential partnership, but ultimately, nothing came from it.
That was until, several months later, Google made a similar service called AdWords. Gross sued Google over this similarity but the two ended up settling, leaving Gross with a nice amount of stock.
As time went on, Google continued to tweak AdWords- separating ads from search results to give users a better experience. As the service got better, Google rained in more and more money, marking the start of the Internet economy.


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Today is the Day of Grunting, when all around the world, from Aargau to Zug, people join together as one in celebration of that terrifying figure of children's most awful nightmares, the Grunty Man.
When you have stopped trembling, you may wish to consult this collection of pieces in which mention is made of our dear grunting pal. Think of him, lurking in his filthy cave, grunting and grunting and grunting until the cows come home*.
* NOTA BENE : I have been asked to point out that no cows actually live in the Grunty Man's cave, so they are never going to “come home” to it. This suggests that the grunting of the Grunty Man will continue for all eternity, just as it has been going on since long, long before the dawn of time.


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or both are called localization
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I don't think it will matter too much for projection notation (in this particular use case).
I vote for localization. You can still define an abbreviation (or even a local notation) in files where this is used a lot
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s = self.env.reset()
ep_r = 0
buffer_s, buffer_a, buffer_r = [], [], []
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discounted_r.append(v_s_)
discounted_r.reverse()
buffer_r = np.array(discounted_r)[:, np.newaxis]
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ControlChart.Rd
R6Class representing a control chart consisting of ControlChartPhase
s
and ControlChartControlLine
s.
control_chart = ControlChart$new(name, type) control_chart$add_phase(ControlChartPhase$new(name)) control_chart$get_table()
new(name, type = c("xbar_R", "xbar_s", "R", "s", "p"))
Initialize the control chart.
name | Character . Name of
the control chart. |
type | Character . Type of
the control chart. |
add_control_line(quantile = 0)
Add a ControlChartControlLine
to the control chart.
quantile | Numeric . The
quantile which is used to calculate the value of the control line. |
add_phase(name, preliminary = FALSE)
Add a link{ControlChartPhase}
to the control chart.
name | Character . Name of
the phase. |
preliminary | Logical . If
TRUE , phases values are used to calculate
the control line values, otherwise not. |
get_control_line(id = id)
Get the control chart's control line
with id == id
.
get_control_line_ids()
Get all control line ids as a character vector.
get_control_line_values()
Get all control line values as a numeric vector.
get_id()
Get the control chart's id.
get_name()
Get the control chart's name.
get_params()
Get the parameters of the control charts preliminary phases values used to calculate the control line values.
get_phase(id)
Get the control chart's phase with
id == id
.
get_phase_ids(preliminary = NULL)
Get all phases ids as a character vector.
preliminary | If NULL all ids,
if TRUE only ids of preliminary phases,
if FALSE only ids of non-preliminary
phases are returned. |
get_plot()
Get the control chart's plot as a
plotly
plot.
get_table(sample_count = c("chart", "phase"),
preliminary = NULL)
Get a tibble
with
columns "phase"
, "sample"
, "value"
.
sample_count | If "chart" samples are counted from
the perspective of the chart, if "phase" from the perspective
of each phase. |
preliminary | If NULL all rows,
if TRUE only rows of preliminary phases,
if FALSE only rows of non-preliminary
phases are returned. |
get_type()
Get the control chart's type.
set_name(name)
Set the control chart's name.
name | Character . New name. |
set_phase_names(new_names, old_names = NULL)
Set the names
of one or more control chart's phases. If old_names = NULL
the
length of new_names
must be equal to the number of the control
chart's phases, otherwise the length of new_names
and old_names
has to be equal.
new_names | Character
vector. |
old_names | Character
vector or NULL . |
set_type(type = c("xbar_R", "xbar_s", "R", "s", "p"))
Set the control chart's type.
type | Character . New type. |


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For this to work, the docstrings must of course be written in correct reStructuredText. You can then use all of the usual Sphinx markup in the docstrings, and it will end up correctly in the documentation. Together with hand-written documentation, this technique eases the pain of having to maintain two locations for documentation, while at the same time avoiding auto-generated-looking pure API documentation.
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will produce source like this:
.. class:: Noodle
Noodle's docstring.
The “auto” directives can also contain content of their own, it will be inserted into the resulting non-auto directive source after the docstring (but before any automatic member documentation).
