Welcome to pypillometry!¶
This package implements functions for the analysis of pupillometric data. Features include preprocessing, blink handling, event-related pupil-dilation, plotting and signal modeling.
Github-repository: https://github.com/ihrke/pypillometry
Homepage/Documentation: http://ihrke.github.com/pypillometry
The project is maintained by Matthias Mittner<EMAIL_ADDRESS>To report a bug or recommend a new feature, please use github’s issue tracker.
For more details about how to contribute, please see the contribution-section in the documentation.
Documentation¶
Tutorials/Example Notebooks¶
These examples are available as executable Jupyter Notebooks from the Github repository (the files ending in .ipynb). The link to the notebook files is given at the end of each page.
Each Notebook comes with a link that looks like this:
When clicking on this link, the notebook will open in an interactive session in your browser without the need to install pypillometry
at all.


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When you stop to think about it, there are only (24 * 7=)168 hours in a week. If you sleep 8 hours a night or so that’s (8 * 7=)56 sleeping hours for a total of (168-56=)112 waking hours per week.
What do you do with those 112 hours? The difference between King Tut and last year’s Darwin Award winner is how they spend that 112 hours.
If you have a job, you probably work about 40 hours a week. You might work 20 - 80 hours, but 40 is a nice round average we can work with. Supposing you work 40 hours a week, you still have (112-40=)72 hours per week to play with. Family, school, church, hobbies, sports, TV, Facebook, napping, shopping, commuting, cooking, traveling, washing dishes, and perhaps downtime occupies 72 hours; almost double a work week at a full time job.
The 168 Hour Time Budget is all about taking control of that time.


Next-Gen Nissan Armada / Patrol Confirmed By Design Boss
But we won't be seeing one soon.
by Jacob OlivaIn September, Nissan has released a refreshed version of the Patrol (pictured here), also known as the Armada in the U.S. This version of the full-size SUV is slated for 2020 model year and went on sale in the Middle East the same month.
Little did we know, that version of the Y62 Patrol would be the behemoth's swan song. According to Australia's CarSales, Nissan's design boss Alfonso Albaisa has confirmed that the Japanese automaker's design team has already begun working on a number of high-profile Nissan vehicles. One of them is the Nissan Patrol.
Gallery: 2020 Nissan Patrol
"We have the Nissan Patrol. It’s one of the oldest names in the world. It is 70 years old. It is one of the longest-lasting names. This is going to come our way and what an honor to do that," said Albaisa, speaking to CarSales.
However, Albaisa didn't provide any date for the launch of the next-generation Patrol. But considering that Albaisa's team is only at the first stage of development, it might take two to three years before we see one, more so, in the metal.
Our Version Of The Tough & Bulletproof SUV:
The current Nissan Patrol / Armada is reaching its 10th year in 2020, with its initial version coming out in 2010. Be that as it may, Nissan has done a great deal of work in its recent update, giving the SUV more premium features, technology, and aesthetic upgrades. We're still gushing over those quilted seats, really.
With that said, expect the upcoming next-generation to be on the same level as the latest Y62 Patrol in terms of design execution and technology, if not better. CarSales also mentioned in their report that the next Patrol will be developed with the next Mitsubishi Pajero. But then again, let's all take that with a grain of salt.
Source: CarSales


RUNNING FOR BOGOTA A film review by Steve Rhodes Copyright 1999 Steve Rhodes RATING (0 TO ****): * 1/2
"They say that times change things, but actually you have to change them yourselves." -- Andy Wahrhol in the opening credits
As is well reported, Colombia is a country suffering from a wide variety of problems with the best known being the presence of the drug cartels. Director Odile Isralson's RUNNING FOR BOGOTA is a handsomely shot documentary about 2 political neophytes, both running for the Colombian Congress in 1998. One, Claudia Vasquez, is a businesswoman, and the other, Leonor Gonzalez Mina, is a popular actress and singer known as "La Negra Grande de Columbia."
The documentary consists of a series of interviews with each during their campaigns. Interspersed with these is a collection of people in the street interviews. The gist of the latter is that the people no longer trust their politicians to do what they promise. The remarkable impression that the documentary gives you is that this will no longer be a problem since these two women promise almost nothing. They run issue-free campaigns and do not appear to be running against anyone.
Both candidates talk incessantly about why they are entering politics, with self-actualization appearing to be high on the list. Although there are references to "fighting for the people," what they are fighting for what is rarely mentioned. A few times each of them comes out foursquare against crime and murder, who wouldn't, but they never say what they would do to reduce the rate of either. They are also "concerned about children" -- aren't we all?
The film has a middle and a brief ending, but the necessary introduction is truncated to a few textual visuals about the large number of Colombians who have fled the country or been murdered. Which parties are these women running as part of and what are their beliefs? We never really find out. Is the documentary meant as an indictment of the lack of relevance in politics, as seems unlikely, or is it just a confusing paean to the determination of two political novices to save their country?
Having several Colombian friends, I was looking forward to this film as a way to learn more about the country and its politics. I learned little other than the fact that people in other countries can run campaigns in which they do not give the voters a clue as to what their policies will be and still get elected.
RUNNING FOR BOGOTA runs 51 minutes. The film is in Spanish with English subtitles and in English. It is not rated but would be PG for mature themes and would be fine for kids old enough to be interested.
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Replication can improve scalability and delivered quality only for the replicated content and those clients that reside close to a mirror server. However, in the presence of "locality of reference" among requested streams by a group of clients, a local multimedia proxy cache can effectively reduce load on the network/server by caching popular streams with appropriate quality and replaying the streams from the cache upon subsequent requests. Similar to Web caching, MCaching can accommodate scalability. Furthermore, MCaching can maximize delivered quality to its associated clients and allows them to perform VCR-functions more interactively. Multimedia objects are several orders of magnitude larger than typical Web objects. To achieve high performance, it is crucial to limit the quality (and thus the size) of the cached streams to the level that can be pipelined to interested clients. e.g. if clients have only 1 Mbps bandwidth, there is no benefit in caching a 5 Mbps version of a popular stream among these clients. By adjusting quality of cached stream, the proxy can caches more streams and improves its performance with minimum degradation of delivered quality.
Notion of quality of cached streams adds a new dimension to MCaching
that does not exist in Web Caching. As a result, both design and
evaluations
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So, what's this all about - VIRTUAL PRIVATE NETWORKS (VPN’s) are a common way to connect remotely to a network in a secure fashion. A VPN creates a private network connection over the Internet to connect remote sites or users to the private network. Security is accomplished by encrypting all the transmissions.
A VPN allows a remote user to have network access, just as if it was local to the network as if the user were local, but it also makes the connection secure. Since most organizations have many employees traveling and working from home, remote network access has become an important security concern. Users want access & administrators want security - VPN provides both. To accomplish this purpose, the VPN must emulate a direct network connection. This means it must provide both the same level of access & security as a direct connection. To emulate a dedicated point to point link, data is encapsulated or wrapped, with a header that provides routing information allowing it to transmit across the internet to reach its destination. This creates a virtual network connection between two points. The data being sent is also encrypted, making the virtual network - private.
A VPN do not require a separate technology or direct cabling. It is a virtual private network, which means it can use existing connections to provide a secure connection. In most cases it is used through normal internet connections.
A variety of methods are available for connecting one computer to another. Once upon a time, it was common to dial up to an ISP via a phone modem. Nowadays, cable modems, cellular devices, and other mechanisms are common: - not inherently secure. Any data that is sent back & forth is unencrypted - anyone can use a packet sniffer to intercept & view the data, and neither end is authenticated. This means we cannot be completely certain - who we are really sending data to or receiving from - VPN provides answers to all these issues.
The arrangement is generally acceptable for an ISP. The customers connecting simply want a channel to the Internet and do not need to connect directly or securely to a specific network. However, the setup is inadequate for remote users that attempt to connect to an organization's network.
In such cases - the private & secure connection that a VPN provides is critical.
Individual remote users are not only the users of VPN technology. Many larger organizations have offices in various locations. Achieving reliable and secure site to site connectivity for such organizations is an important issue. The various branch offices must be connected to the central corporate network through tunnels that transport traffic over the Internet.
Using VPN technology for the site to site connectivity enables a branch office with multiple links to move away from an expensive, dedicated data lines to simply utilize existing Internet connections.
There are various ways to achieve the encryption needs of a VPN. Certain network protocols are frequently used for VPN 's.
The two most commonly used protocols for this purpose are -
1.POINT TO POINT TUNNELLING PROTOCOL (PPTP)
2. LAYER 2 TUNNELLING PROTOCOL (L2TP)
But will talk about them in detail perhaps in another blog.
Till then stay home, stay safe and always remember - "One single Vulnerability is all an attacker needs "


