Entrees
Ingredients
- 1½ lbs ground beef
- 1 onion, small
- ½ cup beef broth or 1 beef bouillon cube
- 1 tsp mustard powder
- 1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
- 1 cup oats (acutal oats, not oatmeal)
- 1 tsp Lawry's seasoned salt
- ½ tsp nutmeg
- ¼ tsp pepper
- ½ tsp salt
- 1 pastry for double-crust pie or 2 ready-made pie crusts
- ⅛ cup butter
- ⅛ to ¼ tsp ground cloves (optional)
- HP Sauce to taste
Directions
- Preheat oven to 350° F and put a kettle of water on to boil.
- Place one pie crust in a deep-style pie pan. Prick crust with a fork several times and bake for 5-10 minutes.
- In a large skillet with deep sides, sauté ground beef/lamb with onions. Season well with Lawry's, salt and pepper. Mix well to combine.
- When beef loses its pink color, stir in oats and beef broth or bullion cube. Then cover mixture entirely with boiling water. Simmer mixture for 10-15 minutes until water is mostly gone. Then stir in Worcestershire Sauce, dry mustard and spices.
- Spoon the mixture into the partially baked pie crust and dot the top of the filling with diced butter. Place top crust on filling, crimp sides, vent crust, and bake for 1 to 1¼ hours. Make sure crust is slightly browned.
- Let stand for five minutes before serving.
- You can top with some HP sauce to add a bit of tangy goodness if you like.
Submitted by Steven Dockery
I grew up playing Trad music (Scottish/Irish/Breton music). I've played the highland bagpipes for almost 25 years and won solo and band prizes at the Scottish games throughout the southeast US. If you've ever been to the Scottish games, you know food is a big part, and my favorite memories from going to the games over the years always involves a warm, delicious, and filling meat pie. As a kid, a meat pie and an Irn-Bru soda always hit the spot. As an adult, a meat pie and a brown ale or stout is just the ticket for a cool fall or winter day.
Family Style Green Beans
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min
Ingredients
- Canned green beans
- Smoked turkey necks
- Frozen Season Blend to taste
- 1 box chicken broth
- Lawry's Seasoned Salt to taste
- Just a little olive oil
- Love
Directions
- Head up olive oil on medium heat.
- Add seasoned blend to the pan and allow to saute and cook down a little.
- Cover with Lawry's Seasoned Salt and Frozen Seasoned Blend.
- Add smoked turkey necks.
- Drain green beans and add to pot.
- Cover green beans with chicken broth.
- Allow green beans to boil then set to simmer (continue to stir while boiling).
- Enjoy!
Submitted by Leslie Moore
I always wanted a signature dish to make when we had gatherings pre-COVID19 whether it was for a potluck or just with friends and family. I asked my good friend who is an amazing cook to teach me how she made her green beans which are one of my favorite veggies. Her response was "Green Beans! I just throw them in a pan!" The way they taste every time I make them, makes me feel like I am the Matriarch of my family! They taste like I've been cooking for decades but the recipe is very simple.
*small tip: In our black community it is rare that we measure ingredients out so if you feel like you put enough... just add a little more but remember you can never add enough love!
Pancit
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 10 min | Total Time: 20 min
Ingredients
- 1 tbsp peanut oil (or vegetable oil)
- 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breast (sliced into bite-sized pieces)
- 2 cloves garlic (finely chopped)
- 1 small onion (finely chopped)
- 8 oz pack bihon noodles, vermicelli noodles, or rice noodles
- 1½ cups mixed vegetables, such as: carrots, cabbage and green beans, and scallions (chopped to bite size)
- salt and pepper to taste
- lemon wedges (optional)
Pancit Sauce:
- 2 cups low sodium chicken stock
- 2 tbsp dark soy sauce
- 2 tbsp soy sauce
- 1 tbsp oyster sauce
- 1 tsp sugar
Directions
- In a wok or a large pan over medium heat, add oil and chicken and cook until tender. Transfer to a plate and set aside.
- Add garlic and onion and cook for 2 minutes. Add the cooked chicken and season with a little salt and pepper.
- Stir in the veggies and cook for another 3-4 minutes or until a little tender.
- Add all the ingredients for the pancit sauce and bring to a boil.
- Add rice noodles and stir until all the noodles are coated with the sauce. Keep on stirring and cooking until the noodles are tender (3-4 minutes).
- Add more stock (or water) if the dish is dry before the noodles are tender.
- Season with salt and pepper and more soy sauce if necessary. Serve immediately with lemon wedges.
Submitted by Courtney Ignacio
This is a well known Filipino dish, I grew up eating it :)
Bob's Spanish Rice
Prep Time: 5 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 35 min
Ingredients
- 1 cup white rice
- 2 cups chicken broth (or 16 oz can)
- 1 tomato, diced
- 1 tbsp oil
- salt and pepper, to taste
Directions
- In a large sauce pan, add oil and rice, heat to medium heat, brown the rice for 5 minutes, stirring constantly.
- Add diced tomato, stir for 3 more minutes.
- Add 2 cups chicken broth, stir well, lower heat to simmer, and cover sauce pan for 20 minutes.
- Stir rice occasionally, make sure heat is not to high and burns rice. Broth will cook into the rice. Cook until rice is fluffy.
- Add salt and pepper, to taste.
Submitted by Bob Ruybal
We eat Spanish Rice with our Tamales, Enchiladas and Chili Rellenos
Murphy Family Coddle
Prep Time: 30 min | Cook Time: 4-5 hrs | Total Time: 4-5 hrs
Ingredients
- 1 lb pork belly (or 1 lb thick cut bacon)
- 1 lb pork sasuages (suggested varieties include kielbasa, Andouille, Italian, or whatever you like)
- 3-4 lbs potatoes
- 2 large yellow onions
- 1 bundle fresh washed collard greens, mustard, or kale
- 2 cups chicken stock
- 4 cloves garlic, diced
- 3 tbsp fresh chopped parsley
- 1 can Guinness stout
- salt
- pepper
Directions
- If using whole russet potatoes, wash and peel first, if using smaller red potatoes, wash thoroughly, and then chop the potatoes into 2 inch chunks, set aside in cold water.
- If pork belly came skin on, remove skin first, then cube pork belly into 1 inch squares. If using thick cut bacon, rough chop bacon into 1 inch slices and then brown your pork belly (bacon) in the bottom of a large stock pot.
- Once browned, remove pork belly (bacon) and set aside on a paper towel and brown your sausages if they are not pre cooked.
- Once browned, slice the sausages into large pieces and set aside.
- Preheat your oven to 300 deg Fahrenheit
- In remaining pork belly and sausage fat, sauté your chopped onions until translucent, and add in chopped garlic once onions are sweat through.
- In stock pot, start layering ingredients. Onions, pork belly, sausage and then potatoes. Each layer should be seasoned liberally with salt and pepper and then parsley. Continue layering until all ingredients are used.
- Pour stock and one can of Guinness over mixture and add water if needed to just cover the ingredients.
- On the stove top, place the stock pot over med high heat and bring to a boil.
- Once at a boil, rough chop you thoroughly washed greens and start adding to pot in handfuls and allow to wilt in.
- Cover stock pot and place it in oven for 3-4 hours checking occasionally to make sure there is still liquid in the pot, add water or more Guinness if needed.
- After pot has been in the oven 3-4 hours turn off the oven, and place pot back on stovetop over low heat until ready to serve. (Note: you can also let cool and cover and store in your refrigerator for serving at a later date or time as well, just reheat on stove top over med low heat.)
Submitted by Sean Murphy
I was looking for a new recipe for St Patrick's day as it was always tradition in my house growing up to have corned beef and cabbage, however my wife Erin is not a fan of Corned Beef. So, in looking for other traditional Irish Recipes, we came across a dish called "Dublin Coddle". In researching the dish, it was found that there is really no one way to make this, it varies from house to house, but the basic potatoes, sausage, onion and parsley seemed to permeate through all varieties. Since we were both raised in North Carolina, we decided to add Greens to our variety of Coddle and we now make this each and every year at St Patrick's day with a side of Irish Soda bread and we have all of our neighbors over to share.
Shrimp and Grits
Prep Time: 1 hr | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 80 min
Ingredients
- 1 lb large, peeled and deveined shrimp
- 1 lemon, zested and juiced
- 1 tsp salt
- ¼ tsp frehly grated black pepper
- 1 tsp old bay seasoning
- ¼ tsp crushed red pepper flakes
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- 3 cups chicken stock
- 1 cup yellow stone ground grits
- ½ cup heavy cream
- ⅓ cup extra sharp shredded cheddar cheese
- 2 garlic cloves, crushed
- 1 lb heirloom tomatoes, diced
- 2 oz unsalted butter
- 2 scallions, thinly sliced
- 4 lemon wedges
Directions
- Place shrimp in a bowl and add half the salt, the pepper, old bay, and crushed red pepper. Toss gently and set aside.
- Prepare the grits: bring stock to a boil. Add the remaining salt, and slowly wisk the grits in. Reduce the heat to low. Cook the grits for 15 min stirring often. When the grits are close to done, whisk in the heavy cream and then gently whisk in the cheese. If the grits are too thick, add a little more stock. If they are thin, cook another 1-2 min. Set them aside.
- Add olive oil to the saute pan and bring to medium heat for cooking the shrimp. Cook 1-2 min per side (until shrimp is pink) Add garlic and saute about 1 more min. Add tomatoes and lemon and cook 1-2 more minutes. Add butter until melted and adjust seasoning as desired.
- Divide the grits into 4 bowls and top with the shrimp / tomato mixture. Garnish with scallions and lemon wedges. Serve immediately.
Submitted by Karin Davies
I think shrimp and grits is considered a quintessential "new" Southern dish :-)
Lesley's Zucchini Pie
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Ingredients
- 4 cups thinly sliced zucchini
- 1½ cups chopped onion
- ½ cup butter or margarine
- ½ tsp salt
- ½ tsp pepper
- ½ cup fresh chopped parsley
- ¼ tsp garlic powder
- ¼ tsp fresh basil
- ¼ tsp oregano
- 8 oz can Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
- 2 tsp Dijon mustard
- 2 eggs, well beaten
- 8 oz (2 cups) shredded cheese: Cheddar/Colby, or whatever cheese you like
Directions
- Head oven to 375 F.
