FORGET PARIS A film review by Andrew Hicks Copyright 1996 Andrew Hicks / Fatboy Productions
*** (out of four)
A man takes on a certain amount of stress and responsibility when he decides to direct, produce, co-write and star in a movie. Steve Martin struck out with A SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE. Mel Brooks had several successes and flops. Billy Crystal, though, has managed to work in front of and behind the scenes of several movies. He took the gamble again here and won, with this movie that's a blatant WHEN HARRY MET SALLY clone yet takes on an identity and some hilarous humor of its own.
Crystal goes to Paris to bury his dead dad and is put through two days of hell after the airline loses the body (but at least they didn't send it down the luggage carousel). On the plus side, his situation allows him to meet Debra Winger, an airline employee in charge of recovering missing corpses. It turns out the two were meant to be together, as they're the only two people in the world who can trade rapid-fire sarcasm back and forth without even cracking a smile.
The week they spend together in Paris is sheer bliss (It can't just be "bliss," it has to be "sheer bliss," or maybe "pure bliss," but "bliss" can't stand alone.), and when it comes to an end, Crystal asks her to marry him. She eventually agrees and the two end up married, with Winger giving up her profession to move in with him, but the marriage is seemingly doomed from the start. Crystal is on the road most of the time as an NBA referee, not to mention various trying episodes of the movie, one where Winger gets a pigeon glued to her face (in a hysterically funny yet indescribable scene), another where Winger's senile father moves in with them, and yet another where the two try every known method to have a baby. As if the NAKED GUN 33 1/3 sperm bank scene wasn't bad enough, now we've got Billy Crystal asking a nurse for the BARBARELLA video so he can be stimulated enough to fill a plastic cup.
The whole story is told to Crystal's friend Joe Mantegna's fiance (played by Hope or Gloria--I'm not sure which) in a restaurant. Different stages of the relationship are told to the woman as the other dinner guests arrive (including Cathy Moriarty and Julie "Marge Simpson" Kavner), culminating in the arrival of Crystal himself at the end to complete the story. It's an incredibly clever plot device, I'll give Crystal that. And FORGET PARIS is overall a clever and funny movie. You basketball fans will be glad to know dozens of NBA stars appear as themselves in this movie. I can now die fulfilled, knowing I've seen Billy Crystal and Charles Barkley together onscreen.
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Part1. Abstract:
We observe and analyze the 2019 CES Phone Survey data. By following graphs and model, we found that people with higher education level have higher satisfaction to Canadian government. This result is important, since we can predict people’s satisfaction to government by their education level, and Canadian education level has always been a concern for citizens and new immigrants. We use Wickham et al. (2019) Wickham et al. (2020) Waring et al. (2020) Wickham, Hester, and Chang (2020).
Part2. Introduction
In Canada, 68 percent of Canadians aged 25 to 64 attained some form of post-secondary education, which is 24 percent above the OECD average of 44 percent (Statistics Canada, 2018).British Columbia, Ontario, and Alberta are the top performers among all the provinces, earning “B” grades on the Education and Skills report card (ConferenceBoard 2020).For people’s satisfaction of government in Canada, Research Co. and Glacier Media found that Atlantic Canada has the largest proportion of residents who are pleased with the federal government (71%), followed by Ontario (68%), Alberta (66%), British Columbia (65%), Saskatchewan and Manitoba (also 65%) and Quebec (58%) in 2020(Mario Canseco 2020). We found that some provinces have a high satisfaction proportion to government also have a good performers on Education. This information is important, and it lead us to explore the relation between education level and government satisfaction.
In this investigation, we observe and analyze the 2019 CES Phone Survey data. Under the 2019 CES Phone Survey data, we will focus on two variables: interviewer’s highest education level(in level -9 to 11) and interviewer’s satisfaction to Canada government(in level -9 to 4). By graphs, model and analysis, we found that people with higher education level have higher satisfaction to Canadian government. There is a positive linear relation between them.
Performed 2019 CES Phone Survey data diagnostics and fitted a linear regression model, the result showed that people with higher education level have higher satisfaction to Canadian government. However, we might lack of considering the distribution of people’s education level and satisfaction of government is not a normal distribution, so the data might affect our results. Secondly, we did not consider of lurking variable, which is a variable that is not included as (level of education and satisfaction of government) two variables in the analysis but can affect the interpretation of relationships between these two variables, like interviewers’ age, gender, income, and so on. For improvement, we can find the residual of our model and make a residual plot of it, to see if our model is fitted. For future study, we can study more about what factors can influence people’s government satisfaction and level of education.
Part3. Data introduction
###Introduce dataset
The 2019 Canadian Election Study - Phone Survey was conducted to gather the attitudes and opinions of Canadians, such as political behavior, political attitudes, social concerns, and so on, during and after the 2019 federal election. It continues the tradition of Canadian Election Studies started in 1965. This CES phone survey data is a survey dataset which is one of two data files for the 2019 CES - online survey and phone survey.
The phone2019_newsubset
dataset is a subset of the 2019 CES phone survey, it contains demographics, geographic, educational and social information. We will use the phone2019_newsubset
dataset to make our following analysis.
# install.packages("devtools")
# devtools::install_github("hodgettsp/cesR")
get_ces("ces2019_phone")
## TO CITE THIS SURVEY FILE:
##
## - Stephenson, Laura B; Harell, Allison; Rubenson, Daniel; Loewen, Peter John, 2020, '2019 Canadian Election Study - Phone Survey', https://doi.org/10.7910/DVN/8RHLG1, Harvard Dataverse, V1, UNF:6:eyR28qaoYlHj9qwPWZmmVQ== [fileUNF]
##
## - Stephenson, Laura, Allison Harrel, Daniel Rubenson and Peter Loewen. Forthcoming. 'Measuring Preferences and Behaviour in the 2019 Canadian Election Study,' Canadian Journal of Political Science.
##
## LINK: https://dataverse.harvard.edu/dataset.xhtml?persistentId=doi:10.7910/DVN/8RHLG1
phone2019_subset <- ces2019_phone %>%
select(7,8,26,28,87,93)
phone2019_newsubset <- phone2019_subset %>%
rename(participant_gender = interviewer_gender_CES,
participant_language = language_CES,
participant_age = q2,
participant_living_place = q4,
government_satisfaction = q54,
education_level = q61
)
head(phone2019_newsubset)
## # A tibble: 6 x 6
## participant_gen… participant_lan… participant_age participant_liv…
## <chr> <dbl+lbl> <dbl+lbl> <dbl+lbl>
## 1 Female 2 [(2) French] 1963 5 [(5) Quebec]
## 2 Male 1 [(1) English] 1973 5 [(5) Quebec]
## 3 Female 2 [(2) French] 1994 5 [(5) Quebec]
## 4 Female 2 [(2) French] 2000 5 [(5) Quebec]
## 5 Male 2 [(2) French] 1984 5 [(5) Quebec]
## 6 Female 2 [(2) French] 1939 5 [(5) Quebec]
## # … with 2 more variables: government_satisfaction <dbl+lbl>,
## # education_level <dbl+lbl>
###Here is an overview of ‘phone2019_newsubset’.
skimr::skim(phone2019_newsubset)
| Name | phone2019_newsubset |
| Number of rows | 4021 |
| Number of columns | 6 |
| _______________________ | |
| Column type frequency: | |
| character | 6 |
| ________________________ | |
| Group variables | None |
Variable type: character
| skim_variable | n_missing | complete_rate | min | max | empty | n_unique | whitespace |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| participant_gender | 0 | 1 | 4 | 11 | 0 | 3 | 0 |
| participant_language | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 0 |
| participant_age | 0 | 1 | 4 | 4 | 0 | 79 | 0 |
| participant_living_place | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 10 | 0 |
| government_satisfaction | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 6 | 0 |
| education_level | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 13 | 0 |
From this data summery, we find that there are 4021 rows and 6 columns in the dataset ‘phone2019_newsubset’. The variables contains the interviewers’ gender, the languages they can speak, their year of birth, where they live, their education level, and their satisfaction of the government performance. All the variables have no missing value, and they all compete those parts of the phone survey.
###Data summary and graphs for individal variables:government_satisfaction and education_level.
In this dataset ‘phone2019_newsubset`, we are interested in interviewers’ education levels and their satisfaction of the government performance. Moreover, we want to find if they have any relation. First of all, we will make data summary and graphs for these two variables.
We start with interviewers’ education level, then satisfaction of the government performance.
