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Chronic subdural hematoma simulating transient cerebral ischemic attacks. Case report.
A patient is presented in whom chronic subdural hematoma simulated transient ischemic attacks. The neurological manifestations were those of recurrent, transient episodes of expressive dysphasia preceded by focal sensory deficit. Various pathophysiological mechanisms which could have caused the unusual clinical picture are briefly considered. |
I've got this little problem that I cannot controlYou put my heart in jail but now it's on paroleYou thought that you had left me alone in the rainBut I saw you and my dead heart started up again
I do not wa-wa-wa-wa-want youI do not nee-nee-nee-nee-need youI just like the way you walkThe way you moveThe way you talkOh yeah
And I can't let goInfatuation's got a hold on meA midnight flight to insecurityAnd I can't let goAnd she's making me lose my grip on realityInfa-fa-fatuation
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-NI-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N
You said that you loved me but that was long agoAnd if I asked you out again would you still say noIs your heart filled up with ice is your glare still coldOr have you changed your mind since then filled it up with gold
I do not wa-wa-wa-wa-want youI do not nee-nee-nee-nee-need youI just like the way you walkThe way you moveThe way you talkOh yeah
And I can't let goInfatuation's got a hold on meA midnight flight to insecurityAnd I can't let goAnd she's making me lose my grip on realityInfa-fa-fatuation
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-NI-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N
Because you doesn't mean I cannotDon't cast my heart way cos it's all that I've gotI've got this little problem that I cannot controlYou put my heart in jail now it's on parole
I do not wa-wa-wa-wa-want youI do not nee-nee-nee-nee-need youI just like the way you walkThe way you moveThe way you talkOh yeah
And I can't let itAnd I can't let itAnd I can't let goInfatuation's got a hold on meInfa-fa-fatuationA midnight flight to insecurityAnd I can't let goInfatuation's got a hold on meInfa-fa-fatuationA midnight flight to insecurity |
Significance of time scale differences in psychophysics.
We present modeling of both rational processes (thoughts) and emotional processes (feelings) on a two-dimensional lattice and on extremely simplified two-dimensional phase space of the brain. Our purpose is to analyze influence of differences in time-scales of various types of processes. In particular, we show that no 'central executive structure' between consciousness and unconsciousness, the existence of which was suggested by psychologists, is not needed. |
Preserving the person: The ethical imperative of recovery-oriented practices.
For more than a decade the principles of mental health recovery have been promoted as an alternative to traditional models of care. Recovery-oriented practices are those that recognize the strengths of service users and empower them within the mental health system. In contrast to a more hierarchical model of care in which service providers make decisions with a pronounced absence of input from service users, recovery-oriented practices emphasize shared decision-making, respect for service user goals, and the recognition of the full humanity of all persons in care relationships. Recovery-oriented care has yet to be embraced by the majority of service providers, however. There are several reasons for this failure but among them is the lack of attention given to the ethical ground of recovery. This article seeks to bring recovery into conversation with moral philosophy by arguing that recovery-oriented care is essentially linked to fundamental rights and values of personhood within a liberal democracy. By joining together a conception of personhood rooted in essential vulnerability and a Rawlsian perspective on justice, this article argues that recovery is not only a desirable approach to mental health practice but that it is ethically necessary. It argues that recovery practices are not exceptional interventions to be reserved for a few but that a recovery-orientation entails fundamental elements of justice and respect to which all persons are entitled. |
using Nethereum.Generators.Core;
using System;
using System.Collections.Generic;
using System.IO;
using Nethereum.Generator.Console.Models;
using Newtonsoft.Json;
using Nethereum.Generators;
namespace Nethereum.Generator.Console.Configuration
{
/// <summary>
/// Responsible from retrieving code generator configuration and setting default values
/// </summary>
public class GeneratorConfigurationFactory : IGeneratorConfigurationFactory
{
public IEnumerable<ContractProjectGenerator> FromAbi(string contractName, string abiFilePath, string binFilePath, string baseNamespace, string outputFolder)
{
var abi = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.GetFileContent(outputFolder, abiFilePath);
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(abi))
throw new ArgumentException("Could not find abi file or abi content is empty");
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(binFilePath))
binFilePath = abiFilePath.Replace(".abi", ".bin");
var byteCode = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.GetFileContent(outputFolder, binFilePath);
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(contractName))
contractName = Path.GetFileNameWithoutExtension(abiFilePath);
var generator = new ProjectGenerator
{
Namespace = baseNamespace,
OutputFolder = outputFolder,
Contracts = new List<ContractDefinition>
{
new ContractDefinition(abi)
{
ContractName = contractName,
Bytecode = byteCode
}
}
};
return generator.GetProjectGenerators();
}
public IEnumerable<ContractProjectGenerator> FromProject(string destinationProjectFolderOrFileName, string assemblyName)
{
(string projectFolder, string projectFilePath) =
GeneratorConfigurationUtils.GetFullFileAndFolderPaths(destinationProjectFolderOrFileName);
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(projectFolder) ||
!Directory.Exists(projectFolder))
return null;
var codeGenConfig = FromConfigFile(projectFolder, assemblyName);
if (codeGenConfig != null)
return codeGenConfig;
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(projectFilePath))
projectFilePath = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.FindFirstProjectFile(projectFolder);
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(projectFilePath) ||
!File.Exists(projectFilePath))
return null;
var language = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.DeriveCodeGenLanguage(projectFilePath);
return FromAbiFilesInProject(projectFilePath, assemblyName, language);
}
public IEnumerable<ContractProjectGenerator> FromAbiFilesInProject(string projectFileName, string assemblyName, CodeGenLanguage language)
{
var projectFolder = Path.GetDirectoryName(projectFileName);
var abiFiles = Directory.GetFiles(projectFolder, "*.abi", SearchOption.AllDirectories);
var contracts = new List<ContractDefinition>(abiFiles.Length);
foreach (var file in abiFiles)
{
var contractName = Path.GetFileNameWithoutExtension(file);
var binFileName = Path.Combine(Path.GetDirectoryName(file), contractName + ".bin");
var byteCode = File.Exists(binFileName) ? File.ReadAllText(binFileName) : string.Empty;
contracts.Add(new ContractDefinition(File.ReadAllText(file))
{
ContractName = contractName,
Bytecode = byteCode
});
}
var generator = new ProjectGenerator
{
Language = language,
Contracts = contracts,
OutputFolder = projectFolder,
Namespace = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.CreateNamespaceFromAssemblyName(assemblyName)
};
return generator.GetProjectGenerators();
}
public IEnumerable<ContractProjectGenerator> FromTruffle(string directory, string outputFolder, string baseNamespace, CodeGenLanguage language)
{
FileAttributes attr = File.GetAttributes(directory);
var directoryName = attr.HasFlag(FileAttributes.Directory) ? directory : Path.GetDirectoryName(directory);
var compiledContracts = Directory.GetFiles(directoryName, "*.json", SearchOption.AllDirectories);
var contracts = new List<ContractDefinition>(compiledContracts.Length);
foreach (var file in compiledContracts)
{
var contract = JsonConvert.DeserializeObject<TruffleContract>(File.ReadAllText(file));
contracts.Add(contract.GetContractConfiguration());
}
var generator = new ProjectGenerator
{
Language = language,
Contracts = contracts,
OutputFolder = outputFolder,
Namespace = baseNamespace
};
return generator.GetProjectGenerators();
}
public IEnumerable<ContractProjectGenerator> FromConfigFile(string destinationProjectFolder, string assemblyName)
{
var configFilePath = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.DeriveConfigFilePath(destinationProjectFolder);
if (!File.Exists(configFilePath))
return null;
var defaultNamespace = GeneratorConfigurationUtils.CreateNamespaceFromAssemblyName(assemblyName);
var configuration = ABICollectionConfiguration.FromJson(configFilePath);
return configuration.GetContractProjectGenerators(defaultNamespace, destinationProjectFolder);
}
}
} |
Q:
Check if object has function defined using a string variable
Given following code, I want to check if someObject has bar function using the variable fn.
var SomeObject = function() {};
SomeObject.prototype.foo = function() {
var fn = 'bar';
// todo: I want to check if this object has 'bar' function.
// if yes call it
// Note: you can't do if(typeof this.bar === 'function')
// got to use the variable fn
};
var OtherObject = function() {
SomeObject.call(this);
};
OtherObject.prototype = Object.create(SomeObject.prototype);
OtherObject.prototype.bar = function() {
console.log('great. I was just called.');
};
var obj = new OtherObject();
obj.foo();
A:
if (typeof this[fn] === 'function') {
this[fn]();
}
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Q:
Type Passing / Changing
public abstract class ASTNode3 extends ASTNode {
ASTNode child1;
ASTNode child2;
ASTNode child3;
public ASTNode3(ASTNode c1, ASTNode c2, ASTNode c3) {
child1 = c1;
child2 = c2;
child3 = c3;
}
public ASTNode getChild1() {
return child1;
}
public ASTNode getChild2() {
return child2;
}
public ASTNode getChild3() {
return child3;
}
}
public class IRProc extends ASTNode3 {
public IRProc (String p, Vector v, IRCmdSeq cmds) {
super(p,v,cmds);
}
I extended the ASTNode as shown below, but when i try to pass in a Vector and a String as arguments I keep getting errors. How can I pass in these values without affecting the node. I was thinking of creating an intermediate class that handle the type, but i don't know how to.