Therefore, you can also mix automatic and non-automatic member documentation, like so:
.. autoclass:: Noodle
:members: eat, slurp
.. method:: boil(time=10)
Boil the noodle *time* minutes.
Options and advanced usage
If you want to automatically document members, there’s a members option:
.. autoclass:: Noodle
:members:
will document all non-private member functions and properties (that is, those whose name doesn’t start with _), while
.. autoclass:: Noodle
:members: eat, slurp
will document exactly the specified members.
Members without docstrings will be left out, unless you give the undoc-members flag option:
.. autoclass:: Noodle
:members:
:undoc-members:
For classes and exceptions, members inherited from base classes will be left out, unless you give the inherited-members flag option, in addition to members:
.. autoclass:: Noodle
:members:
:inherited-members:
This can be combined with undoc-members to document all available members of the class or module.
New in version 0.3.
It’s possible to override the signature for callable members (functions, methods, classes) with the regular syntax that will override the signature gained from instropection:
.. autoclass:: Noodle(type)
.. automethod:: eat(persona)
This is useful if the signature from the method is hidden by a decorator.
New in version 0.4.
The autoclass and autoexception directives also support a flag option called show-inheritance. When given, a list of base classes will be inserted just below the class signature.
New in version 0.4.
All autodoc directives support the noindex flag option that has the same effect as for standard function etc. directives: no index entries are generated for the documented object (and all autodocumented members).
New in version 0.4.
Note
In an automodule directive with the members option set, only module members whose __module__ attribute is equal to the module name as given to automodule will be documented. This is to prevent documentation of imported classes or functions.
These work exactly like autoclass etc., but do not offer the options used for automatic member documentation.
Note
If you document decorated functions or methods, keep in mind that autodoc retrieves its docstrings by importing the module and inspecting the __doc__ attribute of the given function or method. That means that if a decorator replaces the decorated function with another, it must copy the original __doc__ to the new function.
From Python 2.5, functools.wraps() can be used to create well-behaved decorating functions.
There are also new config values that you can set:
This value (whose default is 0) can be used to skip an amount of lines in every module docstring that is processed by an automodule directive. This is provided because some projects like to put headings in the module docstring, which would then interfere with your sectioning, or automatic fields with version control tags, that you don’t want to put in the generated documentation.
Deprecated in version 0.4: Use the more versatile docstring processing provided by autodoc-process-docstring.
This value selects what content will be inserted into the main body of an autoclass directive. The possible values are:
New in version 0.3.
New in version 0.4.
autodoc provides the following additional event:
Emitted when autodoc has read and processed a docstring. lines is a list of strings – the lines of the processed docstring – that the event handler can modify in place to change what Sphinx puts into the output.
| Parameters: |
|
|---|
The sphinx.ext.autodoc module provides factory functions for commonly needed docstring processing:
Return a listener that removes the first pre and last post lines of every docstring. If what is a sequence of strings, only docstrings of a type in what will be processed.
Use like this (e.g. in the setup() function of conf.py):
from sphinx.ext.autodoc import cut_lines
app.connect('autodoc-process-docstring', cut_lines(4, what=['module']))
This can (and should) be used in place of automodule_skip_lines.
Return a listener that only keeps lines between lines that match the marker regular expression. If no line matches, the resulting docstring would be empty, so no change will be made unless keepempty is true.
If what is a sequence of strings, only docstrings of a type in what will be processed.


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ctrlCommEdit
(controller in module tri
)
Provides the edit infrastructure to edit a Data Object using the Table object to derive the fields (columns) to edit. The standard edit controller functionality includes:
Many of the function calls are forwarded to an appropriate service and where applicable the return value is returned.
ctrlCommEdit($scope, servSess, servREC, servCRUD);
Creates a new property key for a 'property' type column.
This call is forwarded to servREC.addProperty with the addition of parameter current table props
object.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{Object}
– undefined
deprecated
This is an early version of accessing custom functions from the .HTML files. This has been replaced for the most part by adding more flexibility to the column definitions and automatically linking functions contained in those definitions into the current $scope.
fn – {Function} –
function to call
oObj – {Object} –
The Data Object passed to fn
x – {Object} –
a custom object passed to `fn'
Forwards a User initiated 'cancel' request.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.editCancel.
Forwards a User initiated 'save' request.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.editSave.
Used to provide a series of class types 'C1', 'C2', ... 'Cn' based on whether a column is shown in the list.
This value is typically used with ng-class and then referenced in the .CSS style sheets.