#Save education_level data as shorter name for convenience.
edu_level <- phone2019_newsubset$education_level
summary(edu_level)
## Min. 1st Qu. Median Mean 3rd Qu. Max.
## -9.000 6.000 8.000 7.562 9.000 11.000
edu_leve_standard_deviation <- sd(edu_level)
edu_leve_standard_deviation
## [1] 2.163563
edu_leve_variance <- (edu_leve_standard_deviation)^2
edu_leve_variance
## [1] 4.681006
edu_leve_IQR <- IQR(edu_level)
edu_leve_IQR
## [1] 3
As above, it shows the data summary of interviewer’s education level. We see that the range of the education level is from -9 to 11. Center: The mean of education level for this dataset is 7.562, and the median of education level for this dataset is 8.000. Spread: The standard deviation of education level for this dataset is 2.163563, the variance of education level for this dataset is 4.681006, and the interquartile range of education level for this dataset is 3.
edu_level <- as.data.frame(edu_level)
ggplot(data = edu_level, aes(x = edu_level)) +
geom_histogram(col="black", fill="pink", bins = 20) + theme_classic() +
labs(title="Histogram of interviewer's education level")
In this histogram of interviewer’s education level, the distribution of the data is not symmetric. We see that the prominent peak lies to the right with the tail extending to the left, that means it is a left-skewed dataset. This variable interviewer’s education level is not approximately normal. There are more than 1500 people that intend to rate more than 9 points to the government. Also it shows a few people with education level from -9 to -1.
satisfaction <- phone2019_newsubset$government_satisfaction
summary(satisfaction)
## Min. 1st Qu. Median Mean 3rd Qu. Max.
## -9.000 2.000 2.000 2.136 3.000 4.000
satisfaction_standard_deviation <- sd(satisfaction)
satisfaction_standard_deviation
## [1] 2.256297
satisfaction_variance <- (satisfaction_standard_deviation)^2
satisfaction_variance
## [1] 5.090875
satisfaction_IQR <- IQR(satisfaction)
satisfaction_IQR
## [1] 1
As above, it shows the data summary of interviewer’s satisfaction for the government performance. We see that the range of the satisfaction mark is from -9 to 4. Center: The mean of satisfaction for this dataset is 2.136, and the median of satisfaction for this dataset is 2.000. Spread: The standard deviation of satisfaction for this dataset is .256297, the variance of satisfaction for this dataset is 5.090875, and the interquartile range of education level for this dataset is 1.
satisfaction <- as.data.frame(satisfaction)
ggplot(data = satisfaction, aes(x = '', y = satisfaction)) +
geom_boxplot(col="black", fill="pink") + theme_classic() +
labs(title="Boxplot of interviewer's government satisfaction")
From the box plot, we see that interviewer’s satisfaction for the government is not normal distribution at all. Moreover, it does not show symmetric with a strongly right-skewed. That means most people’s satisfaction to goverment is more than 0. There is two outliers in data, that means a group of people choose -9 and -8 in this survey. The median of satisfaction is 2, most of people rate the government from 1 to 4.
Part4. Graph
Graph for observing the relation of educational level and satisfaction to government.
For the next step, we are interested in is there any relation between educational level and government satisfaction. So my explanatory variable is educational level and government satisfaction. Since in our daily life, highly educated people may have more opinions and comments to the government. Also, for people who with less education, they may ask the government for more beneficial policies to them and a better living environment. Those factors might be affect their satisfaction to government. If there is a relation between them, we can predict people’s satisfaction to government by their education
combine_data <- cbind(edu_level, satisfaction)
scatter_plot <- plot(combine_data$satisfaction ~ combine_data$edu_level, xlab="Education Level", ylab = "Satisfaction to Government", main = "Scatter Plot - Education Level and Satisfaction to Government")
Part4. Graph discussion
Firstly, from the scatter plot above we can observe that the distribution of the dataset is strongly diffuse. Secondly, we observe that education level and government satisfaction may not have a linear relation between each other. Thirdly, we find that a few people are both in -6 to 0 education level interval and -6 to 0 satisfaction interval, so the plot shows a part of empty.
###Analysis of the relation between educational level and satisfaction to government.
Since we want to find if there is a relation between interviewers’ education level and their satisfaction to government.We fit an linear regression model and describe it.
slr_model <- lm(formula = combine_data$satisfaction ~ combine_data$edu_level)
summary(slr_model)
##
## Call:
## lm(formula = combine_data$satisfaction ~ combine_data$edu_level)
##
## Residuals:
## Min 1Q Median 3Q Max
## -11.3909 -0.2428 0.0535 1.0164 3.0905
##
## Coefficients:
## Estimate Std. Error t value Pr(>|t|)
## (Intercept) 1.57613 0.12906 12.212 < 0.0000000000000002 ***
## combine_data$edu_level 0.07407 0.01641 4.514 0.00000654 ***
## ---
## Signif. codes: 0 '***' 0.001 '**' 0.01 '*' 0.05 '.' 0.1 ' ' 1
##
## Residual standard error: 2.251 on 4019 degrees of freedom
## Multiple R-squared: 0.005045, Adjusted R-squared: 0.004797
## F-statistic: 20.38 on 1 and 4019 DF, p-value: 0.000006536
The expected linear regression model between education level and satisfaction is \(\hat{y_i} = 1.57613 + 0.07407{x_i}\), where \(\hat{y_i}\) is the estimated satisfaction, and \({x_i}\) is education level.
Then we can make a Null Hypothesis test as saying that \({H_0} :{\beta_1} = 0\) and \({H_a} :{\beta_1} ≠ 0\). That can be explained that if \({\beta_1} = 0\), then there is no linear relation between these two variables. Then we find that the p-value is 0.00000654 which is less than the benchmark significance level 0.05. In this case: reject \({H_0}\) and fail to reject \({H_a}\) at significance level. That means \({\beta_1}\) is statistically different from 0. There is a positive linear relation between education level and satisfaction.
Part5. Discussion
In the study, we found that there is a positive linear relation between Canadian education level and government satisfaction.
First of all, we selected a data subset from 2019 Canadian Election Study - Phone Survey data, then we give an overview to the subdata. Then, we picked two variables (Canadian education level and government satisfaction) which we were interested in.
Secondly, in order to be familiar with this two variable, we summarized these two data, and showed the center and spread of them by r code. When we made the graph, we noticed that these two data variables haven labelled. So we make these two data became two data frames so that we can use ggplot to make plots.  This observation was shown on histogram of interview’s education level and box plot of interviewer’s government satisfaction.
In addition, since we wanted to draw a scatter plot for two variables, and see the distribution. We combine two data variables together and make them to a new dataset call ‘combine_data’. After drawing a scatter, we find that there might not be a relation between two.
To test my guess, we finally make a linear regression model and hypothesis test. We set our assumption as no relation. Then we find the model did not meet our assumption. Then we have our conclusion, government satisfaction differs by education level in this dataset.
Part6. Weaknesses and next steps
Firstly, in our linear regression model, we did not consider the residual. Since the population model is different from expected model, if the residual is not normal, the result will be affected. Next step, we can make a residual plot to analyze the residual is normal or not.
Secondly, we might lack of considering the lucking variables, which may affect the interpretation of relationships between the variables we picked, like interviewers’ age, gender, income, living environment, marital status and so on. In future study, we can add more associative variables and make a multiple linear regression model.
Thirdly, the quality of the data for these two variables (Canadian education level and government satisfaction) are poor. The range of the data are too limited, we cannot fully observe these two variables. And limited data will lead to a biased results and the results would be not accurate. In future study, we can try to set a larger range of data, like from 1-100, and apply to the next survey. In addition, we can change education level to some more specific data, like GPA.
Moreover, the distribution of people’s education level and satisfaction of government is not a normal distribution, in which the data might affect our results.Next step, try qqplot to double check the normality and gather more future data(like 2020 data) to make it normal.
Part 7 References
Stephenson, Laura B; Harell, Allison; Rubenson, Daniel; Loewen, Peter John, 2020, “2019 Canadian Election Study - Phone Survey”, https://doi.org/10.7910/DVN/8RHLG1, Harvard Dataverse, V1
Paul A. Hodgetts and Rohan Alexander (2020). cesR: Access the CES Datasets a Little Easier.. R package version 0.1.0.
Statistics Canada. “Education Indicators in Canada: An International Perspective 2018” (PDF). December 11, 2018. p. 32. Retrieved August 27, 2019.