- In skillet, cook zucchini and onion in butter until tender. Stir in parlsey and seasonings
- In a large bowl, blend eggs and cheese.
- Separate dough into 8 triangles. Place in ungreased 11" quiche or 10" pie pan; press over bottom and up sides to form crust.
- Spread crust with mustard.
- After zucchini is cooked, drain and let cool about 15 minutes.
- Add zucchini mixture to eggs and cheese mixture. Pour vegetable mixture into crust.
- Bake at 375 F for 18-20 minutes, or until knice inserted in center comes out clean.
- If crust is getting dark, cover with foil the last 10 minutes of baking.
Submitted by Marissa Medina
This is my sister Lesley's recipe for Zucchini Pie.
Mac and Cheese Soufflé
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 25-30 min | Total Time: 45-50 min
Ingredients
- ¾ cup elbow macaroni (before cooking)
- 1½ cups grated sharp cheddar cheese
- 3 eggs
- ½ cup undiluted evaporated milk
- ¼ cup water
- 2 tbsp butter, dotted over layers
- ¾ tsp salt
Directions
- Cook macaroni per package instructions, then drain.
- Mix eggs, milk, water, and salt.
- Arrange ingredienets in a one quart dish in this order:
- ½ cooked macaroni
- ½ cheese
- ½ butter, dotted
- ½ egg/milk miture
- Repeat in the same order.
- Bake uncovered at 400 F for 25-30 minutes or until edges are golden-brown.
Submitted by Sara Wasserboehr
My family and I have this recipe at Thanksgiving EVERY year. It's a twist on the classic mac and cheese. We usually double the recipe. Yes, I drew the elephant holding the mac and cheese soufleé.
Couscous Alla Trapanese
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 1 hr | Total Time: 80 min
Ingredients
- 17 oz boxed couscous
- 2 bay leaves
- 1 cinnamon stick
- 10 garlic cloves, smashed (+2, unpeeled)
- ¼ cup extra-virgin olive oil
- 2 large stalks celery, chopped
- 1 small bunch parsley, left whole, with a small amount reserved and chopped for garnish
- ½ cup sliced almonds
- 1 lb fresh tomatoes, peeled
- 4 cups water
- ½ lb large head-on shrimp, heads and bodies separated
- 2 lbs mixed fish and shellfish, such as red snapper, sea bass, calamari, and mussels
- Red pepper flakes, to taste
- Salt and pepper, to taste
- Lemon to garnish, if desired
Directions
- Cook the couscous along with the bay leaves, cinnamon, 2 cloves of unpeeled garlic, and 1 halved onion, according to package instructions. Once cooked, remove the bay leaves, cinnamon, garlic, and onion, and set aside.
- While the couscous is steaming, make the fish stock: In a large pot, warm the olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the chopped onions and smashed garlic cloves, cook until soft, about 3 minutes.
- Add the sliced almonds and peeled tomatoes, cook until the tomato starts to soften, about 3 to 5 minutes. Add water, red pepper, salt, pepper, and the shrimp heads and bodies, and bring to a boil.
- Reduce the heat to a simmer and cook until the tomatoes completely break down, about an hour. Add the remaining fish and shellfish, and simmer until cooked through, about 10 minutes.
- Transfer the fish and shellfish to a separate dish. Strain the fish stock. Pour 3 tablespoons of fish stock over the couscous and let sit, covered, for one hour before serving.
- Serve the couscous topped with the cooked fish, garnished with chopped parsley and lemon, and with the strained fish stock on the side (for pouring over the entire dish, as desired).
Submitted by Teryn Roberts
My family comes from a long line of deep Sicilian roots on my mother's side (photo of great-grandma Caito attached). This recipe reminds me of my ancestral homeland and embodies what I grew up hearing about traditional cuisine on the Sicilian coast. Growing up, we also incorporated a lot of seafood and couscous into our meals, which are just a few Sicilian staples.
Jollof Rice
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 50 min
Ingredients
- ⅓ cup oil (vegetable/canola/coconut, not olive oil)
- 6 medium-sized fresh plum/Roma tomatoes, chooped, OR A 400-gram tin of tomatoes
- 6 fresh, red poblano peppers (or 4 large red bell peppers), seeds discarded
- 3 medium-sized red onions (1 sliced thinly, 2 roughly chopped), divided
- ½ to 1 hot pepper, or to taste (yellow Scotch bonnets are my favourite)
- 3 tbsp tomato paste
- 2 tsp (Carribean/Jamaican-style) curry powder
- 1 tsp dried thyme
- 2 dried bay leaves
- 5 to 6 cups stock (vegetable, chicken, or beef), or water, divided
- 2 tsp unsalted butter (optional), divided
- 4 cups uncooked converted long-grain rice or golden sella basmati, rinsed
- Salt, to taste
- Black and white pepper, to taste
- Extra: sliced onions, tomatoes
Directions
- In a blender, combine tomatoes, red poblano (or bell) peppers, chopped onions, and Scotch bonnets with 2 cups of stock, blend till smooth, about a minute or two. You should have roughly 6 cups of blended mix. Pour into a large pot/ pan and bring to the boil then turn down and let simmer, covered for 10 - 12 minutes
- In a large pan, heat oil and add the sliced onions. Season with a pinch of salt, stir-fry for 2 to 3 minutes, then add the bay leaves, curry powder and dried thyme and a pinch of black pepper for 3 - 4 minutes on medium heat. Then add the tomato paste - stir for another 2 minutes. Add the reduced tomato-pepper-Scotch bonnet mixture, stir, and set on medium heat for 10 to 12 minutes till reduced by half, with the lid on. This is the stew that will define the pot.
- Add 4 cups of the stock to the cooked tomato sauce and bring it to boil for 1 - 2 minutes.
- Add the rinsed rice and butter, stir, cover with a double piece of foil/baking or parchment paper and put a lid on the pan—this will seal in the steam and lock in the flavour. Turn down the heat and cook on low for 30 minutes.
- Stir rice—taste and adjust as required.
- If you like, add sliced onions, fresh tomatoes and the 2nd teaspoon of butter and stir through.
- To make Party Rice, you'll need one more step. Now Party Rice is essentially Smoky Jollof Rice, traditionally cooked over an open fire. However, you can achieve the same results on the stove top. Here's how: Once the rice is cooked, turn up the heat with the lid on and leave to "burn" for 3 to 5 minutes. You'll hear the rice crackle and snap and it will smell toasted. Turn off the heat and leave with the lid on to "rest" till ready to serve. The longer the lid stays on, the smokier. Let the party begin!
Submitted by Clegg Amiolemeh
Of the rice dishes in Nigeria, Jollof rice is my favorite because it was cooked on special occasions only. It takes top skills and many ingredients to cook a delicious Jollof rice! Rather than documenting recipes, in Nigeria, recipes were passed down orally from one generation to the next. Hence, as common as Jollof rice is, no two Jollof rice dishes tasted the same which made the dish more special, mysterious and unique. Since I was a kid, I've always enjoyed a good Jollof rice meal, with chicken, coleslaw, and fried ripe plantain. The attached recipe is similar to the one I use currently.
Oats Upma
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min
Ingredients
- 1 cup rolled oats, or quick cook oats
- 1 cup water for rolled oats, ½ cup for quick cook oats
- 1½ tbsp oil
- 1 small onion, chopped finely or sliced
- ½ to ¾ cup mix vegetables, optional (chooped ½ small carrot, 2 tbsp peas, 2 beans)
- 1 to 2 green chillies (slit) or broken red chili
- 2 tbsp coriander leaves for garnish
- ½ tsp salt (adjust to taste)
- 2 tbsp grated coconut(optional)
For tempering
- 1 sprig curry leaves
- ½ tsp ginger chopped finely or grated (optional)
- 1 pinch hing (optional)
- ¼ tsp mustard seeds
- ½ tsp cumin or jeera
- ½ tsp chana dal (optional)
- ½ tsp urad dal (optional)
- 2 tbsp peanuts, or 8 to 10 cashew nuts
- ¼ tsp turmeric
Directions
Preparation
- Dry roast 1 cup oats in a wide pan for about 5 minutes until crips. They do not become very crisp. Set this aside to cool.
- Heat a pan with oil. Add cumin, mustard seeds, peanuts, chana dal, and urad dal.
- Fry them, stirring often until peanuts turn golden and aromatic.
- Next add hing, ginger, chili(es), and curry leaves. Fry all of them until the curry leaves turn crisp.
- Then add onion and saute until golden.
- (Optional, if using veggies) Then add vegetables and fry for 2 minutes.
- Sprinkle 2 tsp water. Cover and cook until the veggies are slightly soft.
How to make Oats Upma
- Next sprinkle the salt and tumeric.
- If using rolled oats, then pour 1 cup water. Or if using quick oats, use ½ cup water.
- Mix well and then taste the water. The water has to be slightly salty. If needed, add more salt. Bring it to a boil.
- Transfer the roasted oats and give a gentle mix to incorporate the water with the oats.
- Within 1 to 2 minutes the water will be absorbed. Cover and cook on a low flame for 2 minutes or until alt the moisture is evaporated.
- Add chopped coriander leaves. Mix well.
- When the temperature comes down, pour 1 tbsp lemon juic. You can top it with some fresh grated coconut if you have. It tastes good as is.
- Oats upma is best served with yogurt.
Submitted by Suresh Yarlagadda
Upma is a South Indian dish typically made with semolina (semolina flour is used for pasta). My family recently started putting an american spin on the traditional dish by substituting the semolina with oats. The dish will have a savory and spices forward flavor. Definitely worth the try if you want to mix up your regular breakfast routine.
Andhra Chicken Curry
Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 40 min | Total Time: 65 min
Ingredients
- 3 tbsp refined oil
- 1 Bay leaf
- 3 Green cardamom
- 3 cloves
- 1 small cinnamon stick
- 1 onion, sliced
- 1 tbsp ginger-garlic paste
- 1½ lbs chicken (cut into bite-sized pieces)
- 1 tsp turmeric
- Salt to taste
- 2 cups water
- 2 green chillies (slit)
- Handful of curry leaves
- 2 tsp red chilli powder
- 2 tbsp cahew nuts - poppy seed past (Soak 15 cashews and 1 tbsp poppy seed in a cup of milk for an hour. Grind it into a paste.)
- 2 tsp chicken masala
- 2 tsp Kasoori methi
- 1 tsp garam masala
- 2 tsp coriander powder
- Coriander leaves, chopped, to garnish.