A:
In the line
super(p,v,cmds);
you try to call the constructor ASTNode3(ASTNode c1, ASTNode c2, ASTNode c3) with the arguments String p, Vector v, IRCmdSeq cmds. This doesn't match.
You have to create instances of ASTNode to call super(). How you do this depends on what you want to do. Perhaps you should explain what kind of information p, v and cmds actually contain.
|
Q:
"Two valid but unequal nodes with the same `data-reactid`" - How to fix
I have a component that I am rendering where I use some jquery to create new input fields based on the div that is already rendered. I am still learning react, and I am getting the error of the two valid but unequal nodes with same data-reactid. I know its because I am just cloning the same div back into the dom, but any tips on the basic way to solve this? Been looking into keys but don't know how to put them in place. Thanks in advance.
component:
var AddNew = React.createClass({
getInitialState: function() {
return {name: '', quantity: '', price: ''}
},
nameChange: function(e) {
this.setState({name: e.target.value});
},
quantityChange: function(e) {
this.setState({quantity: e.target.value});
},
priceChange: function(e) {
this.setState({price: e.target.value});
},
createNewInput: function(e) {
e.preventDefault();
$(".add-new:last").clone().insertAfter("div.add-new:last");
},
render: function() {
return (
<div>
<div className="new-section">
<div className="add-new">
<ul>
<li>
<label>Name</label>
<input className="add-name" type="text" value={this.state.name} onChange={this.nameChange} />
</li>
<li>
<label>Quantity Available</label>
<input id="quantity" type="number" value={this.state.quantity} onChange={this.quantityChange} />
</li>
<li>
<label>Price</label>
<input id="price" type="number" value={this.state.price} onChange={this.priceChange} />
</li>
</ul>
</div>
</div>
<button className="add-another" onClick={this.createNewInput}>+ Add another Input</button>
</div>
);
}
});
A:
I recommend a more "reactive" approach.
Instead of using jquery:
initialise the state with an array (to store the state of the multiple sets of input items)
render the elements from the array
when the Add another set of inputs button is clicked, a new empty object {name: '', quantity: '', price: ''} is added into the array and immediately rendered, as the render method is called each time the state changes.
The html inputs and other tags that you render for each object in the array should be wrapped in one html element, let's say a div. If you put a key attribute with a unique value to this div you will get rid of the data reactid error.
But better to show the code I had in mind (you can also see it in action here: https://jsbin.com/tinoda/edit?js,console,output):
var AddNew = React.createClass({
getInitialState: function() {
return {elements:[]}
},
nameChange: function(index, e) {
var elements = this.state.elements;
elements[index].name = e.target.value;
this.setState({elements: elements});
console.log(this.state.elements);
},
quantityChange: function(index, e) {
var elements = this.state.elements;
elements[index].quantity = e.target.value;
this.setState({elements: elements});
console.log(this.state.elements);
},
priceChange: function(index, e) {
var elements = this.state.elements;
elements[index].price = e.target.value;
this.setState({elements: elements});
console.log(this.state.elements);
},
createNewSet: function(e) {
var elements = this.state.elements;
elements.push({name: '', quantity: '', price: ''});
this.setState({elements: elements});
},
render: function() {
return (
<div className="new-section">
{this.state.elements.map((element, index) =>
<div key={index}>
<div>
<label>Name</label>
<input className="add-name" type="text" value={element.name} onChange={this.nameChange.bind(this, index)} />
</div>
<div>
<label>Quantity Available</label>
<input className="add-name" type="text" value={element.quantity} onChange={this.quantityChange.bind(this, index)} />
</div>
<div>
<label>Price</label>
<input className="add-name" type="text" value={element.price} onChange={this.priceChange.bind(this, index)} />
</div>
</div>
)}
<button className="add-another" onClick={this.createNewSet}>+ Add another set of inputs</button>
</div>
);
}
});
|
Piz Tremoggia
Piz Tremoggia is a mountain in the Bernina Range of the Alps, located on the border between Italy and Switzerland. It lies between the Val Fex (Graubünden) and the Val Malenco (Lombardy).
References
External links
Piz Tremoggia on Hikr
Category:Bernina Range
Category:Mountains of Graubünden
Category:Mountains of Lombardy
Category:Mountains of the Alps
Category:Alpine three-thousanders
Category:Italy–Switzerland border
Category:International mountains of Europe
Category:Mountains of Switzerland |
Mission Statement:
The Arts Students League is a service organization for the art students at North Arkansas College. This group endeavors to be all-embracing and diverse. Its desire is to build a sense of camaraderie in the art department and to enrich the environment for all students. Our organization's purpose is to help build a tight-knit-community of artist, designers, performing artist, artisans, and anyone interest in the creative arts.
Sponsor:
Dusty Domino, Art Director
Contact:
You can now be included in an online community for Art Student League on the Northark Portal. Membership in this group will allow you to access social networks, send email and chat with other members sharing common interests. If you would like to sign up follow this link: Art Student League Group |
Democratic Representative-elect Rashida Tlaib said she plans to wear a traditional Palestinian garment to her swearing-in ceremony next month.
"Sneak peek: This is what I am wearing when I am sworn into Congress. #PalestinianThobe #ForMyYama," Tlaib, who is Palestinian-American, wrote in an Instagram post on Friday. A thobe, or thawb, is a traditional ankle-length garment worn throughout the Arab world and some countries in East and West Africa, while "yama" is Arabic for mother.
The embroidery on Palestinian dresses varies per city, village or region and is a way for the wearer to show pride in one's origins. Tlaib's mother is from Beit Ur al-Fauqa, outside Ramallah, and her father from Beit Hanina, an East Jerusalem neighborhood.
Tlaib made history in November, when her victory in Michigan's 13th Congressional District made her the first female Muslim to be elected to the House of Representatives. She was followed shortly later by fellow Democrat Ilhan Omar of Minnesota, who won the seat formerly occupied by Keith Ellison.
Tlaib has made headlines regarding her position on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict on several occasions. Before winning her primary in August, her campaign represented her as supporting a two-state solution and aid to Israel. But since her victory, she has explicitly endorsed a one-state solution and called for an end to aid to Israel, prompting the pro-two-state-solution lobby group J Street to officially withdraw its support for her.
Earlier this month, Tlaib told The Intercept that she plans to lead a delegation of lawmakers to the West Bank. Tlaib said the delegation's goal is "to humanize Palestinians, provide an alternative perspective to the one [the American Israel Public Affairs Committee] pushes, and highlight the inherent inequality of Israel’s system of military occupation in Palestinian territories, which Tlaib likens to what African-Americans in the United States endured in the Jim Crow era. |
#!/usr/bin/env ruby
require "bundler/setup"
require "rockflow"
# You can add fixtures and/or initialization code here to make experimenting
# with your gem easier. You can also use a different console, if you like.
# (If you use this, don't forget to add pry to your Gemfile!)
# require "pry"
# Pry.start
require "irb"
IRB.start
|
Hg(ii) bacterial biouptake: the role of anthropogenic and biogenic ligands present in solution and spectroscopic evidence of ligand exchange reactions at the cell surface.
We have used a whole cell biosensor to investigate how the chemical speciation of aqueous Hg(ii) affects its biouptake. The reporter system consists of a model gram-negative bacterium (Escherichia coli) with a chromosomally inserted merR::luxCDABE fusion. Synthetic aminopolycarboxylate organic ligands (EDTA, DTPA, EDDS, and NTA) as well as naturally-occurring thiol-containing ligands (cysteine, penicillamine, and glutathione) were used to control Hg(ii) speciation in solution. We observed that all aminopolycarboxylate ligands promote the biouptake of Hg(ii), following trends unexplained by Hg(ii) speciation. Hg(ii) biouptake was greatly enhanced in the presence of cysteine whereas it was inhibited in the presence of penicillamine and glutathione. Bioreporter exposure to increasing concentrations of Hg(ii) quantitatively complexed by EDTA, DTPA, EDDS and cysteine showed that the extent of uptake is dose-dependent until a plateau is reached. Additionally, Hg LIII-edge X-ray absorption near edge structure (XANES) spectra of Hg(ii) associated with the bioreporter membrane under the conditions used to perform the biouptake experiments suggest that a ligand exchange reaction occurs between the Hg(ii)-aminopolycarboxylate complex and thiol moieties at the cell membrane. We conclude that ligand-exchange reactions at the cell surface play a critical role in the bacterial biouptake of Hg(ii). |
AdjustHSV node
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The **AdjustHSV** node adjusts the hue, saturation and value of the input image.
.. image:: images/node_filter_adjusthsv.png
:align: center
Inputs
++++++
The **AdjustHSV** node requires a color input texture.
Outputs
+++++++
The **AdjustHSV** node provides a single color texture.
Parameters
++++++++++
The **AdjustHSV** node has the following parameters:
* *Hue* defines how hue is affected.
* *Saturation* defines how the colorfulness or the texture is affected.
* *Value* defunes how the lightness is affected.
Example images
++++++++++++++
.. image:: images/node_adjust_hsv_samples.png
:align: center
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Breast-milk intake measurement in mixed-fed infants by administration of deuterium oxide to their mothers.