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Seizing saidin, Rand channeled, wove flows of Air that snatched Natael up from the cushions; the gilded harp tumbled to the dark red tiles as the man was pinned against the wall, immobile from neck to ankles and his feet half a pace above the floor. “I’ve warned you! Never channel when anyone else is around. Never!”
Natael tilted his head in that peculiar way he had, as if trying to look at Rand sideways, or watch without being noticed. “If she had seen, she would have thought it was you.” There was no apology in his voice, no diffidence, but no challenge either; he seemed to think he was offering a reasonable explanation. “Besides, you looked thirsty. A court-bard should look after his lord’s needs.” That was one of the small conceits he surrounded himself with; if Rand was the Lord Dragon, then he himself must be a court-bard, not a simple gleeman.
Feeling disgusted with himself as much as angry at the man, Rand unraveled the weave and let him drop. Manhandling him was like picking a fight with a boy of ten. He could not see the shield that constricted the other man’s access to saidin—it was female work—but he knew it was there. Moving a goblet was about the extent of Natael’s ability, now. Luckily the shield had been hidden from female eyes, too. Natael called the trick “inverting”; he did not seem able to explain it, though. “And if she’d seen my face and was suspicious? I was as startled as if that goblet had flown at me by itself!” He stuck his pipe back between his teeth and sent up furious streams of smoke.
“She still wouldn’t suspect.” Settling back onto the cushions, the other man took up the harp again, strumming a line of music that had a devious sound. “How could anyone suspect? I do not entirely believe the situation myself.” If there was even a touch of bitterness in his voice, Rand could not detect it.
He was not entirely sure he believed it either, though he had worked hard enough for it.  Asmodean.
Idly playing the harp, Asmodean did not look like one of the dreaded Forsaken. He was even moderately handsome; Rand supposed he would be attractive to women. It often seemed strange that evil had left no outward mark. He was one of the Forsaken, and far from trying to kill him, Rand hid what he was from Moiraine and everyone else. He needed a teacher.
If what was true for the women Aes Sedai called “wilders” also held for men, he had only one chance in four of surviving the attempt to learn to use the Power on his own. That was discounting the madness. His teacher had to be a man; Moiraine and others had told him often enough that a bird could not teach a fish to fly, nor a fish a bird to swim. And his teacher had to be someone experienced, someone who already knew all the things he needed to learn. With Aes Sedai gentling men who could channel as soon as they were found—and fewer were found every year—that left small choices. A man who had simply discovered he could channel would know no more than he did. A false Dragon who could channel—if Rand could find one not already caught and gentled—would not be likely to give up his own dreams of glory for another claiming to be the Dragon Reborn. What remained, what Rand had lured to him, was one of the Forsaken.
Asmodean plucked random chords as Rand took a seat on a cushion facing him. It was well to remember that the man had not changed, not inside, from the day so long ago when he had pledged his soul to the Shadow. What he did now, he did under duress; he had not come to the Light. “Do you ever think of turning back, Natael?” He was always careful of the name; one breath of “Asmodean,” and Moiraine would be sure he had gone over to the Shadow. Moiraine and maybe others. Neither he nor Asmodean might survive that.
The man’s hands froze on the strings, his face utterly blank. “Turn back? Demandred, Rahvin, any of them would kill me on sight, now. If I was lucky. Except Lanfear perhaps, and you will understand if don’t want to put her to the test. Semirhage could make a boulder beg for mercy and thank her for death. And as for the Great Lord—”
“The Dark One,” Rand broke in sharply around his pipestem. The Great Lord of the Dark was what Darkfriends called the Dark One. Darkfriends and the Forsaken.
Asmodean bowed his head briefly in acquiescence. “When the Dark One breaks free . . . ” If his face had been expressionless before, now it was bleak in every line. “Suffice it to say that I will find Semirhage and give myself to her before I’ll face the—the Dark One’s punishment for betrayal.”
“As well you are here to teach me, then.”
Mournful music began to flow from the harp, speaking of loss and tears. “The March of Death,” Asmodean said over the music, “the final movement of The Grand Passions Cycle, composed some three hundred years before the War of Power by—”
Rand cut him off. “You are not teaching me very well.”
“As well as may be expected, under the circumstances. You can grasp saidin every time you try, now, and tell one flow from another. You can shield yourself, and the Power does what you want it to.” He stopped playing and frowned, not looking at Rand. “Do you think Lanfear really intended me to teach you everything? If she had wanted that, she would have contrived to stay close so she could link us.  Rand snapped, but Asmodean did not seem to hear.
“If you planned this between you—trapping me—” Rand sensed a surge in Asmodean, as if the Forsaken were testing the shield Lanfear had woven around him; women who could channel saw a glow surrounding another woman who had embraced saidar and felt her channeling clearly, but he never saw anything around Asmodean and felt little.  I’ve told you I am not a very good teacher, especially without a link. You did plan it between you, didn’t you?” He did look at Rand then, sidelong but still intent. “How much do you remember? Of being Lews Therin, I mean. She said you recalled nothing at all, but she could lie to the Gr—the Dark One himself.”
“This time she spoke the truth.” Seating himself on one of the cushions, Rand channeled one of the clan chiefs’ untouched silver goblets to him. Even such a brief touch of saidin was exhilarating—and fouling. And hard to release. He did not want to talk about Lews Therin; he was tired of people thinking he was Lews Therin. The bowl of his pipe had grown hot with all the puffing, so he held it by the stem and gestured with it. “If linking will help you teach me, why don’t we link?”
Asmodean looked at him as if he had asked why they did not eat rocks, then shook his head. “I continually forget how much you don’t know. You and I cannot. Not without a woman to join us. You could ask Moiraine, I suppose, or the girl Egwene. One of them might be able to reason out the method. So long as you don’t mind them finding out who I am.”
“Don’t lie to me, Natael,” Rand growled. Well before meeting Natael he had learned that a man’s channeling and a woman’s were as different as men and women themselves, but he took little the man said on trust. “I’ve heard Egwene and others talk about Aes Sedai linking their powers. If they can do it, why not you and I?”
“Because we can’t.” Exasperation filled Asmodean’s tone. “Ask a philosopher if you want to know why. Why can’t dogs fly? Perhaps in the grand scheme of the Pattern, it’s a balance for men being stronger. We cannot link without them, but they can without us. Up to thirteen of them can, anyway, a small mercy; after that, they need men to make the circle larger.”
Rand was sure he had caught a lie, this time. Moiraine said that in the Age of Legends men and women had been equally strong in the Power, and she could not lie. He said as much, adding, “The Five Powers are equal.”
“Earth, Fire, Air, Water, and Spirit.” Natael strummed a chord for each. “They are equal, true, and it is also true that what a man can do with one, a woman can also. In kind, at least. But that has nothing to do with men being stronger. What Moiraine believes to be truth, she tells as truth whether or not it is; one of a thousand weaknesses in those fool Oaths.” He played a bit of something that did indeed sound foolish. “Some women have stronger arms than some men, but in general it is the other way around. The same holds with strength in the Power, and in about the same proportion.”
Rand nodded slowly. It did make a kind of sense. Elayne and Egwene were considered two of the strongest women to train in the Tower for a thousand years or more, but he had tested himself against them once, and later Elayne had confessed that she felt like a kitten seized by a mastiff.
Asmodean was not finished. “If two women link, they do not double their strength—linking is not as simple as adding together the power of each—but if they are strong enough, they can match a man. And when they take the circle to thirteen, then you must be wary. Thirteen women who can barely channel could overpower most men, linked. The thirteen weakest women in the Tower could overpower you or any man, and barely breathe hard. I came across a saying in Arad Doman. ‘The more women there are about, the softer a wise man steps.’ It would not be bad to remember it.”
Rand shivered, thinking of a time when he had been among many more than thirteen Aes Sedai. Of course, most of them had not known who he was. If they had . . . If Egwene and Moiraine linked . . . He did not want to believe Egwene had gone that far toward the Tower and away from their friendship. Whatever she does, she does with her whole heart, and she’s becoming Aes Sedai. So is Elayne.
Swallowing half his wine did not completely wash the thought away. “What more can you tell me about the Forsaken?” It was a question he was sure he had asked a hundred times, but he always hoped there was a scrap more to dig out. Better than thinking about Moiraine and Egwene linking to . . .
“I have told everything I know.” Asmodean sighed heavily. “We were hardly close friends at the best. Do you believe I am holding back something? I don’t know where the others are, if that is what you want. Except Sammael, and you knew he’d taken Illian for his kingdom before I told you. Graendal was in Arad Doman for a time, but I expect she has gone now; she likes her comforts too well. I suspect Moghedien is or was in the west somewhere as well, but no one ever finds the Spider unless she wants to be found. Rahvin has a queen for one of his pets, but your guess is as good as mine as to what country she rules for him. And that is all I know that might help locate them.”
Rand had heard all that before; it seemed he had heard all Asmodean had to say of the Forsaken fifty times already. So often that at moments it seemed he had always known what the man was telling him. Some of it he almost wished he had never learned—what Semirhage found amusing, for instance—and some made no sense. Demandred had gone over to the Shadow because he envied Lews Therin Telamon? Rand could not imagine envying someone enough to do anything because of it, and surely not that. Asmodean claimed it had been the thought of immortality, of endless Ages of music, that seduced him; he claimed to have been a noted composer of music, before. Senseless. Yet in that mass of often blood-chilling knowledge might lie keys to surviving Tarmon Gai’don. Whatever he told Moiraine, he knew he would have to face them then, if not before. Emptying the goblet, he set it on the floor tiles. Wine would not wash out facts.
The bead curtain rattled, and he looked over his shoulder as gai’shain entered, white-robed and silent. While some began gathering up the food and drink that had been laid out for him and the chiefs, another, a man, carried a large silver tray to the table. On it were covered dishes, a silver cup, and two large, green-striped pottery pitchers. One would hold wine, the other water. A gai’shain woman brought in a gilded lamp, already lit, and set it beside the tray. Through the windows, the sky was beginning to take on the yellow-red of sunset; in the brief time between baking and freezing, the air actually felt comfortable.
Rand stood as the gai’shain departed, but did not follow immediately. “What do you think of my chances when the Last Battle comes, Natael?”
Asmodean hesitated in pulling red-and-blue striped wool blankets from behind his cushions and looked up at him, head tilted in that sideways manner of his. “You found . . . something . . . in the square the day we met here.”
“Forget that,” Rand said harshly. There had been two, not one. “I destroyed it, in any case.” He thought Asmodean’s shoulders slumped a trifle.
“Then the—Dark One—will consume you alive. As for me, I intend to open my veins the hour I know he is free. If I get the chance. A quick death is better than what I’ll find elsewhere.” He tossed the blankets aside and sat staring glumly at nothing. “Better than going mad, certainly. I’m as subject to that as you, now. You broke the bonds that protected me.” There was no bitterness in his voice; only hopelessness.
“What if there was another way to shield against the taint?” Rand demanded. “What if it could be removed somehow?
Asmodean’s barked laugh was utterly acid.  We are dead. Both of us. Dead! Are you too blind with pride to see it? Or just too thick-witted, you hopeless shepherd?”
Rand refused to be drawn. “Then why not go ahead and end it?” he asked in a tight voice. I wasn’t too blind to see what you and Lanfear were up to. I wasn’t too thick-witted to fool her and trap you. “If there’s no hope, no chance, not the smallest shred . . . then why are you still alive?”
Still not looking at him, Asmodean rubbed the side of his nose. “I once saw a man hanging from a cliff,” he said slowly. “The brink was crumbling under his fingers, and the only thing near enough to grasp was a tuft of grass, a few long blades with roots barely clinging to the rock. The only chance he had of climbing back up on the cliff. So he grabbed it.” His abrupt chuckle held no mirth. “He had to know it would pull free.”
“Did you save him?” Rand asked, but Asmodean did not answer.
As Rand started for the doorway, the sounds of “The March of Death” began again behind him.
The strings of beads fell together behind him, and the five Maidens who had been waiting in the wide, empty hall flowed easily to their feet from where they had been squatting on the pale blue tiles. They were all but one tall for women, though not for Aiel women.  The exception, a fiery redhead named Enaila, was no taller than Egwene, and extremely touchy about being so short. Like the clan chiefs’, their eyes were all blue or gray or green, and their hair, light brown or yellow or red, was cut short except for a tail at the nape of the neck. Full quivers balanced the long-bladed knives at their belts, and they wore cased horn bows on their backs. Each carried three or four short, long-bladed spears and a round, bull-hide buckler. Aiel women who did not want hearth and children had their own warrior society, Far Dareis Mai, the Maidens of the Spear.
He acknowledged them with a small bow, which made them smile; it was not an Aiel custom, at least not the way he had been taught to do it. “I see you, Adelin,” he said. “Where is Joinde? I thought she was with you earlier. Has she taken ill?”
“I see you, Rand al’Thor,” she replied. Her pale yellow hair seemed paler framing her sun-dark face, which had a fine white scar across one cheek. “In a way she has. She had been talking to herself all day, and not an hour ago, she went off to lay a bridal wreath at the feet of Garan, of the Jhirad Goshien.” Some of the others shook their heads; marrying meant giving up the spear. “Tomorrow is his last day as her gai’shain. Joinde is Black Rock Shaarad,” she added significantly. It was significant; marriages came frequently with men or women taken gai’shain, but very seldom between clans with blood feud, even blood feud in abeyance.
“It is an illness that spreads,” Enaila said heatedly. Her voice was usually as hot as her hair. “One or two Maidens make their bridal wreaths every day since we came to Rhuidean.”
Rand nodded with what he hoped they took for sympathy. It was his fault. If he told them, he wondered how many would still risk staying near him. All, probably; honor would hold them, and they had no more fear than the clan chiefs. At least it was only marriages, so far; even Maidens would think marrying better than what some had experienced. Maybe they would. “I will be ready to go in a moment,” he told them.
“We will wait with patience,” Adelin said. It hardly seemed patience; standing there, they all appeared poised on the edge of sudden movement.
It really did take him only a moment to do what he wanted, weave flows of Spirit and Fire into a box around the room and tie them so the weave held on its own. Anyone could go in or out—except a man who could channel. For himself or Asmodean walking through that doorway would be like walking through a wall of solid flame. He had discovered the weave—and that Asmodean, blocked, was too weak to channel through it—by accident. No one was likely to question the doings of a gleeman, but if someone did, Jasin Natael had simply chosen to sleep as far from Aiel as he could manage in Rhuidean. That was a choice that Hadnan Kadere’s drivers and guards, at least, could sympathize with. And this way Rand knew exactly where the man was of a night. The Maidens asked him no questions.
He turned away. The Maidens followed him, spread out and wary as if they expected an attack right there. Asmodean was still playing the lament.
Arms outstretched to either side, Mat Cauthon walked the wide white coping of the dry fountain, singing to the men who watched him in the fading light.
“We’ll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
and kiss the girls so they’ll not cry,
and toss the dice until we fly
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.”
The air felt cool after the day’s heat, and he thought briefly of buttoning up his fine green silk coat with the golden embroidery, but the drink the Aiel called oosquai had put a buzz in his head like giant flies, and the thought flittered away. The white stone figures of three women stood on a platform in the dusty basin, twenty feet tall and unclothed. Each had been made with one hand upraised, the other holding a huge stone jar tilted over her shoulder for water to pour from, but one was missing her head and upraised hand, and on another the jar was a shattered ruin.
“We’ll dance all night while the moon runs free,
and dandle the lasses upon our knee,
and then you’ll ride along with me,
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.”
“A fine song to be singing about death,” one of the wagon drivers shouted in a heavy Lugarder accent. Kadere’s men kept themselves in a tight knot apart from the Aielmen around the fountain; they were all tough, hard-faced men, but every one was sure any Aiel would slit his throat for a wrong glance. They were not far wrong. “I heard my old grandmother talk about Jak o’ the Shadows,” the big-eared Lugarder went on. “ ’Tisn’t right to sing about death that way.”
Mat muzzily considered the song he had been singing and grimaced. No one had heard “Dance with Jak o’ the Shadows” since Aldeshar fell; in his head, he could still hear the defiant song rising as the Golden Lions launched their last, futile charge at Artur Hawkwing’s encircling army. At least he had not been babbling it in the Old Tongue. He was not as juicy as he looked by half, but there had indeed been too many cups of oosquai.  Moiraine will pack me off to the Tower yet, if I’m not careful. At least it would get me out of the Waste and away from Rand. Maybe he was drunker than he thought, if he considered that a fair trade. He shifted to “Tinker in the Kitchen.”
“Tinker in the kitchen; with a job of work to do.
Mistress up above, slipping on a robe of blue.