Directions
- In a wok or large pan add refined oil (ghee or olive oil). Add a bay leaf, green cardamom, cloves, cinnamon. Let them release the aroma.
- Now add onions. Saute till golden brown and then add the ginger-garlic paste. Mix and add the chicken pieces. Saute till they start to color a bit
- Now add the turmeric and salt. Toss and add water.
- Add the green chilli and curry leaves. Let the curry simmer.
- Add the red chilli powder, cashew nut -poppy seed paste, chicken masala, kasoori methi, garam masala and dhaniya powder. Mix well and let the curry simmer till the chicken is cooked. Add more water if required.
- Garnish with coriander leaves and serve with steamed rice.
Submitted by Suresh Yarlagadda
This recipe is not for the faint of heart but it is dear to mine. My mother is from a small town outside Vijayawada, arguably the birthplace of this amazing dish: Andhra Chicken Curry or "Andhra Kodi Kura". The number of ingredients may seem alarming but it's an easy dish to cook nonetheless...although I must warn you...the dish does pack a punch.
Perogies
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 45 min | Total Time: 1 hr
Ingredients
Dough:
- 2 cup all-purpose flour, plus more for flouring surface
- 1 egg
- ½ cup water (luke warm)
- 2 tbsp oil
Filling:
- 1 package of instant mashed potatoes (I prefer to use the loaded), OR
- 2 cups mashed potateos
Additional
- 1 stock pot, ¾ full of water for boiling (I use an 8 quart)
- 1 stick salted butter, browned in a small pan
- 1 onion, sliced and browned (for serving if desired)
- Sour cream, for serving
Directions
- In a large bowl, combine the ingredients for the dough and work. Depending on the humidity you may have to add more flour. The dough should be soft and malleable but not sticky. Cover and aside to rest.
- While the dough is resting- prepare the mashed potatoes as directed on the package. If you choose to make homemade mashed potatoes, make sure they are warm but not hot. This allows for easier stuffing.
- Bring your large pot of water to a boil and allow it to continue to gently boil as you prepare the perogies.
- Also begin melting your butter in a small skillet or sauce pan and allow it to slowly cook until it browns.
- When the potatoes are finished- flour your rolling surface and separate the dough into fourths. Roll a section of the dough into a large square to about a 1/8" thick, adding flour as needed. Cut dough into 2"x2" squares and remove any scrap dough and place it back in the bowl to re-roll.
- Gently picking up a dough square, use a spoon to place about a tablespoon of mashed potatoes in the center, fold the square in half and pinch the edges to seal. If the dough is not sealing, you can wet your fingers and run it along the edges to melt the seam. Set aside and repeat with the rest of the precut squares.
- Once you have completed all the perogies, gently drop them into the boiling water and allow them to cook until they float (1-2 min). Use a slotted spoon to remove the perogies and place in a strainer, allowing your water to continue to simmer for the next batch.
- Roll out the next quarter or dough and repeat as above. Once you place that batch into the pot to cook, you can move your previous batch from the strainer to a large bowl, cover with about 1/4 of the browned butter and stir. Repeat these steps until you have used all the dough or mashed potatoes.
- Perogies are traditionally served with cooked onions and sour cream.
- Perogies will keep for about 1 week and can be frozen. I prefer to heat mine in a skillet to make them crispy.You can experiment with different flavors of mashed potatoes and fillings.
Submitted by Anji Paumier
This recipe is one I learned because my Grammy (mom's mom) was Polish. She never carried any traditions from her family down because they were ashamed of their heritage once they came to America. My Grammy was an amazing cook and every time I make these, it is in her honor.


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Explosion at Dippin’ Dots Production Facility in Kentucky Injures 4
by Associated Press(PADUCAH, Ky.) — Authorities say an explosion at the Dippin’ Dots production facility in Kentucky has injured four people.
Dippin’ Dots CEO Scott Fischer says the explosion occurred in a production area around 10 p.m. Friday evening. Fischer said in a release that it would be premature to comment on the cause of the blast.
“At this moment what is most important to us is our employees, especially our four team members who were injured last night,” Fischer said.
Paducah city spokeswoman Pam Spencer said the plant had a nitrogen leak, but it was unclear whether that leak caused the explosion or happened afterward. Nitrogen is used to flash-freeze Dippin’ Dots novelty ice cream.
All four people injured were hospitalized. WPSD-TV reported that one of the injured workers was released from the hospital early Saturday morning.
At one point employees were not being allowed inside the building after the incident because the oxygen level was too low, the power was shut off and smoke remained inside
Along with firefighters, personnel from Atmos Energy, Jackson Purchase Energy Corporation and Paducah Water were at the scene. Dippin’ Dots is headquartered in Paducah, a western Kentucky city near the Illinois state line.


Time travel is the concept of movement between certain points in time, analogous to movement between different points in space by an object or a person, typically using a hypothetical device known as a time machine.
Time travel is a widely-recognized concept in philosophy and fiction. It is uncertain if time travel to the past is physically possible. Forward time travel, outside the usual sense of the perception of time, is an extensively-observed phenomenon and well-understood within the framework of special relativity and general relativity. However, making one body advance or delay more than a few milliseconds compared to another body is not feasible with current technology. As for backwards time travel, it is possible to find solutions in general relativity that allow for it, but the solutions require conditions that may not be physically possible.
The dream of time traveling, to the past or future, is probably as old as the human imagination. When H.G. Wells published The Time Machine in 1895, he called it a scientific romance because no one knew whether time travel was possible. One of Einstein's predictions, now verified by countless experiments, is best illustrated by the parable of the twins. One twin stays home while the other makes a round-trip voyage into outer space, traveling at nearly the speed of light for 10 years, as measured by the stay at home twin. When the traveled twin returns, she finds her sister has aged 10 years, while she has hardly aged at all. The traveled twin has jumped 10 years into the future.
Traveling to an arbitrary point in spacetime has a very limited support in theoretical physics, and usually only connected with quantum mechanics or wormholes.
Time travel appears in Hindu text The Mahabharata, and in stories such as Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle (1819), but it usually only involved a one way trip. Many core concepts have their origins earlier in history. The first real work to envisage travelling in time was The Time Machine by HG Wells.
Some ancient myths depict a character skipping forward in time. The Buddhist Pāli Canon mentions the relativity of time. The Payasi Sutta tells of one of the Buddha's chief disciples, Kumara Kassapa, who explains to the skeptic Payasi that time in the Heavens passes differently than on Earth.
In 1907, the physicist Hermann Minkowski first argued that Einstein’s Special Relativity could be expressed in geometric terms as a fourth dimension (to add to our known three) - which is exactly how Wells visualised time travel in his work of fiction. The development of Special and then General Relativity was significant as it provided the theoretical backbone for how time travel could be conceived in scientific terms.
At the turn of the millennium, when the internet was still in its infancy, forums were captivated by the story of John Titor. Titor claimed he was from the year 2036, and had been sent back in time by the government to obtain an IBM 5100 computer. The thinking appeared to be that by obtaining the computer, the government could find a solution to the UNIX 2038 bug - in which clocks could be reset, Millennium Bug-style, leading to chaos everywhere.
Early science fiction stories feature characters who sleep for years and awaken in a changed society, or are transported to the past through supernatural means. The earliest work about backwards time travel is uncertain.
Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol (1843) has early depictions of time travel in both directions, as the protagonist, Ebenezer Scrooge, is transported to Christmases past and future. A clearer example of backward time travel is found in the popular 1861 book Paris avant les hommes (Paris before Men) by the French botanist and geologist Pierre Boitard.
Edward Everett Hale's "Hands Off" (1881) tells the story of an unnamed being, possibly the soul of a person who has recently died, who interferes with ancient Egyptian history by preventing Joseph's enslavement. This may have been the first story to feature an alternate history created as a result of time travel.
One of the first stories to feature time travel by means of a machine is the Clock that Went Backward by Edward Page Mitchell. Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau's El Anacronópete (1887) may have been the first story to feature a vessel engineered to travel through time. H. G. Wells's The Time Machine (1895) popularized the concept of time travel by mechanical means.
When a signal is sent from one location and received at another location, then as long as the signal is moving at the speed of light or slower, the mathematics of simultaneity in the theory of relativity show that all reference frames agree that the transmission-event happened before the reception-event. When the signal travels faster than light, it is received before it is sent, in all reference frames. The signal could be said to have moved backward in time. This hypothetical scenario is sometimes referred to as a tachyonic antitelephone. Quantum-mechanical phenomena such as quantum teleportation, the EPR paradox, or quantum entanglement might appear to create a mechanism that allows for faster-than-light(FTL) communication or time travel.
Nevertheless, the fact that causality is preserved in quantum mechanics is a rigorous result in modern quantum field theories, and therefore modern theories do not allow for time travel or FTL communication.
A variation of Everett's( American physicist) many-worlds interpretation (MWI)( interpretation of quantum mechanics that asserts the objective reality of the universal wavefunction and denies the actuality of wavefunction collapse.) of quantum mechanics provides a resolution to the grandfather paradox that involves the time traveler arriving in a different universe than the one they came from; it's been argued that since the traveler arrives in a different universe's history and not their own history, this is not "genuine" time travel. The accepted many-worlds interpretation suggests that all possible quantum events can occur in mutually exclusive histories. However, some variations allow different universes to interact. Stephen Hawking has argued that even if the MWI is correct, we should expect each time traveler to experience a single self-consistent history, so that time travelers remain within their own world rather than traveling to a different one.
Daniel Greenberger and Karl Svozil proposed that quantum theory gives a model for time travel without paradoxes. The quantum theory observation causes possible states to 'collapse' into one measured state; hence, the past observed from the present is deterministic (it has only one possible state), but the present observed from the past has many possible states until our actions cause it to collapse into one state. Our actions will then be seen to have been inevitable.
The theory of general relativity describes the universe under a system of field equations that determine the metric, or distance function, of spacetime. There exist exact solutions to these equations that include closed time-like curves, which are world lines that intersect themselves; some point in the causal future of the world line is also in its causal past, a situation which is akin to time travel. Whether general relativity forbids closed time-like curves for all realistic conditions is still being researched.