Breast-milk intakes in infants can be estimated from measurements of water turnover rates after the oral administration of small doses of deuterium oxide (2H2O) to the infant or its mother. However, when the former method is used it is not possible to distinguish water intakes from milk and those from other sources. Giving a 2H2O dose to the mother avoids this problem. The theoretical basis for these techniques is examined and useful compromises between the requirements of theory and practice are suggested. Results obtained for breast-milk intakes of Gambian and Papua New Guinean children are used to illustrate the potential value of the procedures. |
The invention relates to a fuel delivery device for a motor vehicle, having a fuel tank, which has a surge baffle, and a fuel pump for delivering fuel from the surge baffle to a motor vehicle internal combustion engine via a feed line, and having a sucking jet pump arranged in the fuel tank.
Fuel delivery devices of this type are frequently used in today's motor vehicles which have diesel engines or spark ignition engines as the internal combustion engine, and are thus known. In these devices the fuel pump delivers fuel from the surge baffle into the feed line and to the sucking jet pump. The sucking jet pump serves to deliver fuel into the surge baffle from a region of the fuel tank which is remote from the surge baffle and is generally separated from the region with the surge baffle by a saddle. However, the connection of the sucking jet pump to the surge baffle is very complicated to install. Furthermore, the surge baffle has to be arranged at a very low point within the fuel tank and has to be open at the top so that fuel gets into it from above when the fuel tank is empty or nearly empty. In the case of diesel fuel, in particular, this leads to pronounced foam formation which becomes ever more intensive the hotter the fuel is. In addition, when the tank is nearly empty, air is drawn in by the sucking jet pump and this likewise leads to a pronounced formation of foam. This foam is then drawn in by the fuel pump and leads to the fuel delivery being interrupted. Particularly pronounced formation of foam occurs in modern diesel engines since in these the fuel flowing back into the fuel tank via the return line is at a very high temperature. |
Acute hepatic failure in swine: hepatectomy versus vascular occlusion.
The two most promising surgical animal models of fulminant hepatic failure (FHF) for investigation of the safety and efficacy of new treatment modalities were analyzed in a porcine study. Animals underwent total hepatectomy or devascularization of hepatic artery and portal vein followed by portocaval (PC) shunting. Survival time, technical feasibility, safety, and reproducibility of the models were investigated. Devascularization seems to be most useful for studying the development and treatment of FHF caused by ischemia and its side effects. Total hepatectomy is superior for investigation of the anhepatic status and treatment of FHF by bioartifical liver support systems. |
[Platelet retention test Homburg (RTH) and drug monitoring of platelet adhesive properties of von Willebrand factor].
Platelet plug formation is initiated by the process of platelet adhesion, mainly mediated by the von Wille-brand factor (VWF). Therefore, apart from established criteria the platelet adhesion property is a further criterion to determine VWF e. g. in diagnosis and treatment of von Willebrand disease (VWD). The new platelet retention test Homburg (RTH) is designed to close this gap. It is characterized by its non-thrombogenic filter with interconnecting pores, which retains platelets from blood when pressed through this filter due to the resulting shear stress. The RTH, in particular, proved to be highly sensitive in detecting the platelet adhesive property of VWF after its release from endogenous storage sites by desmopressin or infusion in VWD patients or its supplementation in vitro. |
Q:
Why there is instead of in java.util.Collections.unmodifiableList API
Why there is <?e extends T> instead of <T> in unmodifiable APIs of java.util.Collections
e.g. consider unmodifiableLis API
public static <T> List<T> unmodifiableList(List<? extends T> list)
Why not, just
public static <T> List<T> unmodifiableList(List<T> list)
Edit:
This is not duplicate of When do Java generics require instead of and is there any downside of switching. That question intend to find the importance of <? extends T> over <T> and what would be the impact if change is done from one to other. I understand the difference in both syntax (<? extends T> and <T>), however in case of unmodifiable collection APIs, context (and hence my question) is different.
A:
It's so you can do things like this:
List<Integer> intList = new ArrayList<Integer>();
// . . . populate intList
// now create an unmodifiable version:
List<Number> numList = Collections.unmodifiableList(intList);
Note that because generics are not covariant, so you cannot assign from a List<Integer> to a List<Number>:
numList = intList;
even though each element would be assignment-compatible. If you changed the signature of unmodifiableList as you suggest, it would run into the same problem (since the return type in my example would be forced to be List<Integer> once the parameter was bound).
|
Q:
Python: urllib2.urlopen(url, data) Why do you have to urllib.urlencode() the data?
I thought that a post sent all the information in HTTP headers when you used post (I'm not well informed on this subject obviously), so I'm confused why you have to urlencode() the data to a key=value&key2=value2 format. How does that formatting come into play when using POST?:
# Fail
data = {'name': 'John Smith'}
urllib2.urlopen(foo_url, data)
but
# Success
data = {'name': 'John Smith'}
data = urllib.urlencode(data)
urllib2.urlopen(foo_url, data)
A:
It is related to the "Content-Type" header: the client must have an idea of how the POST data is encoded or else how would it know how to decode it?
The standard way of doing this is through application/x-www-form-urlencoded encoding format.
Now, if the question is "why do we need to encode?", the answer is "because we need to be able to delineate the payload in the HTTP container".
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package commands
import (
"github.com/spf13/cobra"
"github.com/MichaelMure/git-bug/commands/select"
)
func newDeselectCommand() *cobra.Command {
env := newEnv()
cmd := &cobra.Command{
Use: "deselect",
Short: "Clear the implicitly selected bug.",
Example: `git bug select 2f15
git bug comment
git bug status
git bug deselect
`,
PreRunE: loadBackend(env),
PostRunE: closeBackend(env),
RunE: func(cmd *cobra.Command, args []string) error {
return runDeselect(env)
},
}
return cmd
}
func runDeselect(env *Env) error {
err := _select.Clear(env.backend)
if err != nil {
return err
}
return nil
}
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What is the typical recent grad salary as software engineer? - lhsieh
What is the typical recent grad salary as software engineer near the San Francisco bay area?
======
smeyer
I went to Harvard, and 100k seemed like a pretty typical salary for my recent
grad friends, although commonly accompanied by stock and/or signing bonuses. I
knew one guy making about 200k per year at an established company once you
prorated out the stock awards over the vesting period.
------
lhsieh
I was asked by HR and was told that its around 70k. How should I respond to
question like this in the future?
~~~
debacle
What platform would you be writing on? Unless you're doing HTML cutups or
working almost exclusively in WordPress, 70k is a joke.
~~~
lhsieh
The company's software stack includes php and python. But on average, what
number should I give? And start-ups vs larger companies?
~~~
debacle
In SF you should start at no lower than 90k. I would start at 110k and let
them work you down to something more reasonable with concessions.
------
beamatronic
100k
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God's gift of life is too short to be exhausted on thousands of everyday anxieties and fears. Sadly, the average person will get to the end of their life and realize that more than half of it was spent struggling with these kinds of problems. Because they didn't know what to do, many of these people never found any satisfaction in life. You can and will become bigger than those struggles by enhancing the positive energy that God already has flowing within you.
If you want to see positive change now, you'll find the quickest path to fulfillment with prayer through God's love. There is no time to spend on loss, negativity, and defeat when you can be achieving tangible, historically proven results with minimum time and effort invested. |
A mobile network operator or MNO, also known as a wireless service provider, wireless carrier, cellular company, or mobile network carrier, is a provider of services wireless communications that owns or controls all the elements necessary to sell and deliver services to an end user including radio spectrum allocation, wireless network infrastructure, back haul infrastructure, billing, customer care, provisioning computer systems and marketing and repair organizations.
In addition to obtaining revenue by offering retail services under its own brand, an MNO may also sell access to network services at wholesale rates to mobile virtual network operators.
A key defining characteristic of a mobile network operator is that an MNO must own or control access to a radio spectrum license from a regulatory or government entity. A second key defining characteristic of an MNO is that an MNO must own or control the elements of the network infrastructure necessary to provide services to subscribers over the licensed spectrum.
A mobile network operator typically also has the necessary provisioning, billing and customer care computer systems and the marketing, customer care and engineering organizations needed to sell, deliver and bill for services, however, an MNO can outsource any of these systems or functions and still be considered a mobile network operator. |
Support in a time of need. The team approach at Mercy Medical Hospice addresses medical, emotional, and spiritual needs.
Mercy Medical Hospice, Daphne, AL, uses an interdisciplinary team approach, which includes medical, nursing, social work, pastoral care, pharmacy, therapies, volunteer, and bereavement services. Mercy Medical has two home care offices and offers inpatient respite care for short periods, which is helpful for those who have an inadequate care giver system or need time to work out a better alternative to care in the home. An assessment of medical and nursing care needs, mental and emotional state, and psychological and spiritual needs is the first step after patients enter hospice. The entire team develops a care plan for the patient and family. Among the issues they address are education about the disease process, medication for pain control and symptom management, and how the patient and family cope with the patient's imminent death. Working with the dying and their families can be stressful for staff members, and they offer each other a lot of support. Working in hospice requires good stress management techniques, but staff feel that it is a calling that enriches their lives. |
CARACAS, (BM) – A few hours ago, the Su-30MK2 fighter was urgently raised into the air on combat alert, because of the approach of two American military aircraft to the borders of Venezuela, learned BulgarianMilitary.com according local sources and news agency Aviapro.
Read more: US military actions against Venezuela threaten the peace in Latin America
A Russian-made fighting vehicle successfully dealt with two potential intruders at once.