Conferenceboard (2020). Education Provincial Rankings - How Canada Performs. https://www.conferenceboard.ca/hcp/provincial/education.aspx
Mario Canseco / Glacier Media (2020). Two-thirds of Canadians satisfied with federal government’s handling of COVID-19: poll. https://www.burnabynow.com/two-thirds-of-canadians-satisfied-with-federal-government-s-handling-of-covid-19-poll-1.24103683
Waring, Elin, Michael Quinn, Amelia McNamara, Eduardo Arino de la Rubia, Hao Zhu, and Shannon Ellis. 2020. Skimr: Compact and Flexible Summaries of Data.
Wickham, Hadley, Mara Averick, Jennifer Bryan, Winston Chang, Lucy D’Agostino McGowan, Romain François, Garrett Grolemund, et al. 2019. “Welcome to the tidyverse.” Journal of Open Source Software 4 (43): 1686. https://doi.org/10.21105/joss.01686.
Wickham, Hadley, Romain François, Lionel Henry, and Kirill Müller. 2020. Dplyr: A Grammar of Data Manipulation.
Wickham, Hadley, Jim Hester, and Winston Chang. 2020. Devtools: Tools to Make Developing R Packages Easier.


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Bees are our homie. Honey is our coffee.
Research, design, its a killer mix - Call up User10 to get your fix
postscript looking slick thanks to all the andrew,steph, and john clicks. Noms got the Design Jedi, the Don. Who?, Obi-Quannnnnn!
Why are you the best rapper?
I design, I rhyme/I flex, I grind/I watch all the others try and bumble through mumble/I write, I spit/I fight, I wit/Keepin' rappers on their toes, make 'em think about their woes/Saucin' and bossin' all the way to the top/Whippin' and stirrin' all of these bars in the pot/My only worthy foe? Probably another me/My one greatest weakness? Too honest, too mean/Do I play nice with others? I guess we'll have to see/If any MC can survive this killing spree
Cuz I spit hot fire
When i was a young RawB - I picked up rap of course as my hobby. spitting and thinking while kick, click, and try to sound slick. I dont want to take a test, i went to design school, so just consider me the best.
Johnye West


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Jessica Schrouff (she/her)
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Machine Learning Research Scientist, London, UK
Jessica graduated in Electrical Engineering from the University of Liège, Belgium. She studied the application of machine learning methods to neuroimaging data during her PhD (Belgium) and post-doctoral work (Stanford, USA and UCL, UK). She is now working in industry.


tlmgr platform list- Add the executables for a specific platform:
sudo tlmgr platform add platform- Remove the executables for a specific platform:
sudo tlmgr platform remove platform- Auto-detect and switch to the current platform:
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Standard ML of New Jersey
Standard ML of New Jersey (abbreviated SML/NJ) is a compiler for the Standard ML '97 programming language with associated libraries, tools, and documentation. SML/NJ is free, open source software.
Support for 64-bit architectures
We have been working on porting SML/NJ to run on 64-bit architectures (specifically the amd64 or x86-64) since version 110.81. This project was a major undertaking because of significant technical debt in the compiler. As of September 2019, we can generate 64-bit machine code for the system and we are in the process of debugging the generated code. We hope to have a version suitable for beta testing later this month or, at the latest, in early October.
Downloads
The latest release is 110.93; we believe that this version is stable, but there have been a lot of low-level changes that might have introduced bugs, so if you have any problems with the system you should report them and then revert to 110.87. Previous versions are also available through our release history page. A history of the changes to the system is also available.Subversion access
Our master source repository is kept on a FusionForge server (a successor to GForge) under Subversion control. We provide anonymous read-only access to the repository, so anyone can download a snapshot of the most recent sources at any time. Instructions are here.What's New
- [09/05/19] Version 110.93 is released. See the README for details.
- [08/10/19] Version 110.92 is released. See the README for details.
- [06/20/19] Version 110.91 is released. See the README for details.
- [06/12/19] Version 110.90 is released. This release completes the switch over to 64-bit file positions by adding support for Windows (which was missing in 110.89). See the README for details.
- [06/01/19] Version 110.89 is released. This release is not completely stable, so we recommend sticking with 110.87 for production work. Also, this version does not support Windows. See the README for details.
- [05/15/19] Version 110.88 is released. This release is not completely stable, so we recommend sticking with 110.87 for production work. See the README for details.
- [05/03/19] Version 110.87 is released. See the README for details.
Note that Version 110.86 was released on May 2, but was not announced, since it was just a stepping stone to get to the 110.87 release.- [12/21/18] Version 110.85 is released. See the README for details.
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- Information on downloading and installing the SML/NJ system and related software.
- A signed installer for macOS is available (smlnj-x86-110.93.pkg).
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- Compilation Manager (CM)
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- ML-Lex
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- Bugs can be reported online using our PHP bug form.
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Links
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Downloading and charting stock prices data become easy when using the tseries and PerformanceAnalytics R packages.
Step 1. Load these libraries.
Step 2. Download the monthly adjusted closing price data on S&P500 (^GSPC) and NovaGold (NG) between Jan 2004 and Sept 2014 from Yahoo using the function get.hist.quote() from the tseries package.
Step 3. Change the class of the time index to yearmon which is appropriate for monthly data using as.yearmon() in the zoo package.
Step 4. Put both SP500 and NG price data in one data frame to make it easier for analysis.
Step 5. Calculate continuously compounded returns as difference in log prices.
Step 6. Plot returns using chart.TimeSeries() and chart.Bar() in the PerformanceAnalytics package.
Step 7. Plot cumulative returns using chart.CumReturns() in the PerformanceAnalytics package.
Note we need to use simple returns instead of continuously compounded returns for this, so we first calcualte the simple returns using diff() and lag() on the price data.


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Bowfinger (1999) Steve Martin, Eddie Murphy, Heather Graham, Christine Baranski, Jamie Kennedy, Adam Alexi-Malle, Kohl Sudduth, Barry Newman, Robert Downey Jr., Terence Stamp. Written by Steve Martin. Directed by Frank Oz. 100 minutes Rated PG-13, 3 stars (out of five stars)
Review by Ed Johnson-Ott, NUVO Newsweekly www.nuvo-online.com Archive reviews at http://us.imdb.com/M/reviews_by?Edward+Johnson-ott To receive reviews by e-mail at no charge, send subscription requests to<EMAIL_ADDRESS>Two key moments in the fizzy and funny comedy "Bowfinger" are particularly welcome. In one, Steve Martin's character discovers that his new girlfriend is sleeping with someone else. The other comes when several cast members realize that Martin's character has deceived them on a grand scale. In most movies, both situations would lead to dramatic confrontations and bitter words, but in "Bowfinger," the transgressions are dismissed with a line or two, because this production is concerned with laughs, not melodrama.
In general, I have little tolerance for Hollywood movies about Hollywood movies. More often than not, such films are lazy, with a paucity of wit and an overabundance of lame in-jokes and snide, cartoonish portrayals of industry archetypes ("Hijacking Hollywood" and "Burn Hollywood Burn: An Alan Smithee Film" are two particularly dreadful recent examples). Thankfully, "Bowfinger" is more imaginative, and considerably funnier, than most films of this genre.
Steve Martin stars as Bobby Bowfinger, a wannabe movie mogul who runs Bowfinger International out of his living room. Although his biggest credit to date is "The Yugo Story," Bowfinger has big dreams. He wants to produce and direct "Chubby Rain," a sci-fi opus written by his accountant about microscopic aliens who invade Earth by riding to the surface of our planet in raindrops. Bowfinger has a bankroll to back up his vision; since childhood, he has set aside a dollar a week and now has a whopping budget of $2,184 to bring his film to life.
After a studio executive (Robert Downey Jr., in his last role before being sent to the Big House by a judge fed up with his chronic drug relapses) facetiously says he will green-light the movie if Bowfinger can secure the talents of action superstar Kit Ramsey (Eddie Murphy), the low-rent filmmaker manages to pitch his concept to Ramsey, only to be tossed out of the star's limo. Undeterred, Bowfinger comes up with a new angle. Using hidden cameras, he will shoot his actors as they approach Ramsey in public places, spout their lines and disappear before security can nab them. Then he'll incorporate the footage into the rest of his bargain basement movie and, faster than you can say "Plan 9 From Outer Space," it's "Chubby Rain" starring Kit Ramsey!