Time travel to the past is theoretically possible in certain general relativity spacetime geometries that permit traveling faster than the speed of light, such as cosmic strings, transversable wormholes, and Alcubierre drive.The theory of general relativity does suggest a scientific basis for the possibility of backward time travel in certain unusual scenarios, although arguments from semiclassical gravity suggest that when quantum effects are incorporated into general relativity, these loopholes may be closed. Physicists cannot come to a definite judgment on the issue without a theory of quantum gravity to join quantum mechanics and general relativity into a completely unified theory.
Wormholes are hypothetical warped spacetime which are permitted by the Einstein field equations of general relativity. A proposed time-travel machine using a traversable wormhole would hypothetically work in the following way: One end of the wormhole is accelerated to some significant fraction of the speed of light, perhaps with some advanced propulsion system, and then brought back to the point of origin. Alternatively, another way is to take one entrance of the wormhole and move it to within the gravitational field of an object that has higher gravity than the other entrance, and then return it to a position near the other entrance.
For both of these methods, time dilation causes the end of the wormhole that has been moved to have aged less, or become "younger", than the stationary end as seen by an external observer; however, time connects differently through the wormhole than outside it, so that synchronized clocks at either end of the wormhole will always remain synchronized as seen by an observer passing through the wormhole, no matter how the two ends move around. This means that an observer entering the "younger" end would exit the "older" end at a time when it was the same age as the "younger" end, effectively going back in time as seen by an observer from the outside. One significant limitation of such a time machine is that it is only possible to go as far back in time as the initial creation of the machine.
According to current theories on the nature of wormholes, construction of a traversable wormhole would require the existence of a substance with negative energy, often referred to as "exotic matter".
Another approach involves a dense spinning cylinder usually referred to as a Tipler cylinder, a GR solution discovered by Willem Jacob van Stockum.
If a cylinder is infinitely long and spins fast enough about its long axis, then a spaceship flying around the cylinder on a spiral path could travel back in time (or forward, depending on the direction of its spiral). However, the density and speed required is so great that ordinary matter is not strong enough to construct it. A similar device might be built from a cosmic string, but none are known to exist, and it does not seem to be possible to create a new cosmic string. Physicist Ronald Mallett is attempting to recreate the conditions of a rotating black hole with ring lasers, in order to bend spacetime and allow for time travel.
Solutions such as Tipler's assume cylinders of infinite length, which are easier to analyze mathematically, and although Tipler suggested that a finite cylinder might produce closed timelike curves if the rotation rate were fast enough, he did not prove this. But Hawking points out that because of his theorem, "it can't be done with positive energy density everywhere! I can prove that to build a finite time machine, you need negative energy."
Many philosophers have argued that relativity implies eternalism, the idea that the past and future exist in a real sense, not only as changes that occurred or will occur to the present. Some philosophers view time as a dimension equal to spatial dimensions, that future events are "already there" in the same sense different places exist, and that there is no objective flow of time; however, this view is disputed.
Presentism (view that neither the future nor the past exist) is a school of philosophy that holds that the future and the past exist only as changes that occurred or will occur to the present, and they have no real existence of their own. In this view, time travel is impossible because there is no future or past to travel to.
A common objection to the idea of traveling back in time is put forth in the grandfather paradox or the argument of auto-infanticide. If one were able to go back in time, inconsistencies and contradictions would ensue if the time traveler were to change anything; there is a contradiction if the past becomes different from the way it is. The paradox is commonly described with a person who travels to the past and kills their own grandfather, prevents the existence of their father or mother, and therefore their own existence.
This is what the philosophy states: Tim hates Grandfather. Tim hates him so much that his ambition is to murder Grandfather despite the fact that Grandfather died in his sleep in 1957. Tim is no quitter, however, so he builds a time machine and travels back to the year 1920, a time before Grandfather’s death. Tim buys a high-powered rifle, practices his marksmanship for many days, rents a room along the path Grandfather takes to work every day, and waits for optimal conditions. When the time is right, Tim locks and barricades the door to avoid any intrusion, and otherwise prevents any factors that might keep him from hitting his target. Tim is perfectly accurate when shooting any practical distance. As Grandfather walks by the room, he is only twenty yards away.
This presents us with what looks like a contradiction.  So which is it? Can he or can he not?
Philosophers question whether these paradoxes make time travel impossible. Some philosophers answer the paradoxes by arguing that it might be the case that backward time travel could be possible but that it would be impossible to actually change the past in any way.
According to the philosophical theory of compossibility, what can happen, for example in the context of time travel, must be weighed against the context of everything relating to the situation. If the past is a certain way, it's not possible for it to be any other way. What can happen when a time traveler visits the past is limited to what did happen, in order to prevent logical contradictions.
The Novikov self-consistency principle, named after Igor Dmitrievich Novikov, states that any actions taken by a time traveler or by an object that travels back in time were part of history all along, and therefore it is impossible for the time traveler to "change" history in any way. The time traveler's actions may be the cause of events in their own past though, which leads to the potential for circular causation, sometimes called a predestination paradox, ontological paradox, or bootstrap paradox.


Class: Sunspot::DSL::Fulltext
- Inherits:
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Object
- Object
- Sunspot::DSL::Fulltext
- Includes:
- Functional
- Defined in:
- sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb
Overview
This DSL exposes the functionality provided by Solr’s fulltext Dismax handler.
Instance Attribute Summary (collapse)
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- (Object) exclude_fields(*field_names)
readonly
Exclude the given fields from the search.
Instance Method Summary (collapse)
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- (Object) boost(factor_or_function, &block)
Boost queries allow specification of an arbitrary scope for which matching documents should receive an extra boost.
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- (Object) boost_fields(boosts)
Add boost to certain fields, without restricting which fields are searched.
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- (Object) fields(*field_names)
Specify which fields to search.
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- (Boolean) fields_added?
:nodoc:.
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- (Object) highlight(*args)
Enable keyword highlighting for this search.
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- (Fulltext) initialize(query, setup)
constructor
:nodoc:.
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- (Object) minimum_match(minimum_match)
The minimum number of search terms that a result must match.
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- (Object) phrase_fields(boosted_fields)
Phrase fields are an awesome dismax feature that adds extra boost to documents for which all the fulltext keywords appear in close proximity in one of the given fields.
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- (Object) phrase_slop(slop)
The maximum number of words that can appear between search terms for a field to qualify for phrase field boost.
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- (Object) query_phrase_slop(slop)
The number of words that can appear between the words in a user-entered phrase (i.e., keywords in quotes) and still match.
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- (Object) tie(tie)
A tiebreaker coefficient for scores derived from subqueries that are lower-scoring than the maximum score subquery.
Methods included from Functional
#create_function_query, #function
Constructor Details
- (Fulltext) initialize(query, setup)
:nodoc:
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 13 def initialize(query, setup) #:nodoc: @query, @setup = query, setup @fields_added = false @exclude_fields = [] end |
Instance Attribute Details
- (Object) exclude_fields(*field_names) (readonly)
Exclude the given fields from the search. All fields that are configured for the types under search and not listed here will be searched.
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 8 def exclude_fields(*field_names) @exclude_fields.concat(field_names) end |
Instance Method Details
- (Object) boost(factor_or_function, &block)
Boost queries allow specification of an arbitrary scope for which matching documents should receive an extra boost. You can either specify a boost factor and a block, or a boost function. The block is evaluated in the usual scope DSL, and field names are attribute fields, not text fields, as in other scope.
The boost function can be a constant (numeric or string literal), a field name or another function. You can build arbitrarily complex functions, which are passed transparently to solr.
This method can be called more than once for different boost queries with different boosts.
Example
Sunspot.search(Post) do keywords 'super fan' do boost(2.0) do with(:featured, true) end boost(function { sum(:average_rating, product(:popularity, 10)) }) end end
In the above search, featured posts will receive a boost of 2.0 and all posts will be boosted by (average_rating + popularity * 10).
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 172 def boost(factor_or_function, &block) if factor_or_function.is_a?(Sunspot::Query::FunctionQuery) @query.add_boost_function(factor_or_function) else Sunspot::Util.instance_eval_or_call( Scope.new(@query.create_boost_query(factor_or_function), @setup), &block ) end end |
- (Object) boost_fields(boosts)
Add boost to certain fields, without restricting which fields are searched.
Example
Sunspot.search(Post) do keywords('pork sandwich') do boost_fields :title => 1.5 end end
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 195 def boost_fields(boosts) boosts.each_pair do |field_name, boost| begin @setup.text_fields(field_name).each do |field| @query.add_fulltext_field(field, boost) end rescue Sunspot::UnrecognizedFieldError # We'll let this one slide. end end end |
- (Object) fields(*field_names)
Specify which fields to search. Field names specified as arguments are given default boost; field boosts can be specified by passing a hash of field names keyed to boost values as the last argument.
If you wish to boost certain fields without restricting which fields are searched, use #boost_fields
Example
Sunspot.search(Post) do keywords 'search is cool' do fields(:body, :title => 2.0) end end
This would search the :body field with default boost (1.0), and the :title field with a boost of 2.0
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 38 def fields(*field_names) @fields_added = true boosted_fields = field_names.pop if field_names.last.is_a?(Hash) field_names.each do |field_name| @setup.text_fields(field_name).each do |field| @query.add_fulltext_field(field, field.default_boost) end end if boosted_fields boosted_fields.each_pair do |field_name, boost| @setup.text_fields(field_name).each do |field| @query.add_fulltext_field(field, boost) end end end end |
- (Boolean) fields_added?
:nodoc:
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 238 def fields_added? #:nodoc: @fields_added end |
- (Object) highlight(*args)
Enable keyword highlighting for this search. By default, the fields under search will be highlighted; you may also may pass one or more symbol arguments indicating fields to be highlighted (they don’t even have to be the same fields you’re searching).
Example
Sunspot.search(Post) do keywords 'show me the highlighting' do highlight :title, :body end end
You may also pass a hash of options as the last argument. Options are the following:
Full disclosure: I barely understand what these options actually do; this documentation is pretty much just copied from the (wiki.apache.org/solr/HighlightingParameters#head-23ecd5061bc2c86a561f85dc1303979fe614b956)[Solr Wiki]
| :max_snippets | The maximum number of highlighted snippets to generate per field |
| :fragment_size | The number of characters to consider for a highlighted fragment |
| :merge_continuous_fragments | Collapse continuous fragments into a single fragment |
| :phrase_highlighter | Highlight phrase terms only when they appear within the query phrase in the document |
| :require_field_match | If true, a field will only be highlighted if the query matched in this particular field (only has an effect if :phrase_highlighter is true as well) |
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 98 def highlight(*args) = args.last.kind_of?(Hash) ? args.pop : {} fields = [] args.each { |field_name| fields.concat(@setup.text_fields(field_name)) } @query.add_highlight(fields, ) end |
- (Object) minimum_match(minimum_match)
The minimum number of search terms that a result must match. By default, all search terms must match; if the number of search terms is less than this number, the default behavior applies.