This provides a convenient way to format HTML table columns (
) and their header (
).
ix – {number} –
index of column
oCol – {Object} –
dynamic Col object
This returns either 'c-quiet' or 'c-action'. It is used to enable/disable links used by the edit controller.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.getDirtyClass and returns the value obtained thereby.
{string}
– value returned by servCRUD.getDirtyClass
This returns the type of 'Save' message that should be displayed.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.getDirtyMsg and returns the value obtained thereby.
{string}
– value returned by servCRUD.getDirtyMsg
Returns the mode of the editor ("Edit" or 'Create').
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.getEditType and and returns the value obtained thereby.
{String}
– value returned by servCRUD.getEditType
An array of method objects used to insert into onclick attributes of dynamically built link elements.
This call is forwarded to servREC.getMethods and returns the value obtained thereby.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{Object[]}
– the collection of method objects returned by servREC.getMethods
This returns the model name for a given column.
This call is forwarded to servREC.getModFld and returns the value obtained thereby.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{string}
– value returned by servREC.getModFld
This returns an array of key/value pairs for a column of type 'property'
This call is forwarded to servREC.getProperties and returns the value obtained thereby.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{Object[]}
– value returned by servREC.getProperties
Returns the array of Col that belong to oSchema.base
and match sType
.
This call is forwarded to servREC.getSubCols with the addition of parameter $scope
and returns the value obtained thereby.
schema – {Object} –
The related sub-schema to use.
sType – {string} –
the column type to extract
{Object[]}
– the collection of Col objects returned by servREC.getSubCols
Returns the array of Data Object rows within oObj
that belong to oSchema.base
.
This call is forwarded to servREC.getSubRows with the addition of parameter $scope
and returns the value obtained thereby.
oObj – {Object} –
The Data Object containing the rows.
oSchema – {Object} –
The related sub-schema to use.
{Object[]}
– value returned by servREC.getSubRows
This returns the properties props
object of current dynamic dynamic Table object.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.getTabProp and returns the value obtained thereby.
{Object}
– Properties object of current (oTAB) object. oTAB is set to null.
This returns an array of Col objects whose type
column match 'type'
This call is forwarded to servREC.getTableCols and returns the value obtained thereby.
type – {string} –
The column type to retrieve
{Object[]}
– value returned by servREC.getTableCols
Returns whether an edit error message exists.
{Boolean}
– whether sEditErr is null (false
) else true
Returns whether a valid session exists. ie. The User is properly logged in and validated.
This call is forwarded to servSess.hasSession and returns the value obtained thereby.
{Boolean}
– the value returned by servSess.hasSession
Returns whether the system edit controller is active and in Dialog mode.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.inDlgEdit and and returns the value obtained thereby.
{Boolean}
– true
if edit controller is active and in Dialog mode
Returns whether the system edit controller is active.
This call is forwarded to servCRUD.inEdit and and returns the value obtained thereby.
{Boolean}
– true
if edit controller is active
Used to mark an <input>
control as 'readonly' and prevent updates to that field.
If oCol.type
is 'virt' 'true' is returned
If oCol.readonly
evaluates to true
'true' is returned
Otherwise 'false' is returned
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{string}
– 'true' or 'false' depending on whether oCol
is deemed 'readonly'
Returns whether sect
section matches the current section.
This call is forwarded to servSess.isSect and returns the value obtained thereby.
sect – {string} –
value to match against
{Boolean}
– the value returned by servSess.isSect
Used to provide <select>
controls with potential values computed from a related `Table'
If oCol.oneof
exists 'true' is returned
Otherwise 'false' is returned
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{string}
– 'true' or 'false' depending on whether oCol
contains 'oneOf'
Returns whether a column contains a computed value or is marked as type 'virt'.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{Boolean}
– true
if oCol.type
== 'virt' else false
Removes a property key from a 'property' type column.
This call is forwarded to servREC.removeProperty with the addition of parameter current table props
object.
oCol – {Object} –
The dynamic Col object
{Object}
– undefined
This is used in the sub-edit mode sub-list functionality.
This call is forwarded to servREC.showListCol and the {Boolean} result returned as a {string}.
oCol – {Object} –
Col object to test
{string}
– 'true' if column should be shown else 'false'
This sets a new Table
context for the edit controller while in sub-edit mode.