Some of Kadere’s men joined in the song as he danced back to where he had begun. The Aiel did not; among them, men did not sing except for battle chants or laments for the slain, and neither did Maidens, except among themselves.
Two Aielmen were squatting on the coping, showing none of the effects of the oosquai they had consumed, unless their eyes were the faintest bit glassy. He would be glad to get back where light-colored eyes were a rarity; growing up, he had not seen anything but brown or black except on Rand.
A few pieces of wood—wormholed arms and legs from chairs—lay on the broad paving stones, in the area left open by the watchers. An empty red pottery crock lay beside the coping, as did another that still held oosquai, and a silver cup. The game was to take a drink, then try to hit a target thrown into the air with a knife. None of Kadere’s men and few of the Aiel would dice with him, not when he won as often as he did, and they did not play at cards. Knife throwing was supposed to be different, especially with oosquai added in. He had not won as often as he did with dice, but half a dozen worked gold cups and two bowls lay inside the basin beneath him, along with bracelets and necklaces set with rubies or moonstones or sapphires, and a scattering of coins as well. His flat-crowned hat and an odd spear with a black haft rested beside his winnings. Some of it was even Aiel made. They were more likely to pay for something with a piece of loot than with a coin.
Corman, one of the Aiel on the coping, looked up at him as he cut off singing.  “You are nearly as good with knives as you are with dice, Matrim Cauthon. Shall we call it an end? The light is failing.”
“There’s plenty of light.” Mat squinted at the sky; pale shadows covered everything here in the valley of Rhuidean, but the sky was still light enough to see against, at least. “My grandmother could make the throw in this. I could make it blindfolded.”
Jenric, the other squatting Aiel, peered around the onlookers. “Are there women here?” Built like a bear, he considered himself a wit. “The only time a man talks like that is when there are women to impress.” The Maidens scattered through the crowd laughed as hard as anyone else, and maybe harder.
“You think I can’t?” Mat muttered, ripping off the dark scarf he wore around his neck to hide the scar where he had once been hung. “Just you shout ‘now’ when you throw it up, Corman.” Hastily he tied the scarf around his eyes and drew one of his knives from his sleeve. The loudest sound was the watchers breathing. Not drunk? I’m juicier than a fiddler’s whelp. And yet, he suddenly felt his luck, felt that surge the way he did when he knew which spots would show before the dice stopped tumbling. It seemed to clear his head a little. “Throw it,” he murmured calmly.
“Now,” Corman called, and Mat’s arm whipped back, then forward.
In the stillness, the thunk of steel stabbing wood was as loud as the clatter of the target on the pavement.
No one said a word as he pulled the scarf back down around his neck.  Corman had tried to shave the odds, it appeared. Well, he had never specified the target. He suddenly realized he had not even made a wager.
Finally one of Kadere’s men half-shouted, “The Dark One’s own luck, that!”
“Luck is a horse to ride like any other,” Mat said to himself. No matter where it came from. Not that he knew where his luck came from; he only tried to ride it as best he could.
As quietly as he had spoken, Jenric frowned up at him. “What was that you said, Matrim Cauthon?”
Mat opened his mouth to repeat himself, then closed it again as the words came clear in his mind. Sene sovya caba’donde am dovienya. The Old Tongue. “Nothing,” he muttered. “Just talking to myself.” The onlookers were beginning to drift away. “I guess the light really is fading too much to go on.”
Corman put a foot on the piece of wood to wrench Mat’s knife free and brought it back to him. “Some time again maybe, Matrim Cauthon, some day.” That was the Aiel way of saying “never” when they did not want to say it right out.
Mat nodded as he slipped the blade back into one of the sheaths inside his sleeve; it was the same as the time he had rolled six sixes twenty-three times in a row. He could hardly blame them. Being lucky was not all it was made out. He noted with a bit of envy that neither Aiel staggered in the slightest as they joined the departing crowd.
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Mat sat down heavily on the coping. The memories that had once cluttered his head like raisins in a cake now blended with his own. In one part of his mind he knew he had been born in the Two Rivers twenty years before, but he could remember clearly leading the flanking attack that turned the Trollocs at Maighande, and dancing in the court of Tarmandewin, and a hundred other things, a thousand. Mostly battles. He remembered dying more times than he wanted to think of. No seams between lives anymore; he could not tell his memories from the others unless he concentrated.
Reaching behind him, he set his wide-brimmed hat on his head and fished the odd spear across his knees. Instead of an ordinary spearhead, it had what looked like a two-foot sword blade, marked with a pair of ravens. Lan said that that blade had been made with the One Power during the War of the Shadow, the War of the Power; the Warder claimed it would never need sharpening and never break. Mat thought he would not trust that unless he had to. It might have lasted three thousand years, but he had little trust of the Power. Cursive script ran along the black haft, punctuated at either end with another raven, inlaid in some metal even darker than the wood. In the Old Tongue, but he could read it now, of course.
Thus is our treaty written; thus is agreement made.
Thought is the arrow of time; memory never fades.
What was asked is given. The price is paid.
One way down the wide street, half a mile off, was a square that would have been called large in most cities. The Aiel traders were gone for the night, but their pavilions still stood, made of the same grayish brown wool used for Aiel tents. Hundreds of traders had come to Rhuidean from every part of the Waste, for the biggest fair the Aiel had ever seen, and more arrived every day. The traders had been among the first to actually start living in the city.
Mat did not really want to look the other way, toward the great plaza. He could make out the shapes of Kadere’s wagons, awaiting more loading tomorrow. What appeared to be a twisted redstone doorframe had been heaved into one that afternoon; Moiraine had taken particular care to see it lashed firmly in place just as she wanted.
He did not know what she knew of it—and he was not about to ask; better if she forgot he was alive, though small chance of that—but whatever she knew, he was sure he knew more. He had stepped through it, a fool looking for answers.  That, and dead. He tucked the scarf closer around his neck. And two other things. A silver foxhead medallion that he wore under his shirt, and the weapon across his knees. Small recompense. He ran his fingers lightly down the script. Memory never fades. They had a sense of humor fit for Aiel, those folk on the other side of that doorway.
“Can you do that every time?”
He jerked his head around to stare at the Maiden who had just sat down beside him. Tall even for an Aiel, maybe taller than he was, she had hair like spun gold and eyes the color of a clear morning sky. She was older than he, maybe by ten years, but that had never put him off. Then again, she was Far Dareis Mai.
“I am Melindhra,” she went on, “of the Jumai sept. Can you do that every time?”
She meant the knife throwing, he realized. She gave her sept, but no clan. Aiel never did that. Unless . . . She had to be one of the Shaido Maidens who had come to join Rand. He did not really understand all this about societies, but as for Shaido, he remembered them trying to stick spears in him too well. Couladin did not like anyone associated with Rand, and what Couladin hated, the Shaido hated. On the other hand, Melindhra had come here to Rhuidean. A Maiden. But she wore a small smile; her gaze held an inviting light.
“Most of the time,” he said truthfully. Even when he did not feel it, his luck was good; when he did, it was perfect. She chuckled, her smile widening, as if she thought he was boasting. Women seemed to make up their minds whether you were lying without looking at the evidence. On the other hand, if they liked you, they either did not care or else decided even the most outrageous lie was true.
Maidens could be dangerous, whatever their clan—any woman could; he had learned that on his own—but Melindhra’s eyes were definitely not just looking at him.
Dipping into his winnings, he pulled up a necklace of gold spirals, each centered on a deep blue sapphire, the largest as big as the joint of his thumb. He could remember a time—his own memory—when the smallest of those stones would have made him sweat.
“They’ll look pretty with your eyes,” he said, laying the heavy strand in her hands. He had never seen a Maiden wear baubles of any sort, but in his experience, every woman liked jewelry. Strangely, they liked flowers nearly as well. He did not understand it, but then, he was willing to admit that he understood women less than he did his luck, or what had happened on the other side of that twisted doorway.
“Very fine work,” she said, holding it up. “I accept your offer.” The necklace disappeared into her belt pouch, and she leaned over to push his hat back on his head. “Your eyes are pretty. Like dark polished catseye.” She twisted around to pull her feet up onto the coping and sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, studying him intently. “My spear sisters have told me about you.”
Mat pulled his hat back into place and watched her warily from under the brim. What had they told her? And what “offer”? It was only a necklace. The invitation was gone from her eyes; she looked like a cat studying a mouse. That was the trouble with Maidens of the Spear.
The street was emptying, the shadows deepening, but he recognized Rand slanting across down the way, pipe clenched between his teeth. He was the only man in Rhuidean likely to be walking with a fistful of Far Dareis Mai. They’re always around him, Mat thought.  Some men might have envied him that much at least. Not Mat. Not most of the time. If it had been a pack of girls like Isendre, now . . .
“Excuse me for a moment,” he told Melindhra hurriedly. Leaning his spear against the low wall around the fountain, he leaped up already running. His head still buzzed, but not so loudly as before, and he did not stagger. He had no worries about his winnings. The Aiel had very definite views of what was allowed: taking in a raid was one thing, theft another. Kadere’s men had learned to keep their hands in their pockets after one of them had been caught stealing. After a beating that left him striped from shoulders to heels, he had been sent away. The one water bag he had been allowed would not have been nearly enough for him to reach the Dragonwall, even if he had had any clothes on. Now Kadere’s men would not pick up a copper they found lying in the street.
“Rand?” The other man walked on with his encircling escort. “Rand?” Rand was not even ten paces away, but he did not waver. Some of the Maidens looked back, but not Rand. Mat felt cold suddenly, and it had nothing to do with the onset of night. He wet his lips and spoke again, not a shout. “Lews Therin.” And Rand turned around. Mat almost wished he had not.
For a time they only looked at one another in the twilight. Mat hesitated about going closer. He tried telling himself it was because of the Maidens. Adelin had been one of those who taught him a so-called game, Maidens’ Kiss, that he was never likely to forget; or play again, if he had any say in it. And he could feel Enaila’s gaze like an auger boring into his skull.
Rand, now. He and Rand had grown up together. They and Perrin, the blacksmith’s apprentice back in Emond’s Field, had hunted together, fished together, tramped through the Sand Hills to the edge of the Mountains of Mist, camped under the stars. Rand was his friend. Only now he was the kind of friend who might bash your head in without meaning to. Perrin could be dead, because of Rand.
He made himself walk to arm’s reach of the other man. Rand was nearly a head taller, and in the early-evening gloom he seemed taller yet. Colder than he had been. “I’ve been thinking, Rand.” Mat wished he did not sound hoarse. He hoped Rand would answer to his right name this time. “I’ve been away from home a long time.”
“We both have,” Rand said softly. “A long time.” Suddenly he gave a laugh, not loud, but almost like the old Rand.
Mat scratched his ear, grinning a bit. “Not that, exactly.” If he never saw the inside of another barn it would be too soon. “But I was thinking that when Kadere’s wagons go, I might go with them.”
Rand was silent. When he spoke again, the brief flash of mirth was gone. “All the way to Tar Valon?”
It was Mat’s turn to hesitate. He wouldn’t give me away to Moiraine. Would he? “Maybe,” he said casually. “I don’t know. That’s where Moiraine will want me. Maybe I’ll find a chance to get back to the Two Rivers. See if everything’s all right at home.” See if Perrin’s alive. See if my sisters are, and Mother and Da.
“We all have to do what we must, Mat. Not what we want to, very often. What we must.”
It sounded like an excuse, to Mat, as if Rand was asking him to understand. Only, he had done what he had to himself a few times. I can’t blame Perrin on him, not by himself.  Only that was not true, either. He had been forced. Just not by Rand. “You won’t—stop me leaving?”
“I don’t try to tell you to come or go, Mat,” Rand said wearily. “The Wheel weaves the Pattern, not me, and the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.”  Half turning; to go, Rand added, “Don’t trust Kadere, Mat. In some ways he’s about as dangerous a man as you ever met.  Then he was gone, down the street in the deepening dusk, with the Maidens around him like slinking wolves.
Mat stared after him. Trust the merchant? I wouldn’t trust Kadere if he was tied in a sack. So Rand did not weave the Pattern? He came close! Before ever any of them learned that the Prophecies had anything to do with them, they had learned that Rand was ta’veren, one of those rare individuals who, instead of being woven willy-nilly into the Pattern, instead forced the Pattern to shape itself around them. Mat knew about being ta’veren; he was one himself, though not as strong as Rand. Sometimes Rand could affect people’s lives, change the course of them, just by being in the same town. Perrin was ta’veren as well—or, maybe had been. Moiraine had thought it was significant, finding three young men who grew up in the same village, all destined to be ta’veren. She meant to fit them all into her plans, whatever they were.
It was supposed to be a grand thing; all the ta’veren Mat had been able to learn about had been men like Artur Hawkwing, or women like Mabriam en Shereed, who stories said had founded the Compact of the Ten Nations after the Breaking. But none of the stories told what happened when one ta’veren was close to another as strong as Rand. It was like being a leaf in a whirlpool.
Melindhra stopped beside him and handed him his spear and a heavy, coarse-woven sack that clinked. “I put your winnings in this for you.” She was taller than he was, by a good two inches. She glanced after Rand. “I had heard you were near-brother to Rand al’Thor.”
“In a manner of speaking,” he said dryly.
“It does not matter,” she said dismissively, and concentrated her gaze on him, fists on her hips. “You attracted my interest, Mat Cauthon, before you gave me a regard-gift. Not that I will give up the spear for you, of course, but I have had my eye on you for days. You have a smile like a boy about to do mischief. I like that. And those eyes.” In the failing light her grin was slow and wide. And warm. “I do like your eyes.”
Mat tugged his hat straight, though it had not been crooked. From pursuer to pursued, in the blink of an eye. It could happen like that, with Aiel women. Especially Maidens. “Does ’Daughter of the Nine Moons’ mean anything to you?” It was a question he asked women sometimes. The wrong answer would send him out of Rhuidean tonight if he had to try walking out of the Waste.
“Nothing,” she said. “But there are things I like to do by moonlight.”  In no time at all he was grinning even more widely than she.