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 212 def minimum_match(minimum_match) @query.minimum_match = minimum_match end |
- (Object) phrase_fields(boosted_fields)
Phrase fields are an awesome dismax feature that adds extra boost to documents for which all the fulltext keywords appear in close proximity in one of the given fields. Excellent for titles, headlines, etc.
Boosted fields are specified in a hash of field names to a boost, as with the #fields and #boost_fields methods.
Example
Sunspot.search(Post) do keywords 'nothing reveals like relevance' do phrase_fields :title => 2.0 end end
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 122 def phrase_fields(boosted_fields) if boosted_fields boosted_fields.each_pair do |field_name, boost| @setup.text_fields(field_name).each do |field| @query.add_phrase_field(field, boost) end end end end |
- (Object) phrase_slop(slop)
The maximum number of words that can appear between search terms for a field to qualify for phrase field boost. See #query_phrase_slop for examples. Phrase slop is only meaningful if phrase fields are specified (see #phrase_fields), and it does not have an effect on which results are returned; only on what their respective boosts are.
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 139 def phrase_slop(slop) @query.phrase_slop = slop end |
- (Object) query_phrase_slop(slop)
The number of words that can appear between the words in a user-entered phrase (i.e., keywords in quotes) and still match. For instance, in a search for “\“great pizza\”“ with a query phrase slop of 1, “great pizza” and “great big pizza” will match, but “great monster of a pizza” will not. Default behavior is a query phrase slop of zero.
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 223 def query_phrase_slop(slop) @query.query_phrase_slop = slop end |
- (Object) tie(tie)
A tiebreaker coefficient for scores derived from subqueries that are lower-scoring than the maximum score subquery. Typically a near-zero value is useful. See wiki.apache.org/solr/DisMaxRequestHandler#tie_.28Tie_breaker.29 for more information.
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# File 'sunspot/lib/sunspot/dsl/fulltext.rb', line 234 def tie(tie) @query.tie = tie end |


This paragraph is recognised during full sequential parse because the comment start delimiter in the style element above is correctly ignored. But in parse on demand mode the comment is recognised and this paragraph is inside it, so the paragraph is not recognised.


A mile west of the ridge, the camps began, men and horses and cook fires, wind-flailed banners and a few scattered tents clumped by nationality, by House, each camp a lake of churned mud separated from the others by stretches of brushy heath. Men mounted and afoot watched Rand’s streaming banners pass, and peered toward other camps to gauge reactions. When the Aiel had been present, these men had made a single huge camp, driven together by one of the few things they truly shared in common. They were not Aiel, and feared them however much they denied it. The world would die unless he succeeded, but he had no illusions that they shared any loyalty to him, or even believed that the fate of the world could not be made to accommodate their own concerns, their own desires for gold or glory or power. A handful did, perhaps, a bare handful, but for the most part, they followed because they feared him far more than they did the Aiel. Maybe more than they did the Dark One, in whom some did not really believe, not in the depths of their hearts, not that he could and would touch the world harder than he had already. Rand stood before their faces, and they believed in that. He accepted it, now. He had too many battles ahead of him to waste effort on one he could not win. So long as they followed and obeyed, it had to be enough.
The largest of the camps was his own, and here Illianer Companions in green coats with yellow cuffs rubbed shoulders with Tairen Defenders of the Stone in fat-sleeved coats striped black-and-gold and an equal number of Cairhienin drawn from forty-odd Houses, in dark colors, some with con stiff above their heads. They cooked at different fires, slept apart, picketed their horses apart, and eyed one another warily, but they mingled. The safety of the Dragon Reborn was their responsibility, and they took the job seriously. Any of them might betray him, but not while the others were there to watch. Old hatreds and new dislikes would bring betrayal of any plot before the betrayer stopped to think.
A ring of steel stood guard around Rand’s tent, a huge peaked thing of green silk embroidered all over with bees in thread-of-gold. It had belonged to his predecessor, Mattin Stepaneos, and had come with the crown, in a manner of speaking. Companions in burnished conical helmets stood side by side with Defenders in helmets ridged and rimmed, and Cairhienin in bell-shaped helms, ignoring the wind, barred faceguards hiding their features, halberds slanted precisely. Not one moved a hair when Rand drew rein, but a bevy of servants came running to attend to him and the Asha’man. A bony woman in the green-and-yellow vest of a groom from the Royal Palace in Illian took his bridle, while his stirrup was held by a bulbous-nosed fellow in the black-and-gold livery of the Stone of Tear. They tugged forelocks to him, and cast only one sharp look at one another. Boreane Carivin, a stout pale little woman in a dark dress, self-importantly offered him a silver tray of damp cloths from which steam rose. Cairhienin, she watched the other two, though more as if making sure they did their tasks properly than with the animosity for each other they barely hid. But with care, still. What worked with the soldiers worked with the servants as well.
Drawing off his gauntlets, Rand waved away Boreane’s tray. Damer Flinn had risen from an ornately carved bench in front of the tent as Rand dismounted. Bald except for a ragged white fringe, Flinn looked more a grandfather than an Asha’man. A leather-tough grandfather with a stiff leg, who had seen more of the world than a farm. The sword at his hip looked as if it belonged, as well it should on a former soldier of the Queen’s Guard. Rand trusted him more than most. Flinn had saved his life, after all.
Flinn saluted, fist to chest, and when Rand acknowledged him with a nod, limped closer and waited until the grooms left with the horses before speaking in a low voice. “Torval’s here. Sent by the M’Hael, he says. He wanted to wait in the council tent. I told Narishma to watch him.” That had been Rand’s command, though he was not sure why he had given it; no one who came from the Black Tower was to be left alone. Hesitating, Flinn fingered the Dragon on his black collar. “He wasn’t happy to hear you’d raised all of us.”
“Wasn’t he, now,” Rand said softly, tucking his gloves behind his sword belt. And because Flinn still looked uncertain, he added, “You all earned it.” He had been about to send one of the Asha’man to Taim—the Leader, the M’Hael, as the Asha’man all called him—but now Torval could carry the message. In the council tent? “Have refreshments sent,” he told Flinn, then motioned Hopwil and Dashiva to follow.
Flinn saluted again, but Rand was already striding away, black mud squelching around his boots. No cheers rose for him in the blustering wind. He could recall when there had been. If that was not one of Lews Therin’s memories. If Lews Therin had ever been real. A flash of color just beyond the edge of sight, the feel of someone about to touch him from behind. With an effort, he focused himself.
The council tent was a large red-striped pavilion that had once sat on the Plains of Maredo, now pitched in the middle of Rand’s encampment, surrounded by thirty paces of bare ground. There were never guards here, not unless Rand was meeting with the nobles. Anyone trying to slip in would have been seen instantly by a thousand prying eyes. Three banners on tall poles formed a triangle around the tent, the Rising Sun of Cairhien, the Three Crescents of Tear, and the Golden Bees of Illian, and above the crimson roof, higher than the rest, stood the Dragon Banner, and the Banner of Light. The wind made them all stand out, rippling and snapping, and the tent walls shivered in the gusts. Inside, colorful, fringed carpets made a floor, and the only furniture was a huge table, thickly carved and gilded, inlaid with ivory and turquoise. A jumble of maps almost hid the tabletop.
Torval lifted his head from the maps, plainly ready to give the rough side of his tongue to whoever had barged in on him.  The Dragon and the Sword glistened on his coat collar in the light of the stand-lamps. A silk coat, shining black, cut fine enough for a lord. His sword had silver mountings washed with gold, and a glittering red gem capped the hilt. Another gleamed darkly on a finger ring. You could not train men to be weapons without expecting a certain amount of arrogance, yet Rand did not like Torval. But then, he had no need of Lews Therin’s voice to be suspicious of any man in a black coat. How far did he truly trust even Flinn? Yet he had to lead them. The Asha’man were his making, his responsibility.
When Torval saw Rand, he straightened casually and saluted, but his expression barely changed. He had had a sneering mouth the first time Rand ever saw him. “My Lord Dragon,” he said in the accents of Tarabon, and he might have been greeting an equal. Or being gracious to an inferior. His swaggering bow took in Hopwil and Dashiva as well. “I give congratulations on the conquest of Illian. A great victory, yes? There would have been wine to greet you, but this young . . . Dedicated . . . does not seem to understand orders.”
In the corner, silver bells on the ends of Narishma’s two long dark braids made a faint sound as he shifted. He had tanned darkly in the southern sun, but some things about him had not changed. Older than Rand, his face made him seem younger than Hopwil, but the red that rose in his cheeks was anger, not embarrassment. His pride in the new-won Sword on his collar was quiet, yet deep. Torval smiled at him, a slow smile both amused and dangerous. Dashiva laughed, a short bark, and was still.
“What are you doing here, Torval?” Rand asked roughly. He tossed the Dragon Scepter and his gauntlets down atop the maps and followed them with his sword belt and scabbarded sword. The maps that Torval had no reason to be studying. No need of Lews Therin’s voice.
With a shrug, Torval produced a letter from his coat pocket and handed it to Rand. “The M’Hael, he sent this.” The paper was snowy white and thick, the seal a dragon impressed in a large oval of blue wax that glittered with golden flecks. It might almost have been thought to come from the Dragon Reborn. Taim did think well of himself. “The M’Hael said to tell you the tales of Aes Sedai in Murandy with an army, they are true. Rumor says they are rebels against Tar Valon”—Torval’s sneer thickened with disbelief—“but they are marching toward the Black Tower. Soon, they may become a danger, yes?”
Rand cracked the magnificent seal to bits between his fingers. “They’re going to Caemlyn, not the Black Tower, and they’re no threat. My orders were clear. Leave Aes Sedai alone unless they come after you.”
“But how can you be sure they are not a threat?” Torval persisted. “Perhaps they are going to Caemlyn, as you say, but if you are wrong, we’ll not know before they attack us.”