According to sources, two American military aircraft, without any identification, took off from the air base in Puerto Rico, and critically approached the borders of Venezuela.
Therefore, the Su-30MK2 fighter was raised to intercept them, which not only intercepted potential violators, but also successfully forced them to retreat from the Venezuelan airspace.
It is reported that initially the crews of American military aircraft ignored the requests of a combat fighter pilot, however, “after a determination of decisiveness”, they were forced to comply with the requirements of Venezuela and leave the airspace near the borders of the Latin American state.
Read more: Russian and Venezuelan Pilots Hold Joint Training to Enhance Air Cooperation
It should be clarified that the United States previously stated its readiness to “press” Venezuela by sending warships and military aircraft to this region, and therefore, in Caracas, they decided to act much more decisively, driving away the potential enemy from their borders.
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Robust Catalysis on 2D Materials Encapsulating Metals: Concept, Application, and Perspective.
Great endeavors are undertaken to search for low-cost, rich-reserve, and highly efficient alternatives to replace precious-metal catalysts, in order to cut costs and improve the efficiency of catalysts in industry. However, one major problem in metal catalysts, especially nonprecious-metal catalysts, is their poor stability in real catalytic processes. Recently, a novel and promising strategy to construct 2D materials encapsulating nonprecious-metal catalysts has exhibited inimitable advantages toward catalysis, especially under harsh conditions (e.g., strong acidity or alkalinity, high temperature, and high overpotential). The concept, which originates from unique electron penetration through the 2D crystal layer from the encapsulated metals to promote a catalytic reaction on the outermost surface of the 2D crystal, has been widely applied in a variety of reactions under harsh conditions. It has been vividly described as "chainmail for catalyst." Herein, recent progress concerning this chainmail catalyst is reviewed, particularly focusing on the structural design and control with the associated electronic properties of such heterostructure catalysts, and also on their extensive applications in fuel cells, water splitting, CO2 conversion, solar cells, metal-air batteries, and heterogeneous catalysis. In addition, the current challenges that are faced in fundamental research and industrial application, and future opportunities for these fantastic catalytic materials are discussed. |
I'm trying to create a pie graph that displays wedges as the pie slices. I currently use gluPartialDisk() to do this. But now I want to give it a slight 3d look by extruding the wedge up and scaling the cap down a bit. Since gluPartialDisk() uses a quadratic formula to calc the polygon I am not sure how or if I can extrude it. Does anybody know a way to do so.
If not I created an alg. to create a mulitfaceted polygon based wedge which I can extrude but I would like to use glu if possible. |
The present invention relates to a check system for checking information indicative of connections in a multistage switching network. In particular, the present invention relates to a check system for checking connection logistics between an output terminal of a switching section in one stage and an input terminal of an associated switching section in the next adjacent stage, for all connection paths in a multistage switching network which comprises two or more stages of switching groups each including two or more switching sections.
An example of a multistage switching network is described in conjunction with a three-stage switching network. A switching size is indicated by M by N (M.times.N) when the three-stage switching network has M input lines and N output lines (where M and N are each a natural number). The three-stage switching network includes the three stages of switching groups. The switching group in the first stage comprises P switching sections (where P is a natural number represented by M/m). Each of the P switching sections has a switching size of m by r (m.times.r) that is defined by m input lines and r output lines (where m and r are each a natural number, and m.ltoreq.M). The switching group in the second stage comprises R switching sections each having a switching size of p by q (p.times.q) that is defined by p input lines and q output lines. Likewise, the switching group in the third stage comprises Q switching sections (where Q is a natural number represented by N/n) having a switching size of r by n (r.times.n) that is defined by r input lines and n output lines. The three-stage switching network further comprises a main control section. The main control section controls connections between the individual switching sections of the first, the second, and the third switching groups. In addition, the main control section comprises a memory unit for use in storing information indicative of the connections between the individual switching sections of the first, the second, and the third switching groups.
Each switching section in the switching groups comprises a switching unit and a switch control unit. The switching unit has a plurality of input terminals and a plurality of output terminals and is adapted to connect one of the input terminals to one of the output terminals. The switch control unit controls the switching unit.
The following problems arise in such a multistage switching network if no checking is made about whether the information indicative of the connections between the switching sections stored in the memory unit is logically correct.
The main control section of the conventional multistage switching networks searches an available path for the connection according to the information indicative of the connections that is stored in the memory unit. Such operation is made even though a portion of the information is incorrect, when the main control section receives a request for establishing a connection between the input and the output terminals in the multistage stage switching network. The output terminal already occupied may be allocated to other path. This means the path which is already established for the individual switching sections may be disconnected when there is a request for establishing a connection between the input and the output terminals in the multistage switching network with a portion of the information indicative of the connections being damaged in the memory unit.
In addition, the conventional multistage switching networks may download a command for connection into the individual switching sections that is different from the actual status of connection between the switching sections established according to the incorrect information stored in the memory unit. This may result in establishment of a path that is different from the one already established.
The main control section is connected to the individual switch control units in the switching sections via control signal lines. The control signal lines may be disconnected or the switch control unit in the switching sections may be reset. If such disconnection or reset happens, the information indicative of the connections in the memory unit is downloaded into the individual switching sections after recovery of the connection. The downloading is made in order to match the connection status with the connection indicated by the information in the memory unit of the main control section. The path that is already established between the individual switching sections may be disconnected when the downloading is made with a portion of or entire the information indicative of the connections is damaged in the memory unit.
Therefore, an object of the present invention is to provide a check system for checking information indicative of connections in a multistage switching network, in which the checking system is capable of checking whether the information is damaged that is stored in a memory unit and is indicative of connections in the multistage switching network to avoid accidental disconnection of the path that is already established between individual switching sections due to incorrect information about the connections. |
This Disgraceful video was published by the European Commission for a campaign designed to attract more women to a career in science. The commission said that the video had to "speak their language to get their attention" and that it was intended to be "fun, catchy" and strike a chord with young people. "I would encourage everyone to have a look at the wider campaign and the many videos already online of female researchers talking about their jobs and lives,"The original video was taken down after it received so many negative comments. |
The Fuck of My Life
My husband gives me his usual bullish fucking, then gets up to leave. I lie in bed listening to him use the bathroom. The shower clicks on, clicks off. His shaver clicks on, clicks off. At 6am precisely the buzzer trills; the car is here to take him to the airport. He's running late. I hear him bumping about and swearing and he leaves without saying goodbye. As the door clicks closed, I feel a mix of emptiness and relief. I roll over to avoid the wet patch, pull the covers back up, and fall asleep.
I lie there for hours, dozing, dreaming. I'm still in bed at ten when the door clicks open again: the maid. "Fuck," I mutter, then call out "Hello!"
The maid appears in the bedroom doorway. She looks embarrassed and says "so sorry."
It's a new girl, I notice, dark-skinned, possibly Indonesian. Our eyes meet, and neither of us looks away. Silence. Something passes between us then; I don't know what it is. Seconds pass as she stands there in the doorway. Eventually I look down, and hear myself apologising back: "No no, I'm sorry. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be out of here". She waits in the hallway while I pull on a blouse and trousers and slip out of the flat.
I grab coffee in the lobby bar at the Four Seasons and spend the afternoon shopping on Orchard Road. But my mind keeps drifting back to that maid; to that look that passed between us. What did it mean? What did I feel? Showering before dinner I think about her again, and to my shock I experience a flush of arousal. I find myself going back to the bed, lying where I lay, looking up to where she stood, touching myself.
The next morning I lie in bed again, but I can't sleep. I'm feeling confused; aroused; apprehensive. Ten o'clock comes and I hear the click of her key in the door. She appears again in the bedroom doorway, unbidden this time. I feel myself blushing. She looks just as I remembered; impossibly young and slight, and strikingly attractive. The gaze and the feelings are the same.
"Come here," I say.
Holding my eye, she crosses the room and stands right next to me.
"Sit down."
She sits beside me. I look at her: the gentle curve of her hips; her slender arms; her delicate lips. She wears a sweet, cheap perfume, but there's a musky scent beneath that's all her own. Gingerly, I touch her on the arm. She doesn't pull away. Still looking into her eyes, I find myself leaning closer; kissing her on the lips. The kiss is soft and beautiful and I feel her body respond.
Lying back in the bed, I gently guide her down next to me, and we go on kissing, long and slow. Our tongues touch, and we sigh with pleasure.
"Take your clothes off," I say, surprised now by the urgency in my voice.
She sits up and shrugs off her blouse and her bra, revealing small breasts, like a teenager's. She sits like that for a few seconds, regarding me with a look of sheer lust, and I feel a rush of desire. Then she slides down her skirt and knickers, and slips into bed beside my naked body. We kiss more deeply then, running our hands over each others' breasts and hips and thighs.
I squirm with pleasure, as I feel her fingers begin to circle round my clit. I swear and moan uncontrollably. She kisses and sucks at my nipples, and strokes my clit faster and faster until even my breathing falters, and everything seems to fall away. As the wave of the orgasm passes over me, she's there, smiling, still gazing into my eyes. We kiss and kiss, 'til its darkening outside, and she tells me she has to go. I realise hours have passed. She dresses and gets up to go to the door. I ask her name.
"Shira".