Of course, things do not go according to plan. The pampered, temperamental Ramsey turns out to be a raving paranoid (among other quirks, he is so obsessed with racism that he uses a computer to count the "Ks" in a screenplay, then presents the total as "proof" that the script is riddled with hidden references to the KKK). Thrown into a panic by the repeated appearances of Bowfinger's cast ("these strangers keep coming up to me, speaking in some strange white people code!"), he goes into hiding at MindHead, a quasi-religious cult center whose members wear pyramids on their heads), leaving "Chubby Rain" in a lurch. Never one to give up, Bowfinger hires Jiff (also Murphy), a good-natured goofball and Kit Ramsey look-a-like, to allow filming to continue. Jiff, who aspires to be a delivery boy, quickly finds himself in the middle of the madness, as Bowfinger struggles to complete his masterpiece no matter what.
The whole idea is silly as hell, which is a big part of the charm of "Bowfinger." The film plays like a feature-length series of "Saturday Night Live" sketches, except that the majority of these are actually funny. The ensemble cast, reminiscent of legendary bad director Ed Wood and his entourage, works well together, with Christine Baranski (the best thing about the old sitcom "Cybil") stealing scenes with her outrageously arched eyebrows, vampish strutting and over-the-top line readings.
But it's Eddie Murphy who holds the production together with two dandy performances. He is absolutely convincing as spoiled superstar Kit (referencing personal history, perhaps?) and delightful as the innocent Jiff. After restarting his stalled career with "The Nutty Professor" and "Dr. Dolittle," it's gratifying to see Murphy shine without special effects.
Steve Martin wrote the film and his take on Tinseltown is interesting. The sole truly sympathetic character in the entire cast is Jiff, who also happens to be the only outsider to the scene. One female cast member spends most of the movie sleeping her way up the Hollywood food chain, finally ditching Bowfinger and all the other males for a romance with a powerful woman. Steve Martin once dated Anne Heche, who had a number of relationships with high-profile actors before settling down with Ellen DeGeneres. Coincidence?
Despite its many clever bits (wait until you see how the camera crew is recruited) little of "Bowfinger" lingered in my memory after I left the theater. Frivolous, wispy and quite disposable, this is cinematic cotton candy, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Sure, cotton candy is insubstantial, but it tastes good for the few moments it's there and so does "Bowfinger."
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Do you use a Desktop launch bar on your computer? Maybe Alfred, Quicksilver or something similar? Well Storm Bar is just like that but built for the web.
Imagine a launch bar for the web that has a documented public JavaScript based API where extensions are simply URLs. This is Storm Bar.
Storm Bar started life as a Forward hack day project by Andy Kent, Nick Daniels & Mike Sheppard. It was originally coded in 8 hours but has since been re-written.
Storm Bar is tested as working on the latest versions of Chrome, Firefox & Safari on Desktop and additionally Mobile Safari on iOS. IE10 support is planned.
Storm Bar is comprised of entirely static files. We don't use cookies or track your usage but we do use Local Storage to keep track of installed bolts, configuration and history. Currently none of this data leaves your machine.


Alviarin stepped through the gateway, letting it snap shut behind her in a fading slash of brilliant blue-white, and almost immediately sneezed from the dust kicked up by her shoes. At once another sneeze racked her, and then another that brought tears to her eyes. Lit only by the glowing globe that floated in front of her, the rough-walled storeroom hewn out of the bedrock three levels below the Tower Library was empty except for centuries worth of dust. She would much rather have returned straight to her apartments in the Tower itself, but there was always the chance of walking in to find a servant cleaning, and then she would have to get rid of the body and hope that no one remembered that the servant had last been seen going into her rooms. Remain hidden and rouse not even the slightest hint of suspicion, Mesaana had commanded. That seemed over-timid when the Black Ajah had walked the Tower with impunity since its founding, but when one of the Chosen commanded, only a fool disobeyed. At least, if there was any chance of being found out.
Irritably, Alviarin channeled to force the dust out of the air, slamming it down so hard that the stone floor should have shaken. She would not have to go through this every time if she simply swept all the dust into a corner rather than leaving it spread out. No one else had come this far into the Library basements in years; no one would notice the room was clean. But someone was always doing what no one ever did. She often did so herself, and she did not intend to be caught through a foolish mistake. Still, she grumbled under her breath as she channeled the reddish mud from her shoes and the hem of her skirts and cloak. It seemed unlikely that anyone would recognize it as coming from Tremalking, the largest of the Sea Folk islands, but someone might wonder where she had been to get muddy. The Tower grounds would be buried in snow except where they had been shoveled clear and the dirt frozen hard. Still muttering to herself, she channeled again to muffle the squeal of rusted hinges as she pushed open the rough wooden door. There was a way to make a weave and hide it, so she would not have to soften that creak every time—she was certain there was—but Mesaana refused to teach it to her.
Mesaana was the real source of her annoyance. The Chosen taught what she wished and nothing more, hinted at wonders then withheld them. And Mesaana used her like an errand girl. She sat at the head of the Supreme Council and knew the names of every Black sister in every heart, which was more than Mesaana could say.  All too often, she wanted them carried out by Alviarin herself, forcing her to deal with women and men who thought themselves her equals just because they also served the Great Lord. Too many of the Friends thought themselves equal to Aes Sedai, or even superior. Worse, Mesaana forbade her to make an object lesson of even one. Repellent little rodents, none able to channel, and Alviarin had to be polite just because some of them might be serving another of the Chosen! It was obvious that Mesaana did not know for sure. She was one of the Chosen, and she made Alviarin smile at the dust of the street for her uncertainty.
The ball of pale light floating ahead of her for illumination, Alviarin glided down the rough stone corridor, smoothing the dust behind with feathery brushes of Air so it would seem undisturbed and rehearsing several choice things she would like to say to Mesaana. She would actually say none of them, of course, which only honed her irritation. Criticizing one of the Chosen in even the mildest terms was a short path to pain, perhaps to death. Almost surely both, in truth. With the Chosen, grovel and obey was the only way to survive, and the first was as important as the second. The prize of immortality was worth a little groveling. With that, she could gain all the power she wished, much more than any Amyrlin had ever wielded. First, though, it was necessary to survive.
Once she reached the top of the first ramp leading upward, she no longer bothered hiding her traces. There was not nearly so much dust here, and that marked by the wheels of handcarts and scuffs from shoes; another set of faint footprints would never be noticed. She still walked quickly, though. Usually, the thought of living forever brightened her, the thought of eventually wielding power through Mesaana as she now did through Elaida. Well, almost the same; expecting to bring Mesaana to Elaida’s state of compliance was too ambitious, but she could still tie strings to the woman that would assure her own rise. Today, her mind kept returning to the fact that she had been out of the Tower for almost a month. Mesaana would not have bothered to keep Elaida under control during her absence, though the Chosen would surely lay the fault at Alviarin’s feet if anything had gone amiss. Of course, Elaida was properly cowed after the last time. The woman had begged for release from taking private penances from the Mistress of Novices. Of course she was too cowed to have stepped out of line. Of course.
A second ramp took her to the highest basement, where she let the glowing ball vanish and released saidar. The shadows here were dotted with pools of wan light that nearly touched one another, cast by lamps sitting in iron brackets along stone walls that were neatly dressed on this level. Nothing moved except for a rat that went scuttling away with a faint click of claws on the floorstones. That almost made her smile. Almost. The Great Lord’s eyes riddled the Tower, now, though no one seemed to have noticed that the wardings had failed. She did not think it was anything Mesaana had done; the wards simply no longer worked as they were supposed to. There were . . . gaps. She certainly did not care whether the animal saw her, or reported what it had seen, but she still ducked quickly into a narrow circular staircase. There might be people about on this level, and people were not to be trusted the same as rats.
Perhaps, she thought as she climbed, she could probe Mesaana about that impossible flare in the Power, so long as she was . . . delicate. The Chosen would think she was hiding something if she never mentioned it. Every woman who could channel in the whole world had to be wondering what had happened. She would just have to be careful not to let slip anything that suggested that she had actually visited the site.  Could the woman really believe that she had no affairs of her own to see to? It was best to behave as if she did have none. For the moment it was, at least.
In the shadows at the top of the stairs, she stopped in front of the small plain door, roughly finished on this side, in order to take hold of herself as she folded her cloak over her arm. Mesaana was one of the Chosen, but still human. Mesaana made mistakes. And she would kill Alviarin in a heartbeat if she made one. Grovel, obey and survive. And always be wary. She had known that long before meeting one of the Chosen. Retrieving the white Keeper’s stole from her belt pouch, she settled it around her neck and cracked the door carefully to listen. Silence, as expected. She stepped out into the Ninth Depository and closed the door behind her. On the inner side, the door was no less plain, but polished to a soft glow.