“Torval might be right,” Dashiva put in thoughtfully. “I can’t say I’d trust women who put me in a box, and these haven’t sworn any oaths. Or have they?”
“I said leave them alone!” Rand slapped the tabletop, hard, and Hopwil jumped in surprise. Dashiva frowned with irritation before hurriedly smoothing it over, but Rand was not interested in Dashiva’s moods. By chance—he was sure it was chance—his hand had come down on the Dragon Scepter. His arm trembled with the desire to take it up and stab Torval through the heart. No need for Lews Therin at all. “The Asha’man are a weapon to be aimed where I say, not to flutter around like hens every time Taim gets frightened over a handful of Aes Sedai having dinner at the same inn. If I must, I can come back to make myself clearer.”
“I am sure there is no need of that,” Torval said quickly. At last something had wiped the wry twist from his mouth. Eyes tight, he spread his hands, close to diffident, very nearly apologetic. And plainly frightened. “The M’Hael, he merely wanted you informed. Your orders are read aloud every day at Morning Directives, after the Creed.”
“That’s good, then.” Rand kept his voice cool, kept a scowl from his face by main effort. It was his precious M’Hael the man feared, not the Dragon Reborn. Afraid Taim would take it amiss if something he had said brought Rand’s anger on Taim’s head.  You cut where I direct.”
Torval bowed rigidly, murmuring, “As you say, my Lord Dragon.” His teeth were bared in an attempted smile, but his nose was pinched, and he struggled to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes while seeming to avoid nothing. Dashiva yelped another laugh, and Hopwil wore a small grin.
Narishma was not enjoying Torval’s discomfort, though, or paying it attention. He looked at Rand without blinking, as though he sensed deep currents that the rest missed. Most women and no few men thought him just a pretty boy, but those too-big eyes sometimes seemed more knowing than any others.
Rand pulled his hand from the Dragon Scepter and smoothed open the letter. His hands did not quite shake. Torval smiled weakly, sourly, noticing nothing. Against the tent wall, Narishma shifted, relaxing.
The refreshments arrived, then, borne by a stately procession following Boreane, a line of Illianers and Cairhienin and Tairens in their various liveries. There was a servant bearing a silver tray and pitcher for each kind of wine, and two more with trays of silver mugs for hot punch and spiced wines and fine blown goblets for the others. A pink-faced fellow in green-and-yellow carried a tray on which to do the pouring, and a dark woman in black-and-gold was there to actually handle the pitchers. There were nuts and candied fruits, cheeses and olives, each sort requiring a serving man or woman. Under Boreane’s direction, they flowed in a formal dance, bowing, curtsying, one giving way to another as they made their offerings.
Accepting spiced wine, Rand hoisted himself onto the edge of the table and sat the steaming mug beside him untouched as he busied himself with the letter. There was no address, no preamble of any kind. Taim hated giving Rand any sort of title, though he tried to hide the fact.
I have the honor to report that twenty-nine Asha’man, ninety-seven Dedicated and three hundred twenty-two Soldiers are now enrolled at the Black Tower. There have been a handful of deserters, unfortunately, whose names have been stricken, but losses in training remain acceptable.
I now have as many as fifty recruiting parties in the field at any given time, with the result that three or four men are added to the rolls almost every day. In a few months, the Black Tower will equal the White, as I said it would. In a year, Tar Valon will tremble at our numbers.
I harvested that blackberry bush myself. A small bush, and thorny, but a surprising number of berries for the size.
 What had to be done, had to be done. The whole world paid a price for his existence. He would die for it, but the whole world paid.
There were other things to grimace over, anyway. Three or four new men a day? Taim was optimistic. In a few months, at that rate, there would be more men who could channel than Aes Sedai, true, but the newest sister had years of training behind her. And part of that specifically taught how to deal with a man who could channel. He did not want to contemplate any encounter between Asha’man and Aes Sedai who knew what they were facing; blood and regret could be the only outcome, whatever happened. The Asha’man were not aimed at the White Tower, though, no matter what Taim thought. It was a convenient belief, however, if it made Tar Valon step warily. An Asha’man only needed to know how to kill. If there were enough to do that at the right place and time, if they lived long enough to, that was all they had been created for.
“How many deserters, Torval?” he said quietly. He picked up the wine mug and took a swallow, as if the answer were unimportant. The wine should have been warming, but the ginger and sweet sorrel and mace tasted bitter on his tongue. “How many losses in training?”
Torval was recovering himself over the refreshments, rubbing his hands and arching an eyebrow at the choice of wines, making a great show of knowing the best, making a show of lording it. Dashiva had accepted the first offered, and stood glowering into his twist-stemmed goblet as though it held swill. Pointing to one of the trays, Torval cocked his head thoughtfully, but he had the words ready on his tongue. “Nineteen deserters, so far. The M’Hael, he has ordered them killed whenever they are found, and their heads brought back for examples.” Plucking a bit of glazed pear from the proffered tray, he popped it into his mouth and smiled brightly. “Three heads hang like fruit on the Traitor’s Tree at this moment.”
“Good,” Rand said levelly. Men who ran now could not be trusted not to run later, when lives depended on them standing. And these men could not be allowed to go their own way; those fellows back on the hills, if they escaped in a body, were less dangerous than one man trained in the Black Tower. The Traitor’s Tree? Taim was a great one for naming things. But men needed the trappings, the symbols and the names, the black coats and the pins, to help hold them together. Until it was time to die. “The next time I visit the Black Tower, I want to see every deserter’s head.”
 “It might interfere with recruiting, making that sort of effort,” he said slowly. “The deserters, they do not announce themselves.”
Rand held the other man’s gaze until it fell. “How many losses in training?” he demanded. The sharp-nosed Asha’man hesitated. “How many?”
Narishma leaned forward, staring intently at Torval. So did Hopwil. The servants continued their smooth, silent dance, offering their trays to men who no longer saw them. Boreane took advantage of Narishma’s preoccupation to make sure his silver mug held more hot water than spiced wine.
Torval shrugged, too casually. “Fifty-one, all told. Thirteen burned out, and twenty-eight dead where they stood. The rest . . . The M’Hael, he adds something to their wine, and they do not wake.” Abruptly his tone turned malicious. “It can come suddenly, at any time. One man began screaming that spiders were crawling beneath his skin on his second day.” He smiled viciously at Narishma and Hopwil, and nearly so at Rand, but it was to the other two he addressed himself, swinging his head between them. “You see? Not to worry if you slide into madness. You’ll not hurt yourselves or a soul.  Kinder than gentling, even if we knew how.   Hopwil was once more frowning at something only he could see.
“Kinder,” Rand said in a flat voice, setting the mug back beside him on the table. Something in the wine. My soul is black with blood, and damned. It was not a hard thought, not biting or edged; a simple statement of fact. “A mercy any man might wish for, Torval.”
Torval’s cruel smile faded, and he stood breathing hard. The sums were easy; one man in ten destroyed, one man in fifty mad, and more surely to come. Early days yet, and no way till the day you died to know you had beaten the odds. Except that the odds would beat you, one way or another, in the end. Whatever else, Torval stood under that threat, too.
Abruptly Rand became aware of Boreane. It took a moment before he recognized the expression on her face, and when he did, he bit back cold words.  Did she think Tarmon Gai’don could be won without blood? The Prophecies of the Dragon demanded blood like rain!
“Leave us,” he told her, and she quietly gathered the servants. But she still carried compassion in her eyes as she herded them out.
Casting around for a way to change the mood, Rand found nothing. Pity weakened as surely as fear, and they had to be strong. To face what they had to face, they all must be steel. His making, his responsibility.
Lost in his own thoughts, Narishma peered into the steam rising from his wine, and Hopwil still tried to stare through the side of the tent. Torval cast sideways glances at Rand and struggled to put the scornful twist back on his mouth. Dashiva alone appeared unaffected, with his arms folded, studying Torval as a man might study a horse offered for sale.
Into the painfully stretching silence burst a husky, windblown young man in black, with the Sword and Dragon on his collar. Of an age with Hopwil, still not old enough to marry most places, Fedwin Morr wore intensity more closely than his shirt; he moved on his toes, and his eyes had the look of a hunting cat that knew itself hunted in turn. He had been different, once, and not so long ago. “The Seanchan will move from Ebou Dar soon,” he said as he saluted. “They mean to come against Illian next.” Hopwil gave a start and a gasp, jolted out of his dark study. Once again, Dashiva’s response was to laugh, mirthlessly this time.
Nodding, Rand took up the Dragon Scepter. After all, he carried it for remembrance. The Seanchan danced to their own tune, not the song he wished for.
If Rand received the announcement in silence, Torval did not. Finding his sneer, he raised a contemptuous eyebrow. “Did they tell you all that, now?” he said mockingly. “Or have you learned to read minds? Let me tell you something, boy. I have fought, against Amadicians and Domani both, and no army takes a city then packs itself up to march a thousand miles! More than a thousand miles! Or do you think they can Travel?”
Morr met Torval’s derision calmly. Or if it unsettled him at all, the only sign he gave was running a thumb down his long sword hilt. “I did talk to some of them. Most were Taraboners, and more landing by ship every day, or near enough.” Shouldering past Torval to the table, he favored the Taraboner with a level look. “All stepping right quick whenever anybody with a slurring way of speech opened a mouth.” The older man opened his, angrily, but the younger pressed on hurriedly, to Rand. “They’re putting soldiers all along the Venir Mountains. Five hundred, sometimes a thousand together. All the way to Arran Head already. And they’re buying or taking every wagon and cart within twenty leagues of Ebou Dar, and the animals to draw them.”
“Carts!” Torval exclaimed. “Wagons! Is it that they mean to hold a market fair, do you think? And what fool would march an army through mountains when there are perfectly good roads?” He noticed Rand watching him, and cut off with a small frown, suddenly uncertain.
“I told you to stay low, Morr.” Rand let anger touch his voice. The young Asha’man had to step back as he jumped down from the table. “Not to go asking the Seanchan their plans. To look and stay low.”