General Rules
Do not commit code without green tests
Your commit message should be explicit and consistent with your committing code
Remember MEMO: Merge Early, Merge Often
Where's the Remote?
- Do not rewrite history on anything that has been pushed to a remote--even if it's not on the master branch.
In particular, I'm speaking about the git commit --amend/--squash
and git rebase
commands. People
might have already fetched it and maybe even merged it to another of their local branches. Those people
might not know commit X was supposed to have been changed somehow, and when they pull again, it'll
either be a broken commit or end up reverting whatever change was made.
Good Defaults
Default entries for .gitignore
*.DS_Store *~ .rvmrc .bundle Session.vim *.swp
Default entries for .gitignore for Rails
config/database.yml log/ tmp/ coverage/ db/*.db db/*.sqlite3 public/system/
Workflow
When working on a task, make sure you create a branch for that task with the task name and make sure you mark that task as in-progress. The format should be task-#. E.g, task-500
git checkout -b task-500
When committing to that branch, make sure every commit has at least one complete sentence. You can provide more detail after the initial sentence with a linebreak. (optional) See this guide for more: http://tbaggery.com/2008/04/19/a-note-about-git-commit-messages.html
When the task is completed create a pull request on Github. The title of the Pull Request should include the Task# and what the task is about. E.g, “Task 500: Standardizing GitHub”. Inside the content of the Pull Request, you should include some information on what you did. It’s also a good practice to link to the Task that the Pull Request is related to.
Once you’re done with creating the Pull Request on GitHub, be sure to move the Task to the Pull Request Queue, and to add a link to the GitHub Pull Request inside the Task comments.
I know this is not documented anywhere yet. But fear not! We're working on it. We'll deliver some solid documentation for you guys to be able to follow a clear path.
For now, you can follow these simple steps:
Grab a task. Mark it in-progress. Create a branch. Commit. Pull-Request. Rinse, and repeat.