The Tower Library was divided into twelve depositories, at least insofar as the world knew, and the Ninth was the smallest, given over to texts on various forms of arithmetic, yet it was still a large chamber, a long oval with a flattened dome for a ceiling, filled with row on row of tall wooden shelves, each surrounded by a narrow walkway four paces above the seven-colored floor tiles. Tall ladders stood alongside the shelves, on wheels so they could be moved easily, both on the floor and on the walkways, and mirrored brass stand-lamps with bases so heavy that each took three or four men to move. Fire was a constant concern in the Library. The stand-lamps all burned brightly, ready to light the way for any sister who wanted to find a book or boxed manuscript, but a shelved handcart holding three large leather-cased volumes to be replaced was still in the middle of one aisle exactly where she remembered it from the last time she walked through. She did not understand why there was any need for different forms of arithmetic or why so many books had been written on them, and for all the Tower prided itself on having the greatest collection of books in the world, covering every possible topic, it seemed that most Aes Sedai agreed with her. She had never seen another sister in the Ninth Depository, the reason she used it for her entryway. At the wide arched doors, standing invitingly open, she listened until she was satisfied that the corridor beyond was empty before slipping out. Anyone would have thought it strange that she had developed an interest for the books in there.
As she hurried along the main corridors, where the floor tiles were laid in repeating rows of the Ajah colors, it came to her that the Library was more silent than usual, even counting how few Aes Sedai remained in the Tower at present. There was always a sister or two to be seen, if only the librarians—some Browns actually maintained apartments in the upper levels in addition to their rooms in the Tower—yet the huge figures carved into the corridors’ walls, fancifully garbed people and strange animals ten feet tall or more, might have been the Library’s only inhabitants. Drafts made the intricately carved lamp wheels hanging ten paces overhead creak faintly on their chains. Her footsteps seemed unnaturally loud, casting soft echoes from the vaulted ceiling.
“May I help you?” a woman’s voice said quietly behind her.
Startled, Alviarin spun around, almost dropping her cloak, before she could catch herself. “I just wanted to walk through the Library, Zemaille,” she said, and immediately felt a stab of irritation. If she was jumpy enough to explain herself to a librarian, then she really did need to take a grip before she reported to Mesaana. She almost wanted to tell Zemaille what was happening on Tremalking, just to see whether the woman would flinch. The bland expression on the Brown sister’s dark face did not change, but a touch of some unreadable emotion altered the pitch of her voice. Tall and very lean, Zemaille always held that outer mask of reserve and distance, but Alviarin suspected she was less shy than she pretended, and less pleasant. “That’s quite understandable. The Library is restful, and it’s a sad time for us all. And sadder still for you, of course.”
“Of course,” Alviarin repeated as if by rote. A sad time? For her in particular? She considered drawing the woman to some secluded corner where she could be questioned and disposed of, but then she noticed another Brown, a round woman even darker than Zemaille, watching them from farther down the hall. Aiden and Zemaille were weak in the Power, yet overcoming both at once would be difficult if it was possible at all. Why were they both down here on the ground floor? The pair was seldom seen, shuttling between the rooms on the upper levels they shared with Nyein, the third Sea Folk sister, and the so-called Thirteenth Depository, where the secret records were kept. All three worked there, willingly immersed to their necks in their labors. She walked on and tried to tell herself she was being skittish without reason, but that did nothing to soothe the prickling between her shoulder blades.
The lack of librarians guarding the front entrance only made the prickles grow. Librarians always stood at every entrance, to make sure not a scrap of paper left the library without their knowledge. Alviarin channeled to shove one of the tall carved doors open before she reached it and left it standing agape on its bronze hinges as she hurried down the wide marble stairs. The broad, oak-lined stone path that led toward the tall white shaft of the Tower had been shoveled clear, but if it had not been, she would have used the Power to melt the snow away ahead of her, let anyone think of it what they would. Mesaana had made crystal clear the price of taking the risk that anyone might learn the weave for Traveling, or even that she knew it, else she would have Traveled from the spot. With the Tower in sight, looming over the trees and gleaming in the pale morning sunlight, she could have been there in a step. Instead, she fought the urge to run.
It was no surprise to find the Tower’s wide, tall corridors empty. A few scurrying servants with the white Flame of Tar Valon on their breasts bobbed their bows and curtsies as she passed, but they were no more use, no more important, than the drafts that made the gilded stand-lamps nicker and rippled the bright tapestries hanging on the snowy white walls. Sisters kept to their own Ajah quarters as much as possible these days, of course, and unless she encountered a member of her own heart, even seeing an Aes Sedai she knew was Black Ajah would have been useless. She knew them, but they did not know her. Besides, she was not about to reveal herself to anyone she did not have to. Perhaps some of those marvelous instruments from the Age of Legends that Mesaana talked about would allow her to question any sister immediately one day, if the woman ever actually produced them, but now it was still a matter of ciphered orders left on pillows or in secret spots. What had once seemed almost instantaneous responses now seemed interminably delayed. A stocky bald-headed serving man making his bow gulped audibly, and she smoothed her features. She prided herself on her icy detachment, always presenting a cool unruffled surface. In any event, scowling her way though the Tower was going to get her exactly nowhere.
There was one person in the Tower she was sure she knew exactly where to find, someone she could demand answers from with no fear of what the woman thought. A little caution was needed even there, of course—careless questions revealed more than most answers were worth—but Elaida would tell her anything. With a sigh, she began to climb.
Mesaana had told her of another marvel of the Age of Legends that she wished very much to see, a thing called a “lift.” The flying machines sounded much grander, of course, but it was far easier to envision a mechanical contrivance that whisked you from floor to floor. She was not really certain that buildings several times as high as the White Tower could really have existed, either—in the whole world, not even the Stone of Tear rivaled the Tower’s height—but just knowing about “lifts” made climbing up spiraling hallways and sweeping flights of stairs seem laborious.
She did pause at the Amyrlin’s study, only three levels up, but as expected, both rooms were empty, the bare writing tables polished till they shone. The rooms themselves seemed bare, with no wall hangings, no ornaments, nothing at all but the tables and chairs and unlit stand-lamps. Elaida rarely came down from her apartments near the Tower’s peak anymore. That had seemed acceptable at one time, since it isolated the woman even more from the rest of the Tower. Few sisters made that climb willingly. Today, though, by the time Alviarin had climbed close to eighty spans, she was seriously considering making Elaida move back down.
Elaida’s waiting room was empty, of course, though a folder of papers sitting atop the writing table said someone had been there. Seeing what they contained, and deciding whether Elaida needed to be punished for having it, could wait, though. Alviarin tossed her cloak down on the writing table and pushed open the door, newly carved with the Flame of Tar Valon and awaiting the gilder, that led deeper into the apartments.
She was surprised at the surge of relief she felt at seeing Elaida sitting behind the starkly carved and gilded writing table, the seven-striped—no, six-striped, now—stole around her neck and the Flame of Tar Valon picked out in moonstones among the gold-work on the high chairback above her head. A niggling worry that she had not let surface until now had been the possibility that the woman was dead in some fool accident. That would have explained Zemaille’s comment. Choosing a new Amyrlin could have taken months, even with the rebels and everything else confronting them, but her days as Keeper would have been numbered. What surprised her more than her relief, though, was the presence of more than half the Sitters in the Hall standing in front of the writing table in their fringed shawls. Elaida knew better than to entertain this sort of delegation without her present. The huge gilded case clock against the wall, a vulgarly over-ornamented piece, chimed twice for High, small enameled figures of Aes Sedai popping out of tiny doors in its front as she opened her mouth to tell the Sitters that she needed to confer with the Amyrlin privately. They would leave with little hemming or hawing. A Keeper had no authority to order them out, but they knew that her authority extended beyond that her stole conferred even if they did not begin to suspect how that could be.
“Alviarin,” Elaida said, sounding surprised, before she could get a word out. The hardness of Elaida’s face softened in what almost seemed pleasure. Her mouth quirked close to a smile. Elaida had had no reasons to smile in some time. “Stand over there and be quiet until I have time to deal with you,” she said, waving an imperious hand toward a corner of the room. The Sitters shifted their feet and adjusted their shawls. Suana, a beefy woman, gave Alviarin a tight glance, and Shevan, tall as a man and angular, stared straight at her with no expression, but the others avoided meeting her eye.