This call is forwarded to servSess.useTable with the insertion of the $scope
variable and returns the value obtained thereby.
table – {Object} –
table name (title) to find
sel – {string} –
previous/default selection (filter) context
{Boolean}
– the value returned by servSess.useTable
Value holding pointer to Data Object being edited. Allows the AngularJS ng-model statement bi-directional access to the column data values
Value holding pointer to the sub-object of Data Object being edited. Allows the AngularJS ng-model statement bi-directional access to the column data values of the sub-object. Refer to Deps.js as an example.
Holds the text of any error condition that may have been detected during the validation cycle.


Class: c3.Table
| Defined in: | js/c3-table.coffee |
| Inherits: | c3.Base |
Overview
A visualization of data using HTML tables.
Like other c3 visualizations, call redraw()
to update the table when the data
array is changed and call restyle()
to update the table when styles or classes
in the various options are changed. If the set of columns
is changed, then please call render()
to update the table; this flow has not been
tested yet, but I can fix any issues that come up if this is needed.
Events
- select - Triggered when a row is selected/unselected. The event is called with an argument: single select tables are passed with their selection while multi select tables are passed with an array of the selections. Selections are references to items in the data array.
- match - Triggered when a search is performed. The event is called with the search string, the datum for the row, and the row index. If there was no match, the datum and index will be
null
.
Extensibility
The following members are created which represent c3.Selection's:
- table - The HTML
table
- header - The HTML table
thead
header - headers - The individual
th
headers in the header row - body - The HTML table
tbody
body - rows - The HTML table
tr
rows - cells - The HTML table
td
cells
The following additional members are also created:
- selections - [Array] The current table selections. Items point to entries in the table's
data
array.
Variables Summary
- version =
-
0.1
- type =
-
'table'
- data =
-
[]
[Array] Array of data for the table to visualize. Each element that is defined would be a seperate row in the table.
- key =
-
undefined
[Function] An optional callback to describe a unique key for each data element. These may be used to affect performance when updating the dataset and for animations.
- filter =
-
undefined
[Function] A callback to define if data elements should be included in the table or not. For example, this could be set to a function that returns true for data elements with some non-zero value to cause elements with a zero value to not be included in the table.
- columns =
-
[]
[Array
] An array of column objects which describe how to construct the table. Column objects can contain the following members: - header [c3.Selection.Options] Options to describe the header contents, styles, events, etc. Use
text
orhtml
to define the content for the header. - cells [c3.Selection.Options] Options to describe the cell contents, styles, events, etc. Use
text
orhtml
to define the cell contents. - sortable [Boolean] - Boolean to define if the counter should be user-sortable by clicking on the header.
- value [Function] - A callback to get the value of the cell for sorting or visualization.
- sort [Function] - A callback to get the value for sorting, if different then
value
; also setssortable
to true. - sort_ascending [Boolean] - Sort the rows based on ascending value instead of descending.
- vis [String] Optional type of visualization for the value of the cells in this column. Options include:
- bar - The value is represented as a horizontal bar across the cell underlying the content html. The bars may be styled using _visoptions.styles.
- total_value [Number, Function] - Some visualizations, such as bar, show their values relative to some total value. This number or callback provides for that value. If not set, the default is to use the sum of values for all the cells in the column.
- vis_options [c3.Selection.Options] Options that may be used by value visualizations. Using the Table-level vis_options should perform better than column-specific options.
- header [c3.Selection.Options] Options to describe the header contents, styles, events, etc. Use
- selectable =
-
false
[Boolean] Are the table rows selectable
- sortable =
-
false
[Boolean, String] True for the table rows to be selectable or a string with possible values:
- single - A single row can be selected
- multi - Multiple rows can be selected
- sort_column =
-
undefined
[{c3.Table.Column}] The column currently used for sorting
- limit_rows =
-
undefined
[Number] Limit the number of table rows to the top N
- pagination =
-
false
[Boolean, Number] Page between multiple pages, each the size of
limit_rows
. Set totrue
to enable or to the page number you would like to display. This will be set to the currently active page number. The pagination footer will only render if there is more than one page. - max_pages_in_paginator =
-
9
[Number] Maximum number of pages to show at a time in the footer pagination selection. Minimum value is
3
. - searchable =
-
false
[Boolean, Function] Set to enable searching in the footer. If set to
true
, then the content of all columns will be searched. Otherwise, it can be set to an accessor function that will be called with the row data and index. This function should return the string content of the row to be used for searching. If a match is found the current page is changed so the found row is visible. Thematch
event will be triggered with the search string used. If a match was found the second and third arguments will be the row data and index of the match, otherwise they will benull
. The user may use regular expressions in their search string. - searchable_if_not_paginated =
-
true
[Boolean] Allow table to be searchable even if it isn't paginated
- table_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the
table
node. - table_header_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
thead
header. - header_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
th
headers. Callbacks are called with two arguments: The first is the column object and the second is the column index. -
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
caption
footer used for pagination. - table_body_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
tbody
. - row_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
tr
rows. Callbacks are called with two arguments. The first is the data element, the second is the row index.A
column_options
options could be created usingcol
to specify options for each column instead of manually specifying in each column object incolumns
. If this is needed, just let me know. - cell_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for the table
td
cells. Callbacks are called with three arguments. The first is the data element, the second is the column index, and the third is the row index. - vis_options =
-
undefined
[c3.Selection.Options] Options for any
vis
visualizations, such as inline bar charts. Callbacks are called with the first argument as the data element, the second as the column index, and the third as the row index.