4 ways to read a file in R... by columns
23 Jun 2012Ever wonder how to read a file in R by columns? This question comes to mind when your analysis doesn't require to import all the data in R, especially if the file is huge.
Sometimes you just want to read some columns, do some data manipulation, and plot some graphics. How can you do that in R? I'll show you four different ways to do that without having to use a data base management system (DBMS) and SQL queries.
Toy example
For this post let's consider a toy dataset of 12 rows and 7 columns in csv (comma-separated value) format. For instance, a dataset like the following one:
# create toy dataset
dataset = data.frame(
Id = paste("id", 1:12, sep = ""),
Name = toupper(letters[1:12]),
Month = month.name,
Num = 11:22,
Qty = sample(0:3, 12, replace = TRUE),
Val = 10 * runif(12, 0.5, 1),
Col = colors()[seq(1, 120, 10)]
)
# save data in csv file
write.csv(dataset, "some_file.csv", row.names = FALSE)
## Id Name Month Num Qty Val Col
## id1 A January 11 1 6.034408 white
## id2 B February 12 1 5.242792 aquamarine3
## id3 C March 13 3 7.296390 bisque2
## id4 D April 14 2 8.792603 blueviolet
## id5 E May 15 1 5.161514 burlywood4
## id6 F June 16 3 8.153676 chartreuse4
## id7 G July 17 0 9.788158 coral4
## id8 H August 18 0 7.106729 cyan3
## id9 I September 19 0 9.969363 darkgreen
## id10 J October 20 2 7.117246 darkorange1
## id11 K November 21 2 7.536335 darksalmon
## id12 L December 22 1 6.374395 darkslategray3
Option 1: cut and system
The first option consists of using a cut
command with the desired columns, and calling this command within the system()
function. The only "problem" is that the data will be stored in a vector. It is not
the best solution if what you want is a data frame, but it can do the trick if you
want to quickly inspect the columns.
# collect columns 1, 3 and 7
tmp1 = system("cut -f1,3,7 -d',' some_file.csv", intern = TRUE)
# remove extra quotation marks
tmp1 = gsub("\"", "", tmp1)
# split by commas (this returns a list)
list1 = strsplit(tmp1, ",")
Option 2: cut and pipe
The second option is similar to the first one. It consists of calling a cut
command but this time from the pipe()
function, which in turn is contained
inside a read.csv()
function.
# read columns 1 to 3
df2a = read.csv(pipe("cut -f1-3 -d',' some_file.csv"))
# read columns 1, 3 and 7
df2b = read.csv(pipe("cut -f1,3,7 -d',' some_file.csv"))
Option 3: package colbycol
The third option consists of using the very handy function cbc.read.table()
that
comes with the package "colbycol"
(by Carlos Gil)
# remember to install colbycol
require(colbycol)
# read desired columns
tmp3 = cbc.read.table("some_file.csv", just.read = c(1, 3, 7), sep = ",")
# convert to a data.frame
df3 = as.data.frame(tmp3)
Option 4: package limma
The last option consists of using the function read.columns()
that comes with
the "limma"
package (by Gordon Smyth et al). Just a small detail: "limma"
is in Bioconductor,
not in CRAN. In this case, you need to specify the names of the columns to be read.
# install limma from bioconductor
source("http://bioconductor.org/biocLite.R")
biocLite("limma")
# load limma
library(limma)
# read columns 1=Id, 3=Name, and 7=Col
df4 = read.columns("some_file.csv", c("Id", "Name", "Col"), sep = ",")
Happy data analysis!