“I was careful; I didn’t wear my pins.” Morr’s eyes did not change for Rand, still hunter and hunted in one. He seemed to be boiling inside. Had Rand not known better, he would have thought Morr held the Power, struggling to survive saidin even as it gave him life ten times over. His face seemed to want to sweat. “If any of the men I talked to knew where they’re going next, they didn’t say, and I didn’t ask, but they were willing to complain over a mug of ale about marching all the time and never standing still. In Ebou Dar, they were soaking up all the ale in the city as fast as they could, because they say they have to march again. And they’re gathering wagons, just like I said.” That all came out in a rush, and he clamped his teeth at the end as though to trap more words that wanted to fly from his tongue.
Smiling suddenly, Rand clapped him on the shoulder. “You did well. The wagons would have been enough, but you did well. Wagons are important,” he added, turning to Torval. “If an army feeds off the country, it eats what it finds. Or not, if it doesn’t.” Torval had not flickered an eyelid at hearing of Seanchan in Ebou Dar. If that tale had reached the Black Tower, why had Taim not mentioned it? Rand hoped his smile did not look a snarl. “It’s harder to arrange supply trains, but when you have one you know there’s fodder for the animals and beans for the men. The Seanchan organize everything.”
Sorting through the maps, he found the one he wanted and spread it out, weighted at one side with his sword and at the other with the Dragon Scepter. The coast between Illian and Ebou Dar stared up at him, rimmed for most of its length by hills and mountains, dotted with fishing villages and small towns. The Seanchan did organize. Ebou Dar had been theirs barely more than a week, but the merchants’ eyes-and-ears wrote of repairs well under way on the damage done to the city in its taking, of clean sickhouses set up for the ill, of food and work arranged for the poor and those driven from their homes by troubles inland. The streets and the surrounding countryside were patrolled so that no one need fear footpads or bandits, day or night, and while merchants were welcome, smuggling had been cut to a trickle if not less. Those honest Illianer merchants had been surprisingly glum about the smuggling. What were the Seanchan organizing now?
The others gathered around the table as Rand perused the map. There were roads hard along the coast, but poor straggling things, marked as little more than cart paths. The broad trade roads lay inland, avoiding the worst of the terrain and the worst of what the Sea of Storms had to offer. “Men raiding out of those mountains could make passage difficult for anyone trying to use the inland roads,” he said finally. “By controlling the mountains, they make the roads safe as a city street. You’re right, Morr. They are coming to Illian.”
Leaning on his fists, Torval glared at Morr, who had been right when he was wrong. A grievous sin, perhaps, in Torval’s book. “Even so, it will be months before they can trouble you here,” he said sullenly. “A hundred Asha’man, fifty, placed in Illian, could destroy any army in the world before one man crosses the causeways.”
“I doubt an army with damane is destroyed as easily as one kills Aiel committed to an attack and caught by surprise,” Rand said quietly, and Torval stiffened. “Besides, I have to defend all of Illian, not just the city.”
Ignoring the man, Rand traced lines across the map with a finger. Between Arran Head and the city of Illian lay a hundred leagues of open water, across the mouth of Kabal Deep, where, ship captains in Illian said, their longest sounding lines could find no bottom just a mile or so from the shore. The waves there could overturn ships as they surged north to pound the coast with breakers fifteen paces high. In this weather, it would be worse. Marching around the Deep was a route of two hundred leagues to reach the city, even keeping to the shortest ways, but if the Seanchan pressed on from Arran Head, they could reach the border in two weeks despite the rainstorms. Maybe less. Better to fight where he chose, not where they did. His finger slid along the south coast of Altara, along the Venir range, until the mountains dwindled to hills short of Ebou Dar. Five hundred here, a thousand there. A tantalizing string of beads dropped along the mountains. A sharp rap might roll them back to Ebou Dar, might even pen them there while they tried to figure out what he was up to. Or . . .
“There was something else,” Morr said abruptly, rushing again. “There was talk about some sort of Aes Sedai weapon. I found where it was used, a few miles from the city. The ground was all burned over, seared clean in the middle, a good three hundred paces wide or more, and ruined orchards further. The sand was melted to sheets of glass. Saidin was worst, there.”
Torval waved a hand at him dismissively. “There could have been Aes Sedai near when the city fell, yes? Or maybe the Seanchan themselves did it. One sister with an angreal could—”
Rand cut in. “What do you mean, saidin was worst there?” Dashiva moved, eyeing Morr oddly, reaching as though to seize the young man. Rand fended him off roughly. “What do you mean, Morr?”
 The heat inside of him seemed ready to burst out. There really was sweat beading on his face now. “Saidin was . . . strange,” he said hoarsely. His words came in rapid bursts. “Worst there—I could . . . feel it . . . in the air all around me—but strange everywhere around Ebou Dar. And even a hundred miles away. I had to fight it; not like always; different. Like it was alive. Sometimes . . . Sometimes, it didn’t do what I wanted. Sometimes, it . . . did something else. It did. I’m not mad! It did!” The wind gusted, howling for a moment, shivering and snapping the tent walls, and Morr fell silent.
“That isn’t possible,” Dashiva muttered into the silence, but nearly under his breath. “It is not possible.”
“Who knows what’s possible?” Rand said. “I don’t! Do you?” Dashiva’s head came up in surprise, but Rand turned to Morr, moderating his tone. “Don’t worry, man.” Not a mild tone—he could not manage that—yet heartening, he hoped. His making, his responsibility. “You’ll be with me to the Last Battle. I promise it.”
The young man nodded, and scrubbed at his face with his hand as though surprised to find it damp, but he glanced at Torval, who had gone as still as stone. Did Morr know about the wine? It was a mercy, given the alternatives. A small and bitter mercy.
Rand picked up Taim’s missive, folded the page, and thrust it into his coat pocket. One in fifty mad already, and more to come. Was Morr next? Dashiva was surely close. Hopwil’s stares took on a new meaning, and even Narishma’s habitual quiet. Madness did not always mean screaming about spiders. He had asked once, warily, where he knew the answers would be true, how to cleanse the taint from saidin. And got a riddle for answer. Herid Fel had claimed the riddle stated “sound principles, in both high philosophy and natural philosophy,” but he had not seen any way to apply it to the problem at hand. Had Fel been killed because he might have puzzled out the riddle? Rand had a hint at the answer, or thought he might, a guess that could be disastrously wrong. Hints and riddles were not answers, yet he had to do something. If the taint was not cleansed somehow, Tarmon Gai’don might find a world already ruined by madmen. What had to be done, had to be done.
“That would be wondrous,” Torval said in a near whisper, “but how could anyone short of the Creator or . . . ?” He trailed off uneasily.
Rand had not realized he had spoken any of his thoughts aloud. Narishma’s eyes, and Morr’s, and Hopwil’s, belonged in one face, shining with sudden hope. Dashiva looked poleaxed. Rand hoped he had not said too much. Some secrets had to be kept. Including what he would do next.
In short order, Hopwil was running for his horse to ride to the ridge with orders for the nobles, Morr and Dashiva to find Flinn and the other Asha’man, and Torval was striding off to Travel back to the Black Tower with commands for Taim. Narishma was last, and thinking of Aes Sedai and Seanchan and weapons, Rand sent him away as well, with careful instructions that made the young man’s mouth tighten.
“Speak to no one,” Rand finished softly, gripping Narishma’s arm hard. “And don’t fail me. Not by a hair.”
“I won’t fail,” Narishma said, unblinking. With a quick salute, he was gone, too.
Dangerous, a voice whispered in Rand’s head. Oh, yes, very dangerous, maybe too dangerous. But it might work; it might. In any event, you must kill Torval now. You must.
Weiramon entered the council tent, shouldering aside Gregorin and Tolmeran, trying to shoulder aside Rosana and Semaradrid, the lot of them eager to tell Rand that the men in the trees had decided wisely after all. They found him laughing till tears rolled down his face. Lews Therin had come back. Or else he really was mad already. Either way, it was reason to laugh.


JS Scope
In JavaScript, scope refers to the current context of your codes variables, functions and objects. Scopes can be globally or locally defined. When you first type a line of code in JavaScript you are in the Global Scope
. A variable
in the global scope can be accessed and used by any functions in the file.
// global scope
var name = 'Nick';
If a variable is created inside of a function it is in theLocal Scope
and is only defined inside that function, same with functions inside of functions. If you tried to call it outside of the function it would return undefined as the outside of that function can not see the variable.
var myFunction = function () {
var name = 'Nick';
console.log(name); // Nick
};
// Uncaught ReferenceError: name is not defined
console.log(name);
Being in local scope could be compared to being inside of a car with tinted windows. No one outside of the car can see you or know it's you inside of the car, but you can see them and know what going on outside of the car. If you wanted you could pull over and use something from outside but no one could stop you and use anything inside your car (in a crime free world!).
Having good knowledge of local and global scope will allow you to understand where variables and functions are accessible, be able to change the scope of your code’s context and be able to write faster and more maintainable code, as well as debug much faster.


A web-based tool for visualizing neural network topologies. It currently supports UC Berkeley’s Caffe framework.
Released under the MIT license.All included network models provided under their respective licenses.


{% extends "global/Base.html" %} {% load staticfiles otree %} {% block content %}
On a scale from 1=very uncertain to 6=very certain, how certain are you that your colleague has made the same choice as you?
{% include Constants.instructions_template %} {% endblock %}


"The Haunting"
Reviewed by Heather Picker
Directed by Robert Wise. Written by Nelson Gidding. Starring Julie Harris, Claire Bloom, Richard Johnson, and Russ Tamblyn. 1963, 112 min., Rated G.
In 1963, as movie-goers were being treated to a new Hitchcock experience that would leave them afraid of birds, director Robert Wise ("The Body Snatcher," "West Side Story") brought to the big screen a chilling, literate adaptation, thanks to screenwriter Nelson Gidding, of the classic Shirley Jackson novel "The Haunting of Hill House." A haunted house story, how scary can it be? Well, it is fairly nerve wracking and lots of fun to behold, in this instance.
Hill House has a long history of depression and death and it is supposedly haunted. Dr. Markway (Richard Johnson) is the expert on the supernatural who has asked a few people who've had otherworldly experiences or gifts, to join him in a stay at the house, during which time he'll be investigating and hopefully observing the reported paranormal events that occur in the house. Eleanor (Julie Harris) is an emotionally fragile woman whose life, until recently, has been consumed by caring for her ill mother, which she greatly resents but feels somewhat ashamed to admit. This provides a bit of a parallel between Eleanor's fate and that of a young woman who was once brought to Hill House to care for one of it's original inhabitants.