Variable inherited from c3.Base
anchor height width anchor_styles handlers
Class Method Summary
- . (Array) set_select(set, item, multi_select) Helper logic for selecting an item in a multiple-select list with a click or ctrl-click
Instance Method Summary
- # (void) _init() Bound
- # (void) _update_headers() Bound
- # (void) _update(origin) Bound
- # (void) _style(style_new) Bound
- # (void) sort(column, ascending) Bound Sort the table
- # (void) highlight(selections = @selections) Bound Update the visual selection in the table without triggering selection event
- # (void) select(selections = @selections) Bound Select items in the table and trigger the selection event
Inherited Method Summary
Methods inherited from
c3.Base
#render #resize #redraw #restyle #init #_prep #_init #size #_size #update #_update #draw #_draw #style #_style
Class Method Details
.
(Array)
set_select(set, item, multi_select)
Helper logic for selecting an item in a multiple-select list with a click or ctrl-click
Constructor Details
#
(void)
constructor()
Instance Method Details
#
(void)
_init()
Bound
#
(void)
_update_headers()
Bound
#
(void)
_update(origin)
Bound
#
(void)
_style(style_new)
Bound
#
(void)
sort(column, ascending)
Bound
Sort the table
#
(void)
highlight(selections = @selections)
Bound
Update the visual selection in the table without triggering selection event
#
(void)
select(selections = @selections)
Bound
Select items in the table and trigger the selection event


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Syntax:
with-accessors (slot-entry*) instance-form declaration* form*
=> result*
slot-entry::= (variable-name accessor-name)
Arguments and Values:
variable-name---a variable name; not evaluated.
accessor-name---a function name; not evaluated.
instance-form---a form; evaluated.
declaration---a declare expression; not evaluated.
forms---an implicit progn.
results---the values returned by the forms.
Description:
Creates a lexical environment in which the slots specified by slot-entry are lexically available through their accessors as if they were variables. The macro with-accessors invokes the appropriate accessors to access the slots specified by slot-entry. Both setf and setq can be used to set the value of the slot.
Examples:
(defclass thing () ((x :initarg :x :accessor thing-x) (y :initarg :y :accessor thing-y))) => #<STANDARD-CLASS THING 250020173> (defmethod (setf thing-x) :before (new-x (thing thing)) (format t "~&Changing X from ~D to ~D in ~S.~%" (thing-x thing) new-x thing)) (setq thing1 (make-instance 'thing :x 1 :y 2)) => #<THING 43135676> (setq thing2 (make-instance 'thing :x 7 :y 8)) => #<THING 43147374> (with-accessors ((x1 thing-x) (y1 thing-y)) thing1 (with-accessors ((x2 thing-x) (y2 thing-y)) thing2 (list (list x1 (thing-x thing1) y1 (thing-y thing1) x2 (thing-x thing2) y2 (thing-y thing2)) (setq x1 (+ y1 x2)) (list x1 (thing-x thing1) y1 (thing-y thing1) x2 (thing-x thing2) y2 (thing-y thing2)) (setf (thing-x thing2) (list x1)) (list x1 (thing-x thing1) y1 (thing-y thing1) x2 (thing-x thing2) y2 (thing-y thing2))))) >> Changing X from 1 to 9 in #<THING 43135676>. >> Changing X from 7 to (9) in #<THING 43147374>. => ((1 1 2 2 7 7 8 8) 9 (9 9 2 2 7 7 8 8) (9) (9 9 2 2 (9) (9) 8 8))
Affected By:
Exceptional Situations:
The consequences are undefined if any accessor-name is not the name of an accessor for the instance.