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{% extends "docs/base.html" %} {% load static %} {% block title %}Base version | Siphon Docs{% endblock %} {% block docs_toc %} List of base versions and native modules Changing the base version of an app Next up {% endblock %} {% block docs_content %}
When you first run the siphon create command, we automatically assign your app a special value called a base_version behind the scenes. Open up the file named Siphonfile in your app's directory to see the currently assigned version.
It ties your app to a particular version of React Native and also guarantees that a certain set of native modules are available (e.g. react-native-video) to be used within your app's JavaScript code. You don't need to link these native libraries yourself.
Every few weeks we add a new base version to the list, which includes new native modules and usually the latest version of React Native.
Learn how to change the base version
| Base version | React Native | Comments |
|---|---|---|
| {% if bv.latest %} {{ bv.name }} (latest) {% else %} {{ bv.name }} {% endif %} | {{ bv.react_native_version }} | {{ bv.comment|linebreaksbr }} |
The base_version assigned to an app is controlled by the file named Siphonfile that appears in every Siphon app directory. It uses the JSON format and looks something like this:
{% include "docs/snippets/base-version.html" %}To change the base version, edit the Siphonfile and run a siphon push to reflect the change.
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java.net.ConnectException: Connection refused: connect during regression
Post by: Anubhav Anand, Ranch Hand
on Jun 16, 2011 02:02:03
Hi Fellas,
My application has a number of HTTP web services. While writing a regression test I am getting "java.net.ConnectException: Connection refused: connect" exception.
Though I have verified that the service never goes down even when these errors come. The test class is attached for reference.
Please suggest what is not working out here.
Thanks in advance.
<<updated code as per Rob's suggestions>>
Post by: Rob Spoor, Sheriff
on Jun 16, 2011 02:33:31
The first array element uses port 2001, the others use 7001. Maybe that's the problem?
Also, your time measurement only measures how long it takes to submit all these requests. The requests themselves are executed in different threads. Store the results of the calls to es.submit() into a List<Future<?>>, then after the submitting of all requests loop over this List and call get() on each element.
Post by: Anubhav Anand, Ranch Hand
on Jun 16, 2011 03:20:08
Thanks Rob. The port probably got incorrect while changing the URL's to dummy
Thanks for the time evaluation tip.
Though the real problem that's happening is that, when i run the program a large number of requests fail with the java.net.ConnectException: Connection refused: connect
Thanks,
Anubhav
Post by: Anubhav Anand, Ranch Hand
on Jun 16, 2011 03:38:27
Sample console output for the program is as below, so the service is becoing unavailable for intermittent requests.
Thanks,
Anubhav
Post by: Rob Spoor, Sheriff
on Jun 16, 2011 03:54:16
I suggest you change the run method slightly to also print out which URLs are giving problems:
Perhaps you'll notice a pattern.
Post by: Anubhav Anand, Ranch Hand
on Jun 20, 2011 04:41:03
I included the url in the error, but couldn't see a pattern, as the url calls are randomized, so randomly they fail.
Though i found this link, and when i ran with requests less than 3900, the program worked
correctly for most times in windows.
Thanks,
Anubhav
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insufflated |
Ketamine |
(powder / crystals) |
It was Friday, perhaps my favourite day of the week. Having been taking ecstasy or speed, whilst smoking the odd joint here or there each week or two, I hadn't really experienced much in the way of non-clubbers drugs. Having become bored with the ecstasy high and how much it had changed since my first time, and not appreciating the side effects of whizz, I decided to look elsewhere for life experiences. I had wanted to try acid for a long time, even when I was totally against all other drugs. I could not get hold of any though. Then there was always mushrooms, I'd been told where they grew but had not been to pick any yet.
My partner in crime (and also fucked up experiences) M invited me by his house on this particular Friday night. I decided I'd go round when I finished work about 12 that night. So I stopped by before work and gave him some money for a half ounce of dope and some money so we could go halves on a gram of ketamine. Now you have to understand, these things don't normally go right for us. I ask him to get us trips...they never materialise. So, as I returned to his house right on time at midnight that evening, I never expected him to have any Ket. How pessimistic I'd been...
As I arrived at the house, my friend's younger sister was sat in the front doorway, about to puke. I got a little suspicious as vomiting can be a symptom of Ket, but she only smoked draw so I didn't think much of it.
I walked up the stairs to his room, his mother and step-father just a few feet away, soundly sleeping…it still amazes me now that they weren't awoken by the events that were yet to come. I got into the room and M was in bed, totally conked out. Our other friend O was rolling a joint but also looked pretty fucked. I started laughing and asked what was going on, although deep down I already knew. M told O to sort me some of the stuff out, sounding very tired and very messed up. O unwrapped the white powder and began to sort some of it into a line. I'd never snorted anything before but I was more excited than nervous. These two had taken Ket before but only whilst on ecstasy. Their descriptions of it turned out to be a hindrance as I was completely and unexpectedly blown away by the ketamine experience.
 My nostrils were burning but I had expected this. The Ket smelled very plantlike and that smell bothered me straight away. I asked O how long this stuff took to come on. He said 'It gets more intense as you go along.'
I walked down M's stairs for some reason and out of the front door.  I looked at his sister and said 'When I went into that house I was a different person.' I stumbled into the back garden and sat down on his bench, just able to make it. Then it started.
I looked up and my vision was beginning to spin. O, M and his sister were there. They were all saying positive things but I couldn't think what. I looked around me and I was surrounded by loads of people, many of them people I knew. They were all entangled in weeds and in a moment the whole world around me had turned into what I can only describe as 'the weed matrix.' It was like the film, the matrix. I had awoken from the false reality (at least in my mind) and could now see the real world, people entangled in a rollercoaster made of weed!
The plant smell was very strong and two people with suits on were in the middle of this matrix. A man and a woman. The woman who I was sure I recognised had short black hair. She told me to jump onto the weed rollercoaster and M, his sister and O were all encouraging me to. It seemed like it was going to be great so I hopped onto this moving mass. Suddenly I was entangled by the weed and strapped into a seat. All was still as the ground turned black, all except the green stems of grass still poking out of the ground.
Suddenly the ground started to drop away into nothing and continued until the ground beneath me fell away and I fell. It felt as if I was flying downwards on this rollercoaster at an alarming rate, the g's pulling at my face.  I couldn't feel parts of my face and the bits I could feel were physically hurting me! I was stopped and I opened my eyes. I was deep within the weed matrix, still thousands of people around me as I began to this time sink into the ground. It was like a spiral staircase into nothing.
I was completely shitting myself! I thought this was the end of the world, I thought this would never stop and I'd be going round this rollercoaster into oblivion forever.
Then suddenly, I was back in M's room.  I was dazed and confused, but I could feel my face again. My mouth was wide open and I was staring at them. I heard J saying things like 'He's scary' and 'Why would you want to do this to yourself?' O was laughing. I realised I'd just had a full blown hallucination and I was so glad about that.  I heard the words in my head I wanted to say but it took a while to say them. My friend's voices were distorted but clear enough for me to make out, as was mine although I sounded like a child learning to speak.
O was finishing rolling his joint (apparently, during my hallucination I was falling around in the garden and my face was a look of sheer horror. They had got scared and carted me upstairs into M's room). I was sat on M's bed and I looked round. M was asleep again. He'd had more Ket than me, yet had no hallucination. He'd just been doing handstands on his bed, trying in vain to stand up. He kept saying 'This is not a drug...it's a poison.' I had read all about Ket on the internet and so wanted a joint to kill my nausea. I got up and wobbled downstairs with O and J.
I was walking along with hardly any feeling in my legs. I had to walk along with my hands outstretched and I felt like an old man without a zimmer (politically incorrect I know, but I can't think of another way to describe it). As I got into the garden I was sick. Not too much (because man, I can puke for England) but I was sick. We sat on the bench again and I could see O sparking up the joint. He had a few tokes then I really pestered him for it. He handed me the joint which I could barely see and I just about got hold of it. Then I tried to toke it but was actually holding it about a foot away from my mouth. I eventually managed a couple of tokes then passed it on. It didn't really help like I wanted.
I was determined to explain to O and J my experience with the hallucination. They kept saying I was wrecked and had taken a lot of looking after. I couldn't speak. All I could say was 'I went into the weed.' That was the only way I could think of to describe my experience. O laughed over and over as I kept repeating 'And I just...went...into the weed.' Looking back on this, it was one of the funnier moments of the night. M had come down for a bit and he suggested we all go to bed.
Everyone took their shoes off and went to M's bedroom. I got mine off without much difficulty and then crawled upstairs (yes crawled, I was capable of nothing more). I got into M's room and crashed into his bed. He was already taking up half of it.
The rest of the night began to tail off. O was saying I should've recovered by now (it was about 1 and a half hours after I'd dosed). I was trying to get up but felt sick or had a headache every time I did. I kept saying I wanted to go out and be sociable (the night club down the road was about to finish) but I wasn't capable. O switched on the TV and it had people in Ibiza talking about their experiences on drugs. I could only pick out a few words and it seemed as if they were all talking about Ketamine! This comforted me a little. By this time my senses were heightened dramatically. My sense of smell was better than it's ever been, but I could still smell the Ket and it didn't smell good. My sense of touch was heightened too. I could feel the covers and fabrics wrapped around me and it was almost like my fingers were joining with them. Eventually I went to sleep.
I had work in the morning and I felt fine. I got to work still amazed my this experience and wanted so badly to tell someone about it. I had to wait for later though for that. I felt a little stomach aching but that was probably due to my being sick and having an empty stomach.
Overall I look back on this is a positive experience because it was different. I know a lot of people would've hated it. M has vowed never to take it again!
I had read all about Ket, yet was totally blown away by it and I realised I was unprepared. It is the one drug I've taken where you feel worse when you're on it than in the morning!
I would say it's worth a try but be prepared to enter the crazy world of ketamine, make sure you've got somewhere to lie down and maybe have a 'sitter'. I'm lucky my friends were there I guess.
Hope you found my story interesting and useful. I guess you can hallucinate on Ketamine! Shows what I know.
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- A tool to convert a row of data that follows the structure defined by the ConfigTreeView implementation into the format that a GtkListStore expects( python list [] format) by mapping the index_map of the ConfigTreeView to the types list defined at ConfigTreeView runtime.
TreeView data coming from the server will come in list of dicts. Each dict represents a row in the treeview. Each key-path in the dict corresponds to an index as defined in the index_map of a ConfigTreeView. Example index_map( mapping a column hierachy to an index in the TreeView row):
{'address': {'markup': 6},
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The DataFormatter will take care of this, creating a simple API to do it. It will be able to, taking in an index_map and a types list(these things are taken from a ConfigTreeView), take in data and generate formatted rows, which are ready for either appending to a liststore, or some other post-formatting function.
Create a new data formatter with the given index_map and types
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Returns an empty list with the correct length a gtk.TreeModel with the given index_map (from the constructor) expects.
Example: if the index_map contained 4 different values of type str, then this function would return: [None, None, None, None]
Yields formatted rows of data where data is a list of dicts, where each dict’s key-path has a valid value in index_map...if it doesn’t a warning is printed out, and that value is skipped in that row.
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UNLOAD
Unloads the result of a query to one or more text files on Amazon S3, using Amazon S3 server-side encryption (SSE-S3). You can also specify server-side encryption with an AWS Key Management Service key (SSE-KMS) or client-side encryption with a customer-managed key (CSE-CMK).
You can manage the size of files on Amazon S3, and by extension the number of files, by setting the MAXFILESIZE parameter.
Syntax
UNLOAD ('select-statement') TO 's3://object-path/name-prefix' authorization [ option [ ... ] ] where option is { MANIFEST [ VERBOSE ] | HEADER | [ FORMAT [AS] ] CSV | DELIMITER [ AS ] 'delimiter-char' | FIXEDWIDTH [ AS ] 'fixedwidth-spec' } | ENCRYPTED | BZIP2 | GZIP | ZSTD | ADDQUOTES | NULL [ AS ] 'null-string' | ESCAPE | ALLOWOVERWRITE | PARALLEL [ { ON | TRUE } | { OFF | FALSE } ] | MAXFILESIZE [AS] max-size [ MB | GB ] ] | REGION [AS] 'aws-region'
Parameters
- ('select-statement')
-
A SELECT query. The results of the query are unloaded. In most cases, it is worthwhile to unload data in sorted order by specifying an ORDER BY clause in the query. This approach saves the time required to sort the data when it is reloaded. TOP is not supported in the SELECT clause. Use LIMIT instead.
The query must be enclosed in single quotes as shown following:
('select * from venue order by venueid')
Note
If your query contains quotes (for example to enclose literal values), put the literal between two sets of single quotation marks—you must also enclose the query between single quotation marks:
('select * from venue where venuestate=''NV''')
- TO 's3://object-path/name-prefix'
-
The full path, including bucket name, to the location on Amazon S3 where Amazon Redshift writes the output file objects, including the manifest file if MANIFEST is specified. The object names are prefixed with name-prefix. For added security, UNLOAD connects to Amazon S3 using an HTTPS connection. By default, UNLOAD writes one or more files per slice. UNLOAD appends a slice number and part number to the specified name prefix as follows:
.<object-path>
/<name-prefix>
<slice-number>
_part_<part-number>
If MANIFEST is specified, the manifest file is written as follows:
.<object_path>
/<name_prefix>
manifestUNLOAD automatically creates encrypted files using Amazon S3 server-side encryption (SSE), including the manifest file if MANIFEST is used. The COPY command automatically reads server-side encrypted files during the load operation. You can transparently download server-side encrypted files from your bucket using either the Amazon S3 Management Console or API. For more information, go to Protecting Data Using Server-Side Encryption.
To use Amazon S3 client-side encryption, specify the ENCRYPTED option.
Important
REGION is required when the Amazon S3 bucket is not in the same AWS Region as the Amazon Redshift cluster.
- Authorization
-
The UNLOAD command needs authorization to write data to Amazon S3. The UNLOAD command uses the same parameters the COPY command uses for authorization. For more information, see Authorization Parameters in the COPY command syntax reference.
- MANIFEST [ VERBOSE ]
-
Creates a manifest file that explicitly lists details for the data files that are created by the UNLOAD process. The manifest is a text file in JSON format that lists the URL of each file that was written to Amazon S3.
If MANIFEST is specified with the VERBOSE option, the manifest includes the following details:
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The column names and data types, and for CHAR, VARCHAR, or NUMERIC data types, dimensions for each column. For CHAR and VARCHAR data types, the dimension is the length. For a DECIMAL or NUMERIC data type, the dimensions are precision and scale.
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The row count unloaded to each file. If the HEADER option is specified, the row count includes the header line.
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The total file size of all files unloaded and the total row count unloaded to all files. If the HEADER option is specified, the row count includes the header lines.
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The author. Author is always "Amazon Redshift".
You can specify VERBOSE only following MANIFEST.
The manifest file is written to the same Amazon S3 path prefix as the unload files in the format
<object_path_prefix>manifest
. For example, if UNLOAD specifies the Amazon S3 path prefix 's3://mybucket/venue_
', the manifest file location is 's3://mybucket/venue_manifest
'. -
- HEADER
-
Adds a header line containing column names at the top of each output file. Text transformation options, such as CSV, DELIMITER, ADDQUOTES, and ESCAPE, also apply to the header line. HEADER can't be used with FIXEDWIDTH.
- [ FORMAT [AS] ] CSV
-
Unloads to a text file in CSV format using a comma ( , ) character as the delimiter. If a field contains commas, double quotes, newlines, or carriage returns, then the field in the unloaded file is enclosed in double quotes. A double quote character within a data field is escaped by an additional double quote character.
The FORMAT and AS keywords are optional. CSV can't be used with DELIMITER or FIXEDWIDTH.
- DELIMITER AS 'delimiter_character'
-
Single ASCII character that is used to separate fields in the output file, such as a pipe character ( | ), a comma ( , ), or a tab ( \t ). The default delimiter is a pipe character. The AS keyword is optional. DELIMITER can't be used with FIXEDWIDTH. If the data contains the delimiter character, you need to specify the ESCAPE option to escape the delimiter, or use ADDQUOTES to enclose the data in double quotes. Alternatively, specify a delimiter that is not contained in the data.
- FIXEDWIDTH 'fixedwidth_spec'
-
Unloads the data to a file where each column width is a fixed length, rather than separated by a delimiter. The fixedwidth_spec is a string that specifies the number of columns and the width of the columns. The AS keyword is optional. Because FIXEDWIDTH does not truncate data, the specification for each column in the UNLOAD statement needs to be at least as long as the length of the longest entry for that column. The format for fixedwidth_spec is shown below:
'colID1:colWidth1,colID2:colWidth2, ...'
FIXEDWIDTH can't be used with DELIMITER or HEADER.
- ENCRYPTED
-
A clause that specifies that the output files on Amazon S3 are encrypted using Amazon S3 server-side encryption or client-side encryption. If MANIFEST is specified, the manifest file is also encrypted. For more information, see Unloading Encrypted Data Files. If you don't specify the ENCRYPTED parameter, UNLOAD automatically creates encrypted files using Amazon S3 server-side encryption with AWS-managed encryption keys (SSE-S3).
To unload to Amazon S3 using server-side encryption with an AWS KMS key (SSE-KMS), use the KMS_KEY_ID parameter to provide the key ID. You can't use the CREDENTIALS parameter with the KMS_KEY_ID parameter. If you UNLOAD data using KMS_KEY_ID, you can then COPY the same data without specifying a key.
To unload to Amazon S3 using client-side encryption with a customer-supplied symmetric key (CSE-CMK), provide the key using the MASTER_SYMMETRIC_KEY parameter or the
master_symmetric_key
portion of a CREDENTIALS credential string. If you unload data using a master symmetric key, you must supply the same key when you COPY the encrypted data.UNLOAD does not support Amazon S3 server-side encryption with a customer-supplied key (SSE-C).
To compress encrypted unload files, add the BZIP2, GZIP, or ZSTD parameter.
- KMS_KEY_ID 'key-id'
-
The key ID for an AWS Key Management Service (AWS KMS) key to be used to encrypt data files on Amazon S3. For more information, see What is AWS Key Management Service? If you specify KMS_KEY_ID, you must specify the ENCRYPTED parameter also. If you specify KMS_KEY_ID, you can't authenticate using the CREDENTIALS parameter. Instead, use either IAM_ROLE or ACCESS_KEY_ID and SECRET_ACCESS_KEY.
- MASTER_SYMMETRIC_KEY 'master_key'
-
The master symmetric key to be used to encrypt data files on Amazon S3. If you specify MASTER_SYMMETRIC_KEY, you must specify the ENCRYPTED parameter also. MASTER_SYMMETRIC_KEY can't be used with the CREDENTIALS parameter. For more information, see Loading Encrypted Data Files from Amazon S3.
- BZIP2
-
Unloads data to one or more bzip2-compressed files per slice. Each resulting file is appended with a
.bz2
extension. - GZIP
-
Unloads data to one or more gzip-compressed files per slice. Each resulting file is appended with a
.gz
extension. - ZSTD
-
Unloads data to one or more Zstandard-compressed files per slice. Each resulting file is appended with a
.zst
extension. - ADDQUOTES
-
Places quotation marks around each unloaded data field, so that Amazon Redshift can unload data values that contain the delimiter itself. For example, if the delimiter is a comma, you could unload and reload the following data successfully:
"1","Hello, World"
Without the added quotes, the string
Hello, World
would be parsed as two separate fields.If you use ADDQUOTES, you must specify REMOVEQUOTES in the COPY if you reload the data.
- NULL AS 'null-string'
-
Specifies a string that represents a null value in unload files. If this option is used, all output files contain the specified string in place of any null values found in the selected data. If this option is not specified, null values are unloaded as:
-
Zero-length strings for delimited output
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Whitespace strings for fixed-width output
If a null string is specified for a fixed-width unload and the width of an output column is less than the width of the null string, the following behavior occurs:
-
An empty field is output for non-character columns
-
An error is reported for character columns
-
- ESCAPE
-
For CHAR and VARCHAR columns in delimited unload files, an escape character (
\
) is placed before every occurrence of the following characters:-
Linefeed:
\n
-
Carriage return:
\r
-
The delimiter character specified for the unloaded data.
-
The escape character:
\
-
A quote character:
"
or'
(if both ESCAPE and ADDQUOTES are specified in the UNLOAD command).
Important
If you loaded your data using a COPY with the ESCAPE option, you must also specify the ESCAPE option with your UNLOAD command to generate the reciprocal output file. Similarly, if you UNLOAD using the ESCAPE option, you need to use ESCAPE when you COPY the same data.
-
- ALLOWOVERWRITE
-
By default, UNLOAD fails if it finds files that it would possibly overwrite. If ALLOWOVERWRITE is specified, UNLOAD overwrites existing files, including the manifest file.
- PARALLEL
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By default, UNLOAD writes data in parallel to multiple files, according to the number of slices in the cluster. The default option is ON or TRUE. If PARALLEL is OFF or FALSE, UNLOAD writes to one or more data files serially, sorted absolutely according to the ORDER BY clause, if one is used. The maximum size for a data file is 6.2 GB. So, for example, if you unload 13.4 GB of data, UNLOAD creates the following three files.
s3://mybucket/key000 6.2 GB s3://mybucket/key001 6.2 GB s3://mybucket/key002 1.0 GB
Note
The UNLOAD command is designed to use parallel processing. We recommend leaving PARALLEL enabled for most cases, especially if the files are used to load tables using a COPY command.
- MAXFILESIZE AS max-size [ MB | GB ]
-
The maximum size of files UNLOAD creates in Amazon S3. Specify a decimal value between 5 MB and 6.2 GB. The AS keyword is optional. The default unit is MB. If MAXFILESIZE is not specified, the default maximum file size is 6.2 GB. The size of the manifest file, if one is used, is not affected by MAXFILESIZE.
- REGION [AS] 'aws-region'
-
The AWS Region where the target Amazon S3 bucket is located. REGION is required for UNLOAD to an Amazon S3 bucket that is not in the same AWS Region as the Amazon Redshift cluster.
The value for aws_region must match an AWS Region listed in the Amazon Redshift regions and endpoints table in the AWS General Reference.
By default, UNLOAD assumes that the target Amazon S3 bucket is located in the same AWS Region as the Amazon Redshift cluster.
Usage Notes
Using ESCAPE for All Delimited UNLOAD Operations
When you UNLOAD using a delimiter, your data can include that delimiter or any of the characters listed in the ESCAPE option description. In this case, you must use the ESCAPE option with the UNLOAD statement. If you do not use the ESCAPE option with the UNLOAD, subsequent COPY operations using the unloaded data might fail.
Important
We strongly recommend that you always use ESCAPE with both UNLOAD and COPY statements. The exception is if you are certain that your data does not contain any delimiters or other characters that might need to be escaped.
Loss of Floating-Point Precision
You might encounter loss of precision for floating-point data that is successively unloaded and reloaded.
Limit Clause
The SELECT query can't use a LIMIT clause in the outer SELECT. For example, the following UNLOAD statement fails.
unload ('select * from venue limit 10') to 's3://mybucket/venue_pipe_' iam_role 'arn:aws:iam::0123456789012:role/MyRedshiftRole';
Instead, use a nested LIMIT clause, as in the following example.
unload ('select * from venue where venueid in (select venueid from venue order by venueid desc limit 10)') to 's3://mybucket/venue_pipe_' iam_role 'arn:aws:iam::0123456789012:role/MyRedshiftRole';
Alternatively, you could populate a table using SELECT…INTO or CREATE TABLE AS using a LIMIT clause, then unload from that table.