Theodora (Claire Bloom), who was chosen for her acute sixth sense, is one of the first screen lesbians to not be written or portrayed as evil and predatory, which is refreshing. However, the overtones concerning Theo and Nell aren't all that subtle at times, which becomes distracting. Rounding out the group is skeptic Luke (Russ Tamblyn), heir to the mansion. At first he cares only about how much money the house and it's possessions will fetch him (as his aunt puts it, he has intended to live off the house, but never in it), but that will eventually change.
Gripping, great entertainment with a bravura Harris performance that many Sandy Dennis roles evoke. Bloom's nicely underplayed Theodora, and Tamblyn's wisecracking Luke were my favorite characters, though Johnson is appropriately authoritative as Dr. Markway. Wise employs a visual style that was ahead of its time, and Gidding's script is first-rate. Moody lighting and the Gothic mansion look beautiful, and the story never panders to the "I've gotta see it to believe it" notion, which makes the suspense all the more delightful.
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Print On Demand Gems
Print on demand games can get a bad rap. I think this is mostly because anyone with an idea can publish a game regardless if it’s been vetted or not. This is not necessarily a bad thing. It gives opportunity to those who may not have another avenue for bringing their games to life. In the age of self-published content, there is a lot that needs to be filtered. Here is a couple of print on demand games from several print companies that I think are worth taking a look at (though not all of them are abstract strategy games).
Print and Play Games
Ni-Ju by Néstor Romeral Andrés
Blue by Néstor Romeral Andrés
The Game Crafter
Four Tribes by Grey Gnome Games
Memory Kings by Sneaky Pirate Games
Pai Sho by The Garden Gate
Camelot by Parker Brothers
Cam by Parker Brothers
Drive Thru Cards
Pairs: Tree Deck by Cheapass Games
Light Speed by Cheapass Games
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BRIDE OF CHUCKY (1998)
Rating: 1.5 stars (out of 4.0) ******************************** Key to rating system: 2.0 stars - Debatable 2.5 stars - Some people may like it 3.0 stars - I liked it 3.5 stars - I am biased in favor of the movie 4.0 stars - I felt the movie's impact personally or it stood out ********************************* A Movie Review by David Sunga
Directed by: Ronnie Yu
Written by: Don Mancini
Ingredients: Possessed plastic dolls in love, plastic dolls having sex
Starring: Jennifer Tilly, Voice of Brad Dourif, Katherine Heigl, Nick Stabile, John Ritter
Synopsis: This is the fourth film in the CHUCKY series, which debuted in the late 1980s. Basically, Chucky is a plastic doll that can walk and talk because it is possessed by the spirit of a slain murderer. In BRIDE OF CHUCKY, Chucky's longtime girlfriend Tiffany (Jennifer Tilly) dies and her spirit inhabits a female plastic doll through voodoo. Dolls Tiffany and Chucky get married and embark on a quest to reach a cemetery in New Jersey, where a mystical gem might enable them to be humans. The dolls stow away in the back of a vehicle driven by a newly eloped couple, so in the side plot, the couple suspects each other of being a murderer.
Opinion: BRIDE OF CHUCKY is an attempt at horror with humor, but doesn't succeed. Somehow, Chucky moaning about mid life crisis, and how he should have gotten married does not make for a very scary Chucky. And Tiffany harping about mid life crisis, and how she should have gotten married does not make for a very scary Tiffany. The suspenseless BRIDE OF CHUCKY relies mostly on Jennifer Tilly's cleavage to keep attention during the first half, and on occasional puns to keep attention during the second half. The best that can be said about BRIDE OF CHUCKY is that it is sarcastic.
Reviewed by David Sunga November 1, 1998
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Preparation time
less than 30 mins
Cooking time
10 to 30 mins
Serves
Serves 2
Make the most of seasonal wild garlic in this rich, spicy, garlicky broth that perfectly complements brill.
For the broth, place the vegetable stock, coconut water and slice of ginger in a pan and bring to the boil. Reduce the heat, add the Jerusalem artichokes and simmer until tender, around 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, crush the garlic, dried chilli and salt in a pestle and mortar to a paste.
For the fish, mix the parsley with the lime zest and a small amount of olive oil to combine and use to coat one side of the brill fillets. Place the fish on a piece of parchment paper in a steaming basket and set to one side.
Pour 500ml water into a separate pan that your steaming basket fits on top of and add the bonito flakes, half a lime, the garlic clove, wild garlic and ginger, then bring to the boil. Place the steaming basket over the pan and steam for 5-7 minutes, until just cooked through.
When the Jerusalem artichokes are tender, add the sea beet leaves, sea kale, wild garlic and white soy to the broth and simmer for a further minute. Stir in the chilli paste to taste.
To serve, spoon some of the broth into a bowl and place the brill on top and season with salt and pepper. Spoon some of the sea vegetables on top of the fish and around the bowl, sprinkle with coriander and chilli and eat straight away.


Command line utility¶
dataknead
includes the knead
command line utility you can use for simple conversion of data formats.
knead cities.csv cities.json
Will transform a filed called cities.csv
to a file called cities.json
and is equivalent to this piece of Python code
Knead("cities.csv").write("cities.json")
knead
can also be used as a quick way of viewing the contents of a file, just give it an input file
knead cities.csv
This is equivalant to
print(Knead("cities.csv").data())
You can also specify the input and output formats, when those are not available in the file extension, or if you want to overwrite them. This is useful in combination with the --stdin
option, which allows you to take data from stdin and directly transform output from a HTTP API to something else.
For example, this API request gives you back a JSON summary of the article for Amsterdam on the English Wikipedia.
curl https://en.wikipedia.org/api/rest_v1/page/summary/Amsterdam
Piping that into dataknead using --stdin
and -if json
gives you a nicely formatted file
curl https://en.wikipedia.org/api/rest_v1/page/summary/Amsterdam | knead --stdin -if json
All options¶
You’ll see this when running knead -h
usage: knead [-h] [-v] [--input-format INPUT_FORMAT]
[--output-format OUTPUT_FORMAT] [--stdin]
[input] [output]
Fluently process and convert data formats like JSON and CSV
positional arguments:
input Input file
output Output file
optional arguments:
-h, --help show this help message and exit
-v, --verbose Show debug information
--input-format INPUT_FORMAT, -if INPUT_FORMAT
Input format
--output-format OUTPUT_FORMAT, -of OUTPUT_FORMAT
Output format
--stdin Take data from stdin (requires --input-format)


The Jetstar Group is a network of value based carriers providing low cost fares across Australia, New Zealand and the Asia Pacific region. It is the largest low cost airline in the Asia Pacific region by revenue and has flown over 200 million passengers since it launched in 2004. Jetstar branded carriers operate more than 4500 flights per week to more than 75 destinations.
Altara Resources together with Jetstar are currently seeking dynamic, motivated people who wish to become cabin crew for the following bases:
- Melbourne/Avalon Dual
- Sydney
- Brisbane/Gold Coast Dual
- Cairns
- Newcastle
- Adelaide.
Casual Cabin Crew must be available to work a minimum of 15 days per calendar month including 4 weekend days.
Ideal candidates would be:
- Over 18 years of age
- Be able to reach 210cm without shoes on
- Experienced in a customer service environment & comfortable in a selling role
- Physically fit with a good attendance record in your current position
- An Australian Citizen or hold Permanent Residency Status with the right to remain in Australia indefinitely
- Fluent in English (both written and spoken)
- Prepared to work unsociable hours, any day of the year, at any time including weekends
- Ready to meet the challenge of dealing with people and demanding situations
- Able to work under pressure and coordinate multiple time sensitive issues
- Of professional appearance including Attire, Skin, Teeth, Nails, Hair, Personal Grooming, No visible tattoos or body piercing (1 earring per ear is acceptable)
- A holder of a School Certificate (year 10 or relevant working experience).
And in possession of or willing to obtain at your own cost prior to commencing employment:
- Current Senior first Aid Certificate with 12 months validity
- Current Responsible Service of Alcohol Certificate
- Valid passport, with a minimum of 12 months validity
- Successful completion of the nominated ground school training and assessment program.
To be successful, applicants must be able to demonstrate the ability to:
- Perform cabin safety functions, including identifying safety matters, taking action to address safety matters and co-operating with other crew to reduce the risk of injury to passengers and Jetstar employees
- Provide excellent customer service during long sectors
- Ensure effective communication within the cabin and cockpit and with Altara and/or Jetstar personnel to maintain an effective and harmonious working relationship
- Maintain skills, knowledge and physical ability to perform all emergency procedures
- Consistently display professional standards of behavior and personal presentation.
Recruitment Process:
Stage One:
Stage Two:
- Complete a Video Interview
- Attend an Assessment Centre.
Stage Three:
- Reference check
- Complete medical
- Complete security and police checks / apply for ASIC
- Provide completed pre-employment documents for review and assessment.
Stage Four:
- Successfully complete Ground School Training and Assessment Program (approx. 5 weeks).
Once all four stages of the recruitment process have been successfully completed only then will employment be offered.
Note: The Ground School Training and Assessment Program is the last stage of the assessment period and as such no wage will be paid for the duration of the Training and Assessment Program.
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Meet the devs!
Tracy Williams
Tracy graduated from the University of Washington in 1981 with a bachelor's in Computer Science with a focus on data structures. Since then he's worked as a software engineer, field applications engineer, and sales rep, and has filled various management roles up to VP Engineering & Quality. When he's not coding, Tracy enjoys spending time with his wife, Kim, riding one of his two motorcycles, or hanging out at his cabin in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest.
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Create a menu to allow the user to choose from items from your clothing store. Genres of items will be as follows:
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What's New
The current release of the Tabulator is 0.8
Version 0.8
- SIMILE Timeline view added.
- Views can be added on the fly.
- Source fetching revamped.
- Page load status icons update properly.
- Grabbing HTTP 30x as seealso / redirect.
- Fixed a number of issues with duplicate query results.
- Tabulator Status Widget added.
- Optional query parameters added.
- Button added to show/hide query bar on tabbed views area.
- Color-coding added to pinpoints when multiple queries are displayed on the map.
- Added RegExp filters to SPARQL.
- Tutorials added for views, SPARQL.
Version 0.7
- Initial release.
- Tabbed views added below outline.
- RDF Parser switched (rdf/rdfparser.js).
- Incomplete but functional SPARQL support added.


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