See Also:
Notes:
A with-accessors expression of the form:
(with-accessors (slot-entry1 ... slot-entryn) instance-form form1 ... formk)
expands into the equivalent of
(let ((in instance-form)) (symbol-macrolet (Q1 ... Qn) form1 ... formk))
where Qi is
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CUBE
Reviewed by Harvey Karten, Ph.D. Trimark/ Cube Libre Director: Vincenzo Natali Writer: Vincenzo Natali, Andre Bijelic, Graeme Manson Cast: Nicole deBoer, Nicky Guadagni, Wayne Robson, Maurice Dean Wint
In his existentialist work "No Exit"--which may have been the inspiration for "Cube"--playwright Jean-Paul Sartre conveys the theme that "Hell is other people." In that drama first produced in 1944, a valet brings three characters into an elegant, windowless room. Each is dead and will spend eternity with the others. Each has a distinct character--a cowardly womanizer; a socialite adultress; a jealous lesbian. Each is thwarted and held in check by the others. While "No Exit" may not be the great play which some consider it, it was a thematic breakthrough in its time.
The subject is no longer a new one though there is room for an imaginative film team to cast an engaging production. "Cube" is not such a creation. The claustrophobic film is inhabited by six uninteresting individuals who'd have you climbing the walls in 90 minutes, much less an Sartrian eternity, and in fact the movie provides its own evidence of this.
In Vincenzo Natali's concept, six people inexplicably find themselves imprisoned in a set of cubes, a diabolical construction designed to test their ingenuity and, more important, their teamwork in calculating an escape. With their minds curiously concentrated, would they be capable of working together, or would their conflicting personalities drive them further to a slow death by starvation and thirst? To raise the ante, the cubes are booby-trapped. While moving from one unit to another, the reluctant tenants could be eviscerated by a score of knives, sent tumbling down a bottomless pit, or severely burned. By pooling their natural talents, however, the six could conceivably make successful departures into the sunlight.
The actors are bogged down with melodramatic posturings excessive to the point of caricature. Quentin (Maurice Dean Wint), in particular, owns a pair of eyes whose very gaze would strike terror in the heart of a lion, but his fiery look is so fixed throughout the narrative that it becomes laughable. Wint plays the role of a cop and therefore a natural leader, but one whose hostilities are so rampant that he is unable to contribute constructively to the group. He is irritated particularly by Holloway (Nicky Guadagni), a doctor at a free clinic whose liberal views consign her, in the cop's vision, as a bleeding heart. Firing off a stream of invectives, he informs her that she and her family would not even be alive if it were not for the ruthless actions of the police forces. Politically separated, the two become instant enemies, with Quentin labeled by others in the group as a Nazi.
Those who contribute to the group's survival include Leaven (Nicole de Boer), a mathematical genius who, like Max Cohen in Darren Aronofsky's movie "Pi" believes there's a pattern to everything. As Worth, David Hewlett feels some guilt that he has unwittingly contributed to the building of the Picasso-like prison, and at first resigns himself to dying therein as he feels he has no purpose in life. Rennes (Wayne Robson) uses his skill as a man who has escaped from prison seven times while Kazan (Andrew Miller), an autistic young man, surprises the group with his savant calculations.
Its lame dialogue and flat plot notwithstanding, "Cube" does enjoy superior special effects for a low-budget job, chief of which is an opening scene of a man whose body falls apart into neat slices and tumbles to the floor without a whimper. The physical layout is impressive: a progression of cubes of varying colors which Rubik would have a tough time negotiating and whose perils are represented in part by sinister colors, with red as the most intimidating.
With all its limitations, Mr. Natali's production heralds good contributions in the future if he can more closely model himself after horror-master David Cronenberg. No other director can touch Cronenberg's portrayal of the intensity of human frailty and decay: the technique of giving corporeality to anger, disease, dread and hope with films like "Dead Zone" (about a man able to see the end of life in anyone he touches), "Videodrome" (which depicts how films and TV alter our notions of reality), and "The Fly" (a screwball romance about the kinship of freaks with the rest of us). "The Cube," by contrast," merely puzzles.
Not Rated. Running time: 90 minutes. (C) Harvey Karten 1998
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