Order of Service
Prelude
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring
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Processional
Face to Face
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This book is a collection of sketches created by the Spring 2016 graduate Creative Coding class at NYU Tandon's Integrated Digital Media department. All of the sketches were created with code using javascript library p5.js, and demonstrate different techniques learned in class including but not limited to generative text, particle systems, and color theory.
Though we call this a book, it isn't meant to be read or experienced in a linear way. Many of the sketches are not only visual but interactive, requiring you as the reader, the user, to move your mouse or click on the page. To learn more about a sketch, click on About the sketch, located at the top of the page.
What makes this interactive book so unique is that for most if not all of the students, this semester has been their very first introduction to computer programming. Furthermore, all of the code that comprises each sketch is available and remix-able by clicking on the big green Remix button on the top right of the page. If you do remix any of these sketches, please give credit to the original author. We hope that by sharing this code and encouraging others to build from it, we will proliferate a burgeoning generation of artists, designers, tinkerers, and thinkers- those who choose code as their main tool for expressing creativity.
When planning the book, the students and I voted on a theme- If you were a ... The theme is purposely ambiguous. As you will see, some students have interpreted this theme as the embodiment of an animal or object. Others have taken a more abstract route, drawing metaphorical dotted lines to political statements and the absurdities of the current zeitgeist.
I want to thank all of my students for your patience and focus this semester, for tackling bugs, and embracing the idiosyncrasies of creative coding.
--Kevin Siwoff, May 2016.