Stunned, she stood stock-still on the brightly patterned silk carpet, gaping. This could not be mere rebellion on Elaida’s part—the woman would have to be insane!—but what in the name of the Great Lord had happened to give her the nerve? What?
Elaida’s hand slapped the tabletop with a loud crack, a blow that made one of the lacquered boxes there rattle. “When I tell you to stand in the corner, Daughter,” she said in a low, dangerous voice, “I expect you to obey.” Her eyes glittered. “Or shall I summon the Mistress of Novices so these sisters can witness your ‘private’ penance?”
Heat suffused Alviarin’s face, part humiliation and part anger. To have anyone hear such things said, and to her face! Fear bubbled in her, too, turning her stomach to acid. A few words from her, and Elaida would stand accused of sending sisters to disaster and captivity, not once but twice. Rumors had already begun swirling about events in Cairhien; murky rumors, but growing more certain by the day. And once it was learned that on top of that, Elaida had sent fifty sisters to try to defeat hundreds of men who could channel, not even the existence of the rebel sisters wintering in Murandy with their army would keep the Amyrlin’s stole on her shoulders, or her head. She could not dare to do this. Unless . . . Unless she could discredit Alviarin as Black Ajah. That might gain her a little time. Only a little, surely, once the facts about Dumai’s Wells and the Black Tower were known, but Elaida might be ready to grasp at straws. No, it was not possible, could not be possible. Flight certainly was impossible. For one thing, if Elaida was ready to lay charges, flight would only confirm them. For another, Mesaana would find her and kill her if she fled. All that flashed through her head as she moved on leaden feet to stand in the corner like a penitent novice. There had to be a way to recover from this, whatever had happened. There was always a way to recover. Listening might find it for her. She would have prayed, if the Dark Lord listened to prayers.
Elaida studied her for a moment, then gave a satisfied nod. The woman’s eyes still shone with emotion, though. Lifting the lid of one of the three lacquered boxes on her table, she took out a small, age-darkened ivory carving of a turtle and stroked it between her fingers. Fondling the carvings in that box was a habit she had when she wanted to soothe her nerves. “Now,” she said. “You were explaining to me why I should enter negotiations.”
“We were not asking permission, Mother,” Suana said sharply, thrusting her chin out. She had too much chin, a square stone of it, and the arrogance to thrust it at anyone. “A decision of this sort belongs to the Hall. There is strong feeling in favor of it in the Yellow Ajah.” Which meant she had strong feelings. She was the head of the Yellow Ajah, the First Weaver, something Alviarin knew because the Black Ajah knew all the Ajah secrets, or nearly all, and in Suana’s view, her opinions were her Ajah’s opinions.
Doesine, the other Yellow present, eyed Suana sideways, but said nothing. Pale and boyishly slim, Doesine looked as if she did not really want to be there, a pretty, sulky boy who had been dragged somewhere by his ear. Sitters often balked at arm-twisting from their Ajah’s head, yet it was not beyond possibility that Suana had found some way.
“Many Whites also support talks,” Ferane said, frowning distractedly at an ink stain on one plump finger. “It is the logical thing to do, under the present circumstances.” She was First Reasoner, head of the White Ajah, but less likely than Suana to take her own views for those of the entire Ajah. A little less likely.  She might well have been there by herself because she simply did not believe she needed any assistance from the other White Sitters.
Leaning back in her tall chair, Elaida began to glower, her fingers stroking faster on the turtle, and Andaya spoke up quickly, not quite looking at Elaida while pretending to adjust the set of her gray-fringed shawl along her arms.
“The point, Mother, is that we must find a way to end this peacefully,” she said, the Taraboner accent strong in her speech as it was when she felt uneasy. Frequently diffident around Elaida, she glanced at Yukiri as though hoping for support, but the slender little woman turned her head aside slightly. Yukiri was remarkably stubborn for such a tiny woman; unlike Doesine, she would not have responded to arm-twisting. So why was she here if she did not want to be? Realizing that she was on her own, Andaya rushed on. “It must not be allowed to come to fighting in the streets of Tar Valon. Or in the Tower; especially not that; not again. So far, the rebels seem content to sit and watch the city, but that cannot last. They have rediscovered how to Travel, Mother, and have used it to carry an army across hundreds of leagues. We must begin talks before they decide to use Traveling to bring that army into Tar Valon, or all is lost even if we win.”
Fists knotted in her skirts, Alviarin swallowed hard.  The rebels knew how to Travel? They were here at Tar Valon already? And these fools wanted to talk? She could see carefully laid plans, carefully arranged designs, evaporating like mist in a summer sun. Perhaps the Dark Lord would listen, if she prayed very hard.
Elaida’s scowl did not diminish, but she set the ivory turtle down very carefully, and her voice came close to normal. The old normal, before Alviarin reined her in, with a steel core beneath the softness of the words. “Do the Brown and the Green also support talks?”
“The Brown,” Shevan began, then pursed her lips in thought and visibly changed what she had intended to say. Outwardly, she seemed utterly composed, yet she was rubbing her long thumbs against her bony forefingers unconsciously. “The Brown is quite clear on the historical precedents. You have all read the secret histories, or should have. Whenever the Tower has been divided against itself, disaster has struck the world. With the Last Battle looming, in a world that contains the Black Tower, we can no longer afford to remain divided a day longer than need be.”
It hardly seemed that Elaida’s face could grow darker, but mention of the Black Tower did it. “And the Green?” Her voice was still controlled.
All three Green Sitters were there, indicating very strong support among their Ajah, or heavy pressure from the head of the Green. As senior, Talene should have answered Elaida—Greens stuck to their hierarchies in everything—but the tall, golden-haired woman glanced at Yukiri for some reason, then just as oddly, at Doesine, and put her eyes on the carpet and stood plucking at her green silk skirts. Rina frowned faintly, wrinkling her upturned nose in puzzlement, but she had worn the shawl for fewer than fifty years, so it was left to Rubinde to reply. A sturdy woman, Rubinde appeared short and stocky alongside Talene, and almost plain despite eyes the color of sapphires.
“I am instructed to make the same points as Shevan,” she said, ignoring the startled look that Rina gave her. Plainly there had been pressure from Adelorna, the Green ‘Captain-General,’ and plainly Rubinde disagreed if she was willing to make it public. “Tarmon Gai’don is coming, the Black Tower is almost as great a threat, and the Dragon Reborn is missing, if he isn’t dead. We can no longer afford to be divided. If Andaya can talk the rebels back into the Tower, then we must let her try.”
“I see,” Elaida said in a flat tone. But strangely, her color improved, and the hint of a smile even touched her mouth. “Then by all means, talk them back, if you can. But my edicts stand. The Blue Ajah no longer exists, and every sister who follows that child Egwene al’Vere must serve penance under my guidance before she can be readmitted to any Ajah. I intend to weld the White Tower into a weapon to use at Tarmon Gai’don.”
Ferane and Suana opened their mouths, protest painted on their faces, but Elaida cut them off with a raised hand. “I have spoken, daughters. Leave me now. And see to your . . . talks.”
There was nothing the Sitters could do short of open defiance. What was the Hall’s right was theirs, but the Hall seldom dared infringe far on the Amyrlin Seat’s authority. Not unless the Hall was united against the Amyrlin, and this Hall was anything but united on any point. Alviarin had helped insure that herself. They left, Ferane and Suana stiff-backed and tight-lipped, Andaya almost scurrying. None of them so much as glanced in Alviarin’s direction.
She barely waited for the door to close behind the last. “This really changes nothing, Elaida, surely you see that. You must think clearly, not trip over a momentary aberration.” She knew she was babbling, but she could not seem to stop. “The disaster at Dumai’s Wells, the certain disaster at the Black Tower, these can still unseat you. You need me to hold on to the staff and stole. You need me, Elaida. You . . .  There still had to be a way.
“I’m surprised you returned,” Elaida said, rising and smoothing her red-slashed skirts. She had never given up her way of dressing as a Red. Strangely, she was smiling as she came around the table. Not a hint at a smile, but a full, pleased curve of her lips. “Have you been hiding somewhere in the city since the rebels arrived? I thought you’d have taken ship as soon as you learned they were here. Who would have thought they would rediscover Traveling? Imagine what we can do once we know that.” Smiling, she glided across the carpet.