It's six more days until my husband returns, and I fill those days with Shira. At ten each morning I hear the click of her key in the door, and moments later we are in each others' arms. We pass whole days kissing, staring into each others' eyes, and making love. Around six o'clock each day she leaves, and never says where she is going. Each evening I take dinner with the other currency traders' wives, and say nothing about her. Instead I listen to them talking about shops and dinner parties, about their husbands' career plans and ambitions, about whether and when and where to have children.
I keep a vibrator in my top drawer by the bed. One day I take it out and show it to Shira. She smiles. It's a smooth, half moon shaped thing, from a boutique in Far East Plaza. She takes it, and just the sight of her holding it fills me up with desire.
"Fuck me with it, Shira."
We kiss gently, and she switches the vibrator on. I lie back, and she runs it in slow circles round my breasts. My nipples harden with tingling pleasure. Then she moves downwards, taking her time. My body shivers with anticipation, and I feel myself getting wet.
She kisses me, and slips her tongue right inside my mouth just as she touches the vibrator to my clit. I'm so aroused I come hard almost right away. She withdraws the thing then, moves it back up to my breasts. As she traces circles, I can feel the hot wetness of my cunt against my nipples. She carries on kissing me, slow and deep, and I groan in bliss.
Slowly Shira moves the vibrator back down, over my belly and back to my clit. She holds it there while she kisses me hard, and I come again. I come five or six more times like that, 'til my body can take no more. Sweaty and shaking, I roll over onto my hands and knees. Shira slips the vibrator inside me; fucks me with it hard.
Thursday evening comes. It starts to get dark, and Shira leaves. I sit alone in a chair by the bed, feeling cold and confused. My husband flies back Saturday morning. I make a strong vodka tonic, and drink it sitting there in the bedroom. I can still smell Shira. "Fuck." I fix another vodka, then dress and take a car to Far East Plaza.
Ten o'clock Friday and she's there again. We kiss violently in the doorway and I push her towards the bed. I open her blouse, pull off her bra, and kiss and kiss at her gorgeous breasts. I press her back down onto the bed, sucking and biting at her nipples.
She's still in her skirt but I lift it up and tug down her knickers. She gives a little gasp of pleasure as I push three fingers straight into her. Then I go down, looping my tongue over her clitoris again and again until it quivers, and I feel her body begin to tense.
I leave her hanging there on the edge of her orgasm, and go back to fucking her with my fingers. First three fingers, then four, then I ease my entire hand inside her body, making her emit a strange moaning. Gently I withdraw my hand, and go back to circling my tongue over her clit, quicker and quicker, 'til she bunches up the bedsheets in her fists and cries out.
"Stay here," I whisper, kissing her and slipping out of the bed.
When I return Shira's eyes widen. I'm wearing a strap-on dildo. Smiling, she rolls over onto all fours on the bed, pushing her shapely arse up towards me. Lifting her skirt, I ease the thing into her. It is big; bigger than my husband's cock. She gives a loud groan as it fills her.
I start to fuck her, slowly at first. It is a wonderful feeling to be penetrating her. As my excitement mounts, my fucking becomes faster, more bullish, until the room is filled with the sound of her cries and of slapping flesh.
When I withdraw, it is to reach over to my top drawer for a tube of lube, which I squirt liberally onto her derrière. Then I slide the dildo gently into her arse, and give her a hard fuck that way too.
When she can take no more, I remove the dildo, and we kiss and cuddle right through 'til dusk.
As dark falls, she looks into my eyes. "I must go," she says.
"I know."
I don't know what I feel.
I don't know what to feel.
She dresses all too quickly, kisses me deeply and then leaves. I hear the door click closed. I sit in the bedroom chair and cry. About an hour later, the phone rings. I answer. It's my husband, calling from his hotel room in Hong Kong. He's telling me he'll be home around four o'clock tomorrow, in time for the Halletts' cocktail party. He's telling me he's missing me. He's telling me he's going to give me the fuck of my life. |
Media devices, such as a set top box, a stereo, a television, a computer system, a game system, or the like, are configured to receive media content. The media content may be received at the media device from a variety of sources. For example, the media device may be communicatively coupled to a media content provider system, such as a satellite system, a cable system, a fiber optic system, an over the air (OTA) system, and/or the Internet. The received media content is communicated to a presentation device having a display and/or speakers. The video portion of the media content is presented on the display and the audio portion of the media content is reproduced as sounds by the speakers.
In some instances, the media device, referred to hereinafter as a local media device, may be communicatively coupled to a mobile media device. The mobile media device may be further configured to receive media content from the local media device. Accordingly, media content events may then be presented by the mobile media device. Such exemplary mobile media devices include cellular phones, smart phones, electronic tablets, personal computers, laptop computers, netbooks, or the like.
Some media content events may not be appropriate for young adults or children. Many devices and schemes are in place to enable parental control rights that restrict access to such inappropriate, and thus restricted, media content events by the young adults or children using the media device. Such parental control rights devices and schemes rely on information that is associated with the media content event, such as the well known motion picture rating system and/or television program rating systems that classify media content events with regard to suitability for audiences in terms of issues such as sex, violence, substance abuse, profanity, or other types of mature content. Information pertaining to the rating, or certification, for a particular media content event may be included in the metadata portion of the media content event.
The detectable rating information may be used to limit access to inappropriate restricted media content under various parental control schemes. When the restricted media content event is processed by the local media device, the media content event rating information is compared to parental control settings stored at the local media device. If the media content event rating information violates the parental control setting information, presentation of the restricted media content event may be halted, terminated or otherwise disrupted.
The mobile media devices may also have parental control devices and schemes. However, when an inappropriate or otherwise restricted media content event is communicated from the local media device to the mobile media device, the parental control settings in effect at the local media device may not be known and/or enforced at the mobile media device. For example, the parental control settings of the transmitting local media device may be more restrictive that the parental control settings of the receiving mobile media device. Accordingly, the mobile media device is not able to restrict access to the media content event in accordance with the parental control setting of the transmitting local media device.
Accordingly, there is a need in the arts to manage access to restricted media content at a mobile media device that is configured to receive media content from a local media device. |
The objective is to understand how neurons in the vertebrate central nervous system (CNS) make proper connections with each other. This is one of the fundamental problems in development neurobiology. Answers to this problem should have important implications for many developmental diseases of the nervous system and problems concerning regeneration following injury to the CNS. One important aspect of how neurons become properly wired is how their growth cones navigate through the developing embryo to find their correct target neurons. However, the mechanisms which guide neuronal growth cones to their targets in the vertebrate CNS have been difficult to study primarily due to the complexity and large number of neurons found in the CNS of most vertebrates. I propose to study this problem in the embryonic spinal cord of the fish, the simplest part of the CNS of a relatively simple vertebrate. The early embryonic spinal cord of fish is an excellent preparation for pursuing this question since it contains a relatively small number of neurons which are easily visualized in the living embryo, can be identified as individuals or members of a small pool of homogeneous neurons, and studied with methods allowing analysis of single neurons. The aims of this proposal are to describe the behavior of single identified growth cones and to delineate the cellular mechanisms which guide these growth cones to their targets. This will be accomplished by intracellular injection of a variety of dyes into individual embryonic neurons, analyzing their growth cones and the substrates of these growth cones with light and electron microscopy, and manipulating the environment of these growth cones by selectively ablating individual cells with a laser microbeam. |
Chills ran down my spine last night when the telephone rang. It was a call from my sister. “There’s something I must tell you about!” “Have you heard yet what happen a few days ago?” I had the feeling that something had happen bad, when I heard the quiver in her voice. “Anne, Roger is dead!” Cathy telling me he was gone rang through my head for awhile. Cathy went on to tell me “he was found in the Appomattox River Saturday evening.” “The police think he had committed suicide.” “There weren’t any apparent signs of foul play.”
I couldn’t sleep after Cathy told me that Roger was dead. Every time I tried to close my eyes to sleep I would see Roger before me. I couldn’t help but think about what was going through his head when he was taking his final breaths. Roger had mental health issues that had affected his whole life. He wasn’t sure that he was loved by anyone. He died alone with no one there to hold his hand. He died a very lonely man.
For many years now, he has been running from himself. No where to lay his head without worrying that someone would come after him. He had been in and out of mental hospitals. The last I heard before he died, he was living in a group home where life was starting to prosper a little. He had actually gotten a job which made people think he was happy. But apparently he wasn’t happy inside of himself.
His medications had finally been adjusted where he was feeling fine and wanted to start making something of his life. Roger’s problem for many years has been when he realizes that he was feeling good; he felt he no longer needed the medication. He was not aware that he was feeling fine BECAUSE the medication was working. Before you knew it issues would arise once again. This time when he stopped his meds, no one knew until he was dead.
I can’t help but to go back and think about his last hours that led up to him taking his life. Numerous things must have been going through his head when he was standing before ending his life. It was the middle of the night and no one knew he had left home when he went to the bridge to jump. Did he know God? Had he been speaking to God when he wanted to die? Did he hear voices saying that he was no good to where he figured that he would be better off dead so go ahead and jump? All those questions have run through my mind. The most painful thing is he died alone. No one was there for him or to hold is precious hand and keeping him from jumping.
God, why did you let this happen? Why didn’t you send your angels to break the fall? Why didn’t you let someone from the group home find him before he got to the bridge? Why wasn’t the group home watching him more closely? Where were you God when all this was happening? Were you sitting back in your corner and telling him to do what he pleases? God didn’t you care about your special child? Where you there to welcome him home to Heaven? Were the angels there to help him when he was in despair?