Welcome to your new single-page application, built with:
To help you get started, we've also set up:
webpack
build tool. Your client-side resources are dynamically built on demand. Updates are available as soon as you modify any file.webpack
build tool produces minified static CSS and JavaScript files.


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I figured out how to clean that grout sealer from the tiles. It's not too hard, but does take some elbow grease. Like many boat projects! I got about 1/4 of the backsplashes done. The shower's going to be a real treat.
I also installed all the missing drawer and cabinet pulls in the kitchen.
Slow but steady wins the race, as Dad always told me, and as I was telling Audrey the other day.
Speaking of which, she did beautifully with lesson 69 this morning.
Now for a chapter of South from Alaska...
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"NER "light, the father of Kish (1 Chronicles 8:33). 1 Samuel 14:51 should be read, “Kish, the father of Saul, and Ner, the father of Abner, were the sons of Abiel.” And hence this Kish and Ner were brothers, and Saul and Abner were first cousins (comp. 1 Chronicles 9:36).
"NER "light, the father of Kish (1 Chronicles 8:33). 1 Samuel 14:51 should be read, “Kish, the father of Saul, and Ner, the father of Abner, were the sons of Abiel.” And hence this Kish and Ner were brothers, and Saul and Abner were first cousins (comp. 1 Chronicles 9:36).


SVL_S3RETRIES
Use the SVL_S3RETRIES view to get information about why an Amazon Redshift Spectrum query based on Amazon S3 has failed.
SVL_S3RETRIES is visible to all users. Superusers can see all rows; regular users can see only their own data. For more information, see Visibility of Data in System Tables and Views.
Table Columns
| Column Name | Data Type | Description |
|---|---|---|
| query | integer | The query ID. |
| segment | integer |
Segment number. A query consists of multiple segments, and each segment consists of one or more steps. Query segments can run in parallel. Each segment runs in a single process. |
| node | integer | The node number. |
| slice | integer | The data slice that a particular segment executed against. |
| eventtime | timestamp without time zone | Time in UTC that the step started executing. |
| retries | integer | The number of retries for the query. |
| successful_fetches | integer | The number of times data was returned. |
| file_size | bigint | This size of the file. |
| location | text | The location of the table, |
| message | text | The error message. |
Sample Query
The following example retrieves data about failed S3 queries.
SELECT stl_s3retries.query, stl_s3retries.segment, stl_s3retries.node, stl_s3retries.slice, stl_s3retries.eventtime, stl_s3retries.retries, stl_s3retries.successful_fetches, stl_s3retries.file_size, btrim((stl_s3retries."location")::text) AS "location", btrim((stl_s3retries.message)::text) AS message FROM stl_s3retries;


Course Material
Back
{% for cmaterial in c_material %}
{{loop.index}}
Title: {{ cmaterial.title }}
Content: {{ cmaterial.content }}
Delete
{% endfor %}


Loops
Hashes and Objects
String and Arrays
CSS Positioning
HTML
Margins define how much space exists around an element. The CSS format for defining the margin looks something like this: "margin: top right bottom left".


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