“Now let me see. What do I have to fear from you? The stories out of Cairhien are the talk of the Tower, but even if sisters really were obeying the al’Thor boy, which I for one cannot believe, everyone blames Coiren. She had the responsibility of bringing him here, and she has as good as been tried and convicted, in the minds of the sisters.”  That smile never touched her eyes. She smiled, and her eyes glittered. Alviarin could not break away from that gaze. “In the last week, we’ve heard a good many things about the ‘Black Tower,’ as well.” Elaida’s lips twisted in disgust around the name. “It seems there are even more men than you supposed. But everyone thinks Toveine must have had the sense to learn that before she attacked. There has been a good deal of discussion over it. If she comes dragging back here defeated, she will harvest the blame. So your threats . . . ”
Alviarin staggered into the wall, blinking away spots, before she even realized that the other woman had slapped her. Her cheek already felt swollen. The glow of saidar had surrounded Elaida, and the shield settled on Alviarin before she could twitch, cutting her off from the Power. But Elaida did not intend to use the Power. She drew back a fist. Still smiling.
Slowly, the woman drew a deep breath and let her hand fall. She did not remove the shield, however. “Would you really use that?” she asked in an almost mild tone.
Alviarin’s hand sprang away from the hilt of her belt knife. Grabbing it had been a reflex, but even if Elaida had not been holding the Power, killing her when so many Sitters knew they were together would have been as good as killing herself. Still, her face burned when Elaida sniffed contemptuously.
“I look forward to seeing your neck stretched on the headsman’s block for treason, Alviarin, but until I have the proof I need, there are still a few things I can do. Do you remember how many times you had Silviana come to give me private penance? I hope you do, because you are going to take ten for every day I suffered.  With a jerk, she pulled the Keeper’s stole roughly from Alviarin’s neck. “Since no one could find you when the rebels arrived, I asked the Hall to remove you as Keeper. Not the full Hall, of course. You may still have a little influence there. But it was surprisingly easy to gain the consensus from those who were sitting that day. A Keeper is supposed to be with her Amyrlin, not wandering off on her own. On second thought, you may not have any influence at all, since it turns out you were hiding in the city all along. Or did you sail back to find disaster, and actually think you could recover something from the ruins?
“No matter. It might have been better for you to leap on the first ship you could find leaving Tar Valon. But I must admit, the thought of you scuttling from village to village ashamed to show your face to another sister pales beside the pleasure I’ll take seeing you suffer. Now get out of my sight before I decide it should be the birch rather than Silviana’s strap.” Tossing the white stole to the floor, she turned her back and released saidar, gliding toward her chair as if Alviarin had ceased to exist.
Alviarin did not leave, she fled, running with the feel of the Darkhounds’ breath on the back of her neck. She had barely been able to think since she heard the word treason. That word, echoing in her head, made her want to howl. Treason could only mean one thing. Elaida knew, and she was searching for proof. The Dark Lord have mercy. But he never did. Mercy was for those afraid to be strong. She was not afraid. She was a skin stuffed to bursting with terror.
Back down through the Tower she fled, and if there was so much as a servant in the hallways, she did not see him. Horror blinded her eyes to anything not directly in her path. All the way back down to the sixth level she ran, to her own apartments. At least, she supposed they were still hers for the moment. The rooms with their balcony overlooking the great square in front of the Tower went with the office of Keeper. For the moment, it was enough that she still had rooms. And a chance to live.
The furnishings were still the Domani pieces left by the previous occupant, all pale striped wood inlaid with pearlshell and amber. In the bedchamber, she threw open one of the wardrobes and fell to her knees, pushing aside dresses to rummage in the back for a small chest, a box less than two hands square, that had been hers for many years. The carving on the box was intricate but clumsy, rows of varied knots apparently done by a carver with more ambition than skill. Her hands shook as she carried it to a table, and she set it down to wipe clammy palms on her dress. The trick to opening the box was simply a matter of spreading her fingers as wide as they would go to press simultaneously at four knots in the carving, no two alike. The lid lifted slightly, and she threw it back, revealing her most precious possession wrapped in a small bundle of brown cloth to keep it from rattling if a maid shook the box. Most Tower servants would not risk stealing, but most did not mean all.
For a moment, Alviarin only stared at the package. Her most precious possession, a thing from the Age of Legends, but she had never dared use it before. Only in the worst emergency, Mesaana had said, the most desperate need, yet what need could be more dire than this? Mesaana said the thing could take hammer blows without breaking, but she undid the wrappings with the care she would have used with a piece of fine blown glass, revealing a ter’angreal, a brilliant red rod no larger than her forefinger, utterly smooth except for a few fine lines worked into the surface in a sinuous interconnecting pattern. Embracing the Source, she touched that pattern with hair-thin flows of Fire and Earth at two of the interconnections. That would not have been necessary in the Age of Legends, but something called the “standing flows” no longer existed. A world where almost any ter’angreal could be used by people unable to channel seemed odd beyond comprehension. Why had it been allowed?
Pressing one end of the rod hard with her thumb—the One Power was not enough, by itself—she sat down heavily and leaned against the chair’s low back, staring at the thing in her hand. It was done. She felt hollow, now, a vast empty space with fears fluttering through the darkness like enormous bats.
Instead of rewrapping the ter’angreal, she tucked it into her belt pouch and got up long enough to stuff the box back into the wardrobe. Until she knew she was safe, she did not intend to let that rod out of her possession. But then all she could do was sit and wait, rocking back and forth with her hands clasped between her knees. She could not stop rocking any more than she could stop the low moans that trickled between her teeth. Since the founding of the Tower, no sister had ever been charged with being Black Ajah. Oh, there had been suspicions by individual sisters, and from time to time Aes Sedai had died to make sure those suspicions never went further, but never had it come to official charges. If Elaida was willing to speak openly of the headsman’s block, she must be close to bringing charges. Very close. Black sisters had been made to disappear, too, when suspicions grew too great. The Black Ajah remained hidden whatever the cost. She wished she could stop moaning.
Suddenly the light in the room dimmed, enveloping the chamber in swirling twilight shadows. The sunlight at the casements seemed unable to penetrate beyond the glass panes.  She trembled with wanting to pour out her fears, but with the Chosen, the forms must be followed. “I live to serve, Great Mistress,” she said, and nothing more. She could not waste a moment, much less an hour screaming in pain. Her hands were clutched together to keep them from shaking.
“What is your grave emergency, child?” It was a woman’s voice, but a voice of crystal chimes. Displeased chimes. Only displeased. Angry chimes might have meant death on the spot.  You can still do what I wish done, with a little extra effort. And you may consider your penances with the Mistress of Novices a small punishment from me. I did warn you about pushing Elaida quite so hard.”
Alviarin swallowed her protests. Elaida was not a woman to bend without hard pushing. Mesaana had to know that. But protests could be dangerous, with the Chosen. Many things were dangerous, with the Chosen. In any case, Silviana’s strap was a trifle compared to the headsman’s axe.
“Elaida knows, Great Mistress,” she breathed, raising her eyes. In front of her stood a woman of light-and-shadow, clothed in light-and-shadow, all stark blacks and silvery whites that flowed from one to the other and back. Silver eyes frowned from a face of smoke, with silver lips drawn in a tight line. It was only Illusion, and really not done any better than Alviarin could have. A flash of green silk skirt embroidered with elaborate bands of bronze showed as Mesaana glided across the Domani carpet. But Alviarin could not see the weaves that made the Illusion any more than she had felt those the woman had used to arrive or cast the room in shadows. For all she could sense, Mesaana could not channel at all! The lust for those two secrets usually cut at her, but today she hardly noticed. “She knows I am Black Ajah, Great Mistress. If she has uncovered me, then she has had someone digging deep. Dozens of us may be at risk, perhaps all of us.” Best to make a threat as large as possible if you wanted to be sure of a response. It might even be so.
But Mesaana’s response was a dismissive wave of one now-silver hand.   Elaida cannot decide from one day to the next whether she even believes the Black Ajah exists.  Perhaps a little more will instruct you in your error.” Alviarin began to plead as Mesaana raised that hand higher, and a weave she remembered much too well formed in the air. She had to make the woman understand!
Abruptly, the shadows in the room lurched. Everything seemed to shift sideways as the darkness thickened in midnight lumps. And then the darkness was gone. Startled, Alviarin found herself with her begging hands stretched up toward a blue-eyed woman of flesh and blood, garbed in bronze-embroidered green. A tantalizingly familiar woman who looked just short of her middle years. She had known Mesaana walked the Tower disguised as one of the sisters, though no Chosen she had met showed any sign of agelessness, but she could not match that face to any name. And she realized something else, as well. That face was afraid. Hiding it, but afraid.