Lord, now I realize that you were there with Roger when he jumped. You were there and were crying with him when he cried he couldn’t take anymore of this life here on earth. You had sent Your angels to be with him when he jumped. You were there to welcome him to Heaven when he took his final breath. You saw that Your servant was weary and torn down to a frazzle. You knew it was time to bring Your servant home to Glory. You told him when he was jumping that from this moment on he would not suffer anymore. You picked up Your servant and carried him in Your bosom to Heaven, to be with you forever.
Lord, please help the other Rogers that are here on earth that have not yet taken their lives yet. Help them to know You. Help their families to see that help is needed. Please place someone in their lives that will walk beside them holding their heads up high. Lord, please have taken Roger to Heaven with you. May he be at peace now in your home of no pain or worry.
Many families have someone who is mentally ill or mentally handicapped. They are often treated by their families badly almost as if they are not human. Many families want to place them somewhere where they are out of the way. When they are out of sight they are out of mind. It is when they have a fare up that the family hears about them and then it is “just stay away from me. Go do your thing” Families just don’t want to be bothered with them. These special people are just to much trouble and an embarrassment to them.
We need to see them who they really are, God’s special children. God has placed them here among us for a reason. We need to show them the love of Christ. They are no different than us. They just have a few problems that cause them to not be able to do for themselves and act inappropriate at times.
Roger, God has given me the peace that you are with Him in a place where there is no more suffering and pain. You are no longer under the curse of mental illness. You are free from medications and hospitals. You can now think straight; a place where there is joy in your heart. You are now carefree . Enjoy the freedom you have newly found.
Lord we just lift up all the families that have been affected by suicide. Touch each family member and let them know that you see what has happen. Comfort them. Give them peace beyond understanding. Shine Your love upon them today. Give them peace in the mist of the storm. In Jesus Name, Amen
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Q:
What is the name of the sense that keeps track of where your body parts are?
I know that we have a sense that allows the brain to keep track of the locations of each of our limbs, digits, etcetera, but I can never remember what it is called. I would guess that most people aren't aware that this sense even exists, although life would be very difficult without it (you know how hard it is to walk when you have a "dead [i.e., numb] leg"? Imagine that, in all your limbs, all the time).
What is the technical term for this sense?
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This so-called sixth sense is called kinesthesia or proprioception. There are some slight differences between the two, in that kinesthesia only refers to moving parts, whereas your proprioceptive sense can identify the position of your body even when still.
kin·es·the·sia
awareness of the position and movement of the parts of the body by means of sensory organs (proprioceptors) in the muscles and joints.
pro·pri·o·cep·tion
the sense of the relative position of neighbouring parts of the body and strength of effort being employed in movement.
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The BCTF has just announced that they have reached an interim agreement with the BC Public School Employers' Association and government as a first step in the process to implement the collective agreement language recently restored by Supreme Court. Please see the news release and live stream press conference below.
I hope everyone had a restful, well deserved break, wonderful holidays and is happy to be back. The BCTF currently has some advisory committee positions open. Please click the link above to for more information and details on how to apply. |
Q:
How to pass to views amount of user nodes variable?
I am trying to make a view with users who added most nodes. I want to sort them by the amount of added nodes of a specific content type.
Is there any chance to count this in Views? Should I pass the variable from module? How can I do this variable pass to views?
I don't have any idea on how to make this trick.
A:
Try the User Stats module. I've done exactly this before with it, worked like a charm. Some more details about this module (from its project page):
Provides commonly requested user statistics for themers, IP address tracking and Views integration. Statistics are:
days registered;
join date;
days since last login;
days since last post;
post count;
login count;
user online/offline;
IP address;
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DIY Valentine’s Coffee Mugs
How about surprising your loved ones with something homemade this year? We’ve come up with a couple of techniques for you to choose from to make a fun & fancy Valentine’s Day mug. Check out our instructions and make it on your own!
Step1:
Clean off your mug with a paint brush and rubbing alcohol. You want the surface to be clean when you apply the painter’s tape for your design. This helps the ink to adhere to the mug easier.
Step2:
With the painter’s tape, place a few strips on your mug so you can draw out a design. Choose any design you’d like, we created a Valentine’s Printable for you to use if you need some inspiration, just transfer the designs to the tape with pencil or marker (keeping in mind the rubbing alcohol will make the marker run a little).
Step3:
Use the exacto knife to remove the excess tape. This will probably take the longest depending on how intricate your design is. Just make sure you keep pressing on the tape, especially small pieces, so that when you apply the ink it doesn’t bleed under the design.
Step4:
Now that your design is completely cut out. Take a cotton swab and dip it in whatever ink color you choose and start painting your mug, letting the colors overlap to create a watercolor effect. Push the colors from left to right, wrapping around the mug or allow them to drip any way you desire.
Step5:
Allow the ink to dry before peeling away the tape stencil you created. You can clean up an bleeding colors with a cotton swab and rubbing alcohol. |
Abraham Lincoln believes slavery must not be allowed in the territories. Stephen Douglas says that popular sovereignty should decide the issue of slavery. John Bell thinks that the federal government should support slavery. John Breckinridge says the federal government must protect slavery.
Lincoln won easily, but had no Southern Electoral votes. He wasn't even on the ballot in most southern states.
Seven states that made the confederate states of America. South Carolina was the first to become a confederate state and six others followed. Four more states seceded after Ft. Sumter. |
Why Defense Debates Are Unbalanced
A reporter asked me the other day why my side of the military budget debate—for slashing spending—has been quiet lately. Given that I have been spending too much time makingsucharguments, I was slightly annoyed. The conversation was a useful reminder that most people, even reporters and policy wonks, do not think about how the debate about defense favors the status quo. People assume that Beltway debates are broad, that the marketplace of ideas works, and that by reporting what happens in Congress, the Pentagon and think tanks, reporters give a fair sense of the issue.
They do not, and it’s not really their fault. There is a two-part explanation. The first is the standard collective-action story. Defense spending creates concentrated benefits and diffuse costs. Terms like “iron-triangle” or “military-industrial complex” are shorthand for its beneficiaries. Agencies get budget, contractors and districts get jobs, and their representative gets votes thanks to that spending. Ambition, funding and socialization tiethe think tanks that one hears from most on defense to defense interests.
We all pay slightly higher taxes for excessive military spending but not enough to incentivize much organized resistance. So the opposition is weak: usually a smattering of libertarians, taxpayer advocates and the remnants of the antiwar movement. Those interests get juiced by wars, which greatly impact a minority of Americans, and by austerity, which makes military spending a threat to other concentrated interests, like lower taxes and growing entitlement spending.
But even today, wars touch few Americans. And the Budget Control Act’s spending caps have shaken but not collapsed the compromise underlying the status quo of entitlement spending growth, military spending growth and current tax rates. The Tea Party movement has not much eroded establishment Republican support for the Pentagon. Democrats with power over military budgets remain unwilling to sacrifice much of it for entitlements. So while the anti-military spending side has gained allies of late, it remains the weaker side.
The second part of the explanation is that unbalanced interests create unbalanced debate. Journalists and editors claim to be watchdogs, but they remain too busy, dilettantish and dependent on official sources to much analyze official pronouncements on their own.
Institutionalized debate is what fuels critical press coverage, and conflict among powerful interests brings that sort of debate. Hawks still dominate the official places where defense gets argued—the Pentagon, the relevant congressional committees, the think tanks favored by officialdom—so the debate that gets reported remains narrow. |
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Breast Milk
Until now, the foods I've sampled for this section have all come from the supermarket. Then one day I realized that a perfectly viable "Steve Don't Eat It" candidate has been sitting right under my nose for months. Right in my very own refrigerator. And it came right out of my wife ! No, I'm not talking about that giant cucumber, perv. I'm talking about breast milk.
That's right. And not just a little drop off the odd finger, but a genuine slug of freshly-pumped wife juice. (I'll go ahead and ignore the shiver I just got, and keep typing.)
Thinking about actually drinking breast milk has caused me to ponder the question: Is it not weirder to drink cow's milk which is truly intended for baby cows? The answer: Hell no! The only thing weirder than me drinking breast milk, is the fact that milk is coming out of my wife's chest in the first place. It sure as hell didn't do that when I met her. I'm telling you, the whole thing is lunacy. I love my wife, but does she really have to be such a mammal?
Okay, I have put this off long enough. The time has come. I'm off to The Booby Bar to see what they've got on tap...
Oh, where do I begin?
Well, I did feel the need to find the appropriate glass. Drinking it from a baby bottle seemed too on the nose (not to mention too creepy), and I didn't have enough milk to justify a martini glass. (Although with a splash of Bailey's I suppose you'd have yourself a nice "Nippletini.") Luckily the "Dumbass Website Gods" smiled down upon me. I came across the only shot glass we happened to have in the house, and it was actually from Wisconsin -- The Milk State!
I must admit that my aversion to drinking breast milk is something of a double-standard. Let me try to put this as delicately as I can out of respect to my female readers... but some women have been known to willingly "ingest" a certain dubious "body fluid" made by men, during moments of "intimacy." (These moments are known as "blow jobs." These women are known as "awesome.")
Nevertheless, I couldn't bring myself to just do the whole shot at once, so I started out with a little girly sip. And the truth is it's not that bad at all. It tastes like milk, just slightly more sweet. And mentally, just slightly more making me want to gargle with Clorox and assume the fetal position while I question my life.
Now, while I may have issues with drinking this stuff, I have been a huge fan of its packaging for years. You may be interested to know that breast milk is now available in a variety of convenient sizes:
from the portable, half-pint container...
to the more economical one gallon jugs.
To make things more interesting, and a little bit easier on myself, I decided to break out the Hershey's syrup and whip up some chocolate breast milk.
This time I just knocked the shot right back, and two words immediately came to mind: Yoo Hoo. It tasted just like good ol' Yoo Hoo. I almost want to say that drinking breast milk isn't so bad, except the other two-word phrases that also came to mind were "stomach pump" and "kill me."
I'm officially leaving all future breast milk drinking in the capable hands of my baby boy -- the one guy who now gets to second base with my wife way more than I do. But, I don't mind. I love that little asshole.
(All volumes of Steve, Don't Eat It can be found here.)
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It's not realy feasible the way you describe it. You'd need to have a screw go through the ejector block either from the top rear at an angle or from the rear (someone posted a pic of this sort of modification). This can be used to block the magazine catch from being actuated. However, in order to ensure that the catch cannot simply be removed with the action closed, you'd have to make it so that the screw also screws into the magazine catch, capturing it. This might require a catch to be made that lacks the groove at the rear of the top half to provide more metal through which the hole would be drilled and tapped. I think it'd likely be easier to go through the rear of the ejector block. One would have to separate the action, back out the screw enough to allow the catch to be depressed, and then remove the magazine in the normal fashion, and then do the reverse to reinstall the magazine. With a standard mag catch, this can also be done using the "COC-Block" component to prevent magazine catch removal.
What this mag lock design is meant to avoid is having to do something like drill through the ejector block in the first place. Except for the "COC-Block", which requires modification of a readily removable and replacable part, it is drop-in. I can literally install or remove the system in a matter of minutes, and make it useable like a standard rifle in even less time (since the third component of the system does not have to be removed to restore function), maybe two minutes. The only tool required is a screwdriver.
Despite this ease of installation and removal, the action does have to be pivoted open, preventing operation, in order for the magazine to be removed, and the same at minimum is true for removal of any component essential to making it so that such opening is required for magazine removal. For California, this meets the letter of the law for what constitutes disassembly of the action.
A method like the one above might well be suited to a ban state that uses a different fixed magazine definition that would make our FAL Mag Lock design non-compliant, but you'd have to check those laws to be sure. I'm only familiar with the California definition.
Not sure I like the name of the "COC-Block" thing, but it sounds interesting. Do you have a link? Maybe they'd sell more if they called it the "Freedom Penetrator" or something...
My son is going to school in CA, so we're trying to figure out what semi-auto rifles he could bring out and still be in compliance with Commiefornia. Like the Vz58 "Liberty," a top-loading FAL would be a possibility if we could fix the magazine without drilling into the receiver, ejector block, etc. and still maintain a pistol grip configuration.
Not sure what the actual legal definition of "disassembly of the action" is in CA to make these legal. Does it mean removing the bolt carrier / bolt from the receiver (as in the Vz58 Liberty) or can you get away with just separating the upper and lower receivers, which would be easy on a FAL? |
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With the flagrant exception of Raniero Cantalamessa, the Vatican preacher who likens the current assault on the Roman Catholic Church to the worst excesses of anti-Semitism, no one—not even the pope himself—miscalculates the enormity of the affliction that is currently upon the church. Critics have likened the crisis, brought about by revelations of widespread and unpunished pedophilia by priests, to the church’s worst since the Reformation. Benedict XVI, in his pastoral letter last month to the Catholics of Ireland, was unsparing in his assessment of the extent of the damage done to the church: The scandals, he said, “have obscured the light of the Gospel to a degree that not even centuries of persecution succeeded in doing.”
One can see in the public reaction among the faithful the emergence of the Catholic Church’s version of the Tea Party.
Predictably, given the extent and nature of the crimes in question, critics of all stripes have lined up to land blows on the Vatican and at the pope—some deserved, some gratuitous. Critics, including the lawyer Geoffrey Robertson, have even called for Benedict to be prosecuted for crimes against humanity, raising visions of a sex-crimes Nuremberg that would reduce the Vatican to rubble.
With all due respect to Robertson, that is a truly terrible idea, quite apart from the fact that the pope could almost certainly invoke sovereign immunity from prosecution in any domestic tribunal. The idea to prosecute springs, irresistibly, from the tendency in our society to see every problem, no matter how complex, as susceptible to legal resolution, and from our view of the law as a sort of magic wand, the waving of which results in this cathartic thing called “justice.” Other forms of resolution—political or spiritual resolution, for example, or compromises made for the protection of a greater ideal—are deemed inadequate by our law-obsessed culture.
Yet frankly, the law provides no good options here, and lawyers should leave the pope alone. Any attempt to prosecute Benedict XVI by showboating judges in states like Spain (where courts claim a “universal jurisdiction” in cases of crimes against humanity) or Britain (where Augusto Pinochet was prosecuted, and where the pope is due to visit in September) would derail the much, much more important process that is under way in the Catholic Church: that of intense self-examination.
The pope, in the pastoral letter I cite above, has made clear that he is among the soul-searchers who ask how such “egregious crimes”—his words—could have occurred in the bosom of a church whose raison d’être is to bring succor to the vulnerable. Part of that soul-searching is, surely, intensely personal: Who can doubt that Benedict does not ask himself whether he could not—and should not—have done more to address the rot in the church when he was a cardinal to whom some of the ugly facts of child abuse were made known?
It would be appropriate, also, for ordinary members of the Catholic Church to ask Benedict these same questions—and it is clear that they are doing so. An organic movement—grounded in a love for the church and an outrage against its defilement by errant priests—is rapidly gathering shape, a movement whose aim is to change the way the church conducts itself. One can see in the public reaction among the faithful—in Ireland, in the United States, in Mexico, and in Italy—the emergence of the Catholic Church’s version of the Tea Party, pan-national in scale.
Anti-clerical movements have always had strong roots among Catholics; but now, most disconcertingly for the clergy, it is the faithful who are asking the most adamant, probing questions. These questions will not be easily dodged; nor will the faithful be placated by casuistry or platitudes. For the sake of the church, however, and for the sake of the faith of the faithful, it is important that secular legal intervention not encroach upon center stage: That space should be reserved for those ordinary Catholics who demand change and accountability; who demand better service (as it were) from those whose vocation it is to serve; who demand apologies and recompense; who demand a brand new architecture of priesthood and, yes, a new compact between the pope and his flock.
Benedict is a wise man, and more worldly, by far, than his predecessor. He knows that the current crisis has ensured that his papacy will be the first of a new sort of scathed papacy: henceforward, no pope will be beyond the reach of his flock, and the wrath of his flock. His predecessor was the last “infallible” pope. Benedict XVI is the first of the fallible popes, and a recognition of that fact lies at the heart of all reform to come.
And so it is important that Benedict be allowed to conduct himself with dignity, to be free from the shadow of gaudy prosecution, and to be unhampered in his dialogue—impassioned, honest, painful, and emotional—with Catholic faithful around the world. The church is worth saving, but only the church can save the church. Lawyers can’t. Let us, then, allow Pope Benedict to get on with the most important task that has ever confronted a pope in the modern era. In the unlikely event that he hasn’t the wisdom to do the right thing, we can be sure that his flock will tell him so.
Tunku Varadarajan is a national affairs correspondent and writer at large for The Daily Beast. He is also a research fellow at Stanford’s Hoover Institution and a professor at NYU’s Stern Business School. He is a former assistant managing editor at The Wall Street Journal. (Follow him on Twitter here.) |
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## arguments
`arg1` Address of the label to delete.
## result
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Q:
Pass XML from C# to SQL Server
I'm trying to send XML in following format from C# (DataType string) to SQL Server stored proc:
<Content> </Content>
There is a space which should get stored as it is in SQL Server column. But it gets stored like <Content/>. So in nutshell there is loss of space from c# to SQL Server.
Is there anyway I can avoid this?
A:
The two fragments are equivalent; SQL server is just optimizing the XML.
Is there a particular reason you need the space in there? If so, you might try xml:space="preserve", like so:
<Content xml:space="preserve"> </Content>
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The African Development Bank Group and the World Bank Group, long-standing development partners of Mali, join the African Union and ECOWAS in condemning the military coup, urging a speedy resolution of the crisis, and calling for the restoration of constitutional government to preserve the development gains of the country and its people. Mali had in recent years made steady economic and social progress, and strengthened its democratic governance. The country was in the final stages of its preparation for democratic elections scheduled to take place next month.
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Alone and silent
by Kate Orman
Once upon a time, clocks ticked. Vila Restal had even seen a real ticking clock, its casing transparent to show off the complex works inside. Gears of metal interlocking and turning. Counting out the seconds.
The suit's wrist chronometer had been shattered in the explosion, along with its radio. The only clock Vila had now was his own heartbeat,counting out the seconds until the suit ran out of air.
He had shut off the external lights to save power. He was curled into a tight little ball, back to the blackness, ostensibly to protect the controls on the suit's front from micrometeorite strikes.
He had felt the explosion as an almighty slap against the soles of his feet. He had been some miles from the main shaft. At that distance, the asteroid miners were glittering insects, crawling around the groundbreakers as the hefty robots muscled their way into the rock.
The suit was armoured, which was why he had survived the blast. He wondered if any of the miners had. Perhaps they'd been lucky. Perhaps the explosion had killed them instantly, instead of sending them tumbling alone through the blackness.
***
Avon had been trying to break into the mining company's database for weeks. Which meant that he had been in a bad mood for weeks. Of course, Vila had thought, Avon was always in a bad mood; this one was just slightly worse.
He had wandered out onto the flight deck in the middle of the night, to discover Avon still awake, arguing with Orac.
"If I was arranging their security," said Vila, "I wouldn't have made it so hard to break in."
"They obviously have a secret to keep," said Avon, blearily. "I intend to find out what that secret is."
"But the fact that they've surrounded their records with so much security is a dead give-away that they do have something to hide." Vila mixed himself a drink. "If it had been me, I would have created a secure set of records, one so safe that even Orac would have trouble cracking. And then I would have kept the real records somewhere unimportant. The crackers would spend all their time trying to break into the secure area."
Avon and Orac exchanged a sharp look. At least, Avon looked at Orac sharply. "One moment," said the computer irritably.
It took more than one moment. But by the morning, Orac had ferreted out the mineral survey, lightly wrapped in security programs and tucked behind a set of records on garbage reprocessing.
"It appears to be some hitherto unknown substance," explained Orac, "Created during the formation of the stellar system, and storing in a material form the tremendous energies of that formation."
"A sort of super-coal," said Dayna. "No wonder they didn't want anyone to know about it."
"You see?" smiled Vila, triumphant. "I'm more than just a pretty face."
Avon just smiled back. "In that case, I think you're the ideal choice for the next step in this operation."
"Now, wait just a minute-"
"That's only the most general report. The specific information isn't beingkept in the central computer records at all. Someone will have to go andfind it."
After a great deal of wrangling, even Vila had to agree that he was the best person for the job. Breaking, entering, and making off anything that wasn't chained down were his specialties, after all.
In the week before his arrival on the asteroid, Vila had set a new personal record for opening locks and breaching computer security. He had set up an employee record for himself, with third level clearance. He had traced reports about the new substance. Even allowed himself to be seduced by a records clerk who knew where the first level clearance information was kept. It wasn't all bruises, he thought.
As it had turned out, the company's paranoia was even more extreme than they had thought. The only place there were specific records of what the asteroid contained was on the asteroid itself.
So Vila had changed his employee record to that of a mining supervisor, and pushed his security clearance up one more level.
***
Not one shot had been fired, not one person had died, Vila realised, asthe company's chartered shuttle left their headquarters en route to the asteroid.
They'd offered him a tour of the site. But by then the ease with which hehad infiltrated the company was starting to make him nervous. Better get down to brass tacks, he thought.
He was taking a mineral sample on a nearby ridge when a tiny tremor had gone through the ground. He'd thought it was just the vibration from the machine he was using.
And then something slapped against his feet.
In the next second, he went completely blind as the suit's faceplate blacked out, shielding him from the flash. Suddenly the ground was gone from beneath his feet, and he was tumbling slowly in the low gravity, the sampler spinning away from him.
And then the shock wave had hit him and tossed him like a child's ball across the sky.
It was several minutes before the faceplate would allow him to see outagain. He must have been miles from the asteroid - a ball of searing light that brought tears to his eyes, even through the darkened plate. There were dark blotches floating in the light. Chunks of the tiny moon's surface.
"This," he had gasped, "was not part of the plan."
***
The faceplate's heads-up display was covered in squiggles. He might have been able to make more sense of it if he had been one of the mining company's workers. Each of them had a chunk of computer wired into their skulls, just enough to allow them to run their suits and talk to the company's computers.
Not enough to allow them to talk the computers into anything, like a fat bonus. The first thing Vila had done, after checking in at the asteroid base, was to convince the accounting computer to send payment for a consignment of low-gravity tractor repair kits to an obscure corporation called Liberator Supplies. The funds had gone through without a hitch.
Which meant that they knew he had arrived safely on the asteroid, and that he'd infiltrated the company.
So where the hell were they?
It was so hard to judge distances, judge scale in the void. The nearest planet was just a bright star. The hot light of the explosion had long since died away. How far was he from where the asteroid had been?
From time to time, tiny pieces of the planetoid bounced off his suit with a pock. Several had embedded themselves in the thick armour during the explosion. Sometimes much larger chunks passed him. And once, a huge rock almost as large as he was thwacked him squarely in the back, making him yell.
They must know about the explosion by now. Would they give him up for dead? Or would they come searching for him? Would he be able to see them? Were Liberator's sensors powerful enough to spot him, or would he look like just another chunk of debris, drifting outwards?
He didn't even know how to turn on the suit's emergency beacon.
So he curled into a ball, and listened to his heartbeat, and waited for the sound of the oxygen pumps to stop.
***
Vila.
He jerked awake. He was spinning, arms and legs loose. Instinctively, he tucked them back in again.
"Who is it!" he shouted. "Can anyone hear me?" Then he remembered that the radio was broken. Maybe it wasn't -
He waited five minutes, in case the voice came again. Then he breathed out, hard.
Even the tiny rocks were gone, now. Every part of the sky looked like every other part, the burning stars above and below, except for the single glittering gas giant millions of miles away, the dim sun further away still.
"I'm hearing things," he told himself. "I knew I'd start hallucinating. Why can't I hallucinate up a nice big rescue ship, or a spare oxygen tank, or something?" He imagined the consequences of trying to hook up an imaginary oxygen tank, and shuddered.
It was tempting to turn the oxygen tanks on to full. One final drunken binge, and then sudden oblivion.
Something stopped him. Vila would have liked to have said it was courage.
***
Blake had always made him feel safe, somehow, even when they were doing insanely dangerous things. Safe for the first time in years. But Gan changed all that. And soon after that, Blake was gone as well.
Since Gan's death, he thought about death every day, in a way he never had when he was younger. It was with them all the time, like their shadows.The way he coped was to hope he would die suddenly, unexpectedly, without even a moment's fear.
He wondered if he would even notice when he died. Perhaps death was just a long, slow drift through an empty sky.
Vila.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Vila.
Whatever it was that was coming for him through the blackness, he didn't want to know.
Vila, can you hear me?
"CALLY!" he screamed. "Oh my God, Cally!"
If you can hear me, Vila, I want you to know that we're searching for you.
"Cally!" he shouted again, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
Listen to me. Stay calm, said Cally's voice firmly. If you can hear me, you must be within a certain radius of Liberator, as well as within a certain radius of the asteroid's position when it exploded. We picked up two survivors by their beacons when we entered the system. And I- I have the sense that you're still with us, somewhere...
"Thank you," he said fervently, trying not to gulp his breaths. How long had she been telepathically broadcasting, the same messages over and over, as Liberator slowly cruised through the system?
And he had been adjusting to the situation so well.
We know that you were on the surface when the asteroid exploded, in a hostile environment suit. You must conserve your oxygen for as long as possible. Vila, I want you to turn the oxygen down to the lowest possible setting.
He twisted a gloved hand until it found the controls on his chest. Carefully, he slid the oxygen pump's control down to its lowest setting.
Take small, shallow breaths. Her voice was stern. Don't move. Relax as much as you can. Stay awake, Vila!
***
I know you can hear me.
Vila jerked awake, again. He kept drifting off into a jumble of pleasant dreams.
But Cally's voice was strong inside his head. We're entering the fourth search grid now, she said. Vila, I have the strongest feeling that you're still alive, and listening to me. You must hang on, Vila.
This wouldn't be a bad way to die, really. Better than having half a ton of wall fall on you, anyway.
We've been talking to the other survivors. We think we know the reason the asteroid exploded. That mineral isn't any use as a power source - it's incredibly unstable when exposed to heat.
"'Zat so," he muttered.
That's why it's only found on the edges of the system. But it could be used as a weapon - scattered through space to form a minefield. That's making it harder to search, because we can't get too close to the debris field. Vila -
He stiffened.
Vila. I know you're there.
The voice was suddenly much more than a voice. It was such a strong sense of her presence that she might have been touching him, breathing the same thin air that he was breathing. For a moment there were no stars, therewas no Vila, there was only Cally.
I know you're still alive, Vila. I can sense you. We must be close by. You must hang on, Vila.
He was drowning in the voice. Or perhaps he was just drowning, breathing his own carbon dioxide as his skin turned blue and his fingers tingled and his field of vision began to melt into blackness.
NO! Don't you dare!
The voice gripped him, forced him to breathe, breathe, breathe. Forced him awake, tiny droplets of cold sweat randomly patterned across his forehead.
Don't you dare die, Vila, not when we're this close.
***
Time passed.
... Dayna says hello, and says to remind you that you still owe her five credits from your last game of chess. Oh, Orac's just saying something... we thought so. Vila, this isn't the first time this has happened.
I think I'd remember if I'd been marooned in space before.
He's found records which suggest that this substance has been "discovered" at least twice before. And each time, the Federation has suppressed it.
Presumably not out of a concern for the safety of the spacelines.
They didn't even try to steal it. And there's no evidence that they tried to use it as a weapon.
Vila wasn't listening. He was watching a point of light falling slowly across the