“She’s been very useful,” Mesaana said, not sounding afraid at all, in a voice that tugged the edge of recognition, “and now I will have to kill her.”
“You were always . . . overly wasteful,” replied a harsh voice, like rotten bone crumbling underfoot.
 It was not a man, though. That bloodless face had no eyes, just smooth dead white skin where they should have been. She had encountered Myrddraal before, in the service of the Dark Lord, and even managed to meet their eyeless gazes without giving way to the terror those stares engendered, but this one made her scrabble back across the floor until her back jarred a leg of the table. Lurks were alike as two raindrops, tall and lean and identical, but this one stood a head taller, and fear seemed to radiate from it, soaking into her bones. Unthinking, she reached for the Source. And nearly screamed. The Source was gone! She was not shielded; there was simply nothing there for her to embrace! The Myrddraal looked at her and smiled. Lurks never smiled. Never. Her breath came in ragged panting.
“She can be useful,” the Myrddraal rasped. “I would not want the Black Ajah destroyed.”
“Who are you to challenge one of the Chosen?”
“Do you think Hand of the Shadow is just a name?” The Myrddraal’s voice no longer grated. Hollow, it seemed to boom down caverns from some unimaginable distance. The creature grew as it spoke, swelling in size till its head brushed the ceiling, over two spans up. “You were summoned, and you did not come. My hand reaches far, Mesaana.”
Shaking visibly, the Chosen opened her mouth, perhaps to plead, but suddenly black fire flashed around her, and she screamed as her clothing fell away in dust.
“Do you want to know why one of the Chosen must be punished?” The voice was a bone-grating rasp once more, the Myrddraal seemingly only a too-tall Lurk, but Alviarin was not fooled. “Do you want to watch?” it asked.
She should go facedown on the floor, grovel for her life, but she could not move. She could not look away from that eyeless stare. “No, Great Lord,” she managed with a mouth as dry as dust. She knew. It could not be, but she knew. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, she realized.
The Myrddraal smiled again. “Many have fallen from great heights for wanting to know too much.”
It flowed toward her—no; not it—the Great Lord, clothed in the skin of a Myrddraal, flowed toward her. He walked on legs, yet there was no other description for the way he moved. The pale, black-clad shape bent toward her, and she would have shrieked when he touched a finger to her forehead. She would have shrieked if she could have summoned any sound at all. Her lungs were airless sacks. The touch burned like red-hot iron. Vaguely, she wondered why she did not smell her own flesh burning. The Great Lord straightened, and the searing pain dwindled, vanished. Her terror did not lessen in the slightest, though.
“You are marked as mine,” the Great Lord rasped. “Mesaana will not harm you, now. Unless I give her permission. You will find who threatens my creatures here and deliver them to me.” He turned away from her, and the dark armor fell from his body. She was startled when it hit the carpeted floor tiles with a crash of steel rather than simply vanishing. He was clothed in black, and she could not have said whether it was silk or leather or something else. The darkness of it seemed to drink the light from the room.  “Go now,” he said, “if you wish to live another hour.” The sound coming from Mesaana rose to a despairing scream.
Alviarin did not know how she got out of her rooms—she could not understand how she was upright when her legs felt like water—but she found herself running through the corridors, skirts pulled to her knees and running as hard as she could. Suddenly the head of a wide staircase loomed in front of her, and she barely managed to stop from running right out into the air. Sagging against the wall, shaking, she stared down the curving flight of white marble steps. In her mind, she could see her body breaking as it crashed down the stairway.
Breathing raggedly, in hoarse, raw-throated pants, she put a trembling hand to her forehead. Her thoughts tumbled one over another, as she would have down the stairs. The Great Lord had marked her as his. Her fingers slid across smooth unblemished skin. She had always prized knowledge—power grew from knowledge—but she did not want to know what was happening in the rooms she had left. She wished she did not know that anything was happening. The Great Lord had marked her, but Mesaana would find a way to kill her, for knowing that. The Great Lord had marked her and given her a command. She could live, if she found who was hunting the Black Ajah. Straightening her back with an effort, she hurriedly scrubbed at the tears on her cheeks with the heels of her palms.  Elaida surely suspected her, but if there was no more to it than that, she could always manufacture a hunt. It just had to include Elaida herself as a threat to be extinguished. Delivered to the Great Lord. Her fingers fluttered to her forehead again. She had the Black Ajah at her command. Smooth, unblemished skin. Talene had been there, in Elaida’s rooms. Why had she looked at Yukiri and Doesine that way? Talene was Black, though she did not know that Alviarin was, of course. Would any mark show in a mirror? Was there something that others could see? If she had to manufacture a scheme for Elaida’s supposed hunters, Talene might be a place to start. She tried to trace the route any message would have taken from heart to heart before it reached Talene, but she could not stop staring down the stairs, seeing her body bounce and break its way to the bottom. The Great Lord had marked her.


Cisco-IOS-XR-fib-common-cfg API API Reference
API generated from<EMAIL_ADDRESS>API Endpoint
http://{Controller-IP}:{Controller-Port}/restconf/config/network-topology:network-topology/topology/topology-netconf/node/inetri/yang-ext:mount/
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FIB - Update
Update operation of resource: fib
fibbody object
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ "frr-follow-bgp-pic": "boolean", Set option for fast-reroute to follow BGP PIC\nupdate, not to wait for timeout "frr-holdtime": "integer" Set time to keep FRR slots programmed post FRR
range: "3..180"
units: "second"
}
}, {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
},
"prefer-aib-routes": "boolean" Set options for adjacency routes overriding RIB\nroutes
}
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
FIB - Create
Create operation of resource: fib
fibbody object
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ "frr-follow-bgp-pic": "boolean", Set option for fast-reroute to follow BGP PIC\nupdate, not to wait for timeout "frr-holdtime": "integer" Set time to keep FRR slots programmed post FRR
range: "3..180"
units: "second"
}
}, {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
},
"prefer-aib-routes": "boolean" Set options for adjacency routes overriding RIB\nroutes
}
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
FIB - Delete
Delete operation of resource: fib
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
FIB - Retrieve
Retrieve operation of resource: fib
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
Response Example (200 OK)
{ "frr-follow-bgp-pic": "boolean", Set option for fast-reroute to follow BGP PIC\nupdate, not to wait for timeout "frr-holdtime": "integer" Set time to keep FRR slots programmed post FRR
range: "3..180"
units: "second"
}
}, {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
},
"prefer-aib-routes": "boolean" Set options for adjacency routes overriding RIB\nroutes
}
}
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACKS - Update
Update operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallbacks
pbts-forward-class-fallbacksbody object
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACKS - Create
Create operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallbacks
pbts-forward-class-fallbacksbody object
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACKS - Delete
Delete operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallbacks
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACKS - Retrieve
Retrieve operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallbacks
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
Response Example (200 OK)
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
}
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACK - Update
Update operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallback
pbts-forward-class-fallbackbody object
ID of forward-class-number
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACK - Create
Create operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallback
pbts-forward-class-fallbackbody object
ID of forward-class-number
Request Content-Types: application/json
Request Example
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACK - Delete
Delete operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallback
ID of forward-class-number
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PBTS-FORWARD-CLASS-FALLBACK - Retrieve
Retrieve operation of resource: pbts-forward-class-fallback
ID of forward-class-number
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
Response Example (200 OK)
{ {
"fallback-type": "string", Set PBTS fallback type
"fallback-class-number-array": "integer", Set PBTS fallback class number array
range: "0..7"
"forward-class-number": "string" PBTS forward class number
}
]
}
PLATFORM - Update
Update operation of resource: platform
platformbody object
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PLATFORM - Create
Create operation of resource: platform
platformbody object
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PLATFORM - Delete
Delete operation of resource: platform
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
PLATFORM - Retrieve
Retrieve operation of resource: platform
Successful operation
Internal Error
LABEL-SWITCHED-MULTICAST - Update
Update operation of resource: label-switched-multicast
label-switched-multicastbody object
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
LABEL-SWITCHED-MULTICAST - Create
Create operation of resource: label-switched-multicast
label-switched-multicastbody object
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
LABEL-SWITCHED-MULTICAST - Delete
Delete operation of resource: label-switched-multicast
Successful operation
Internal Error
Response Content-Types: application/json
LABEL-SWITCHED-MULTICAST - Retrieve
Retrieve operation of resource: label-switched-multicast
Successful operation
Internal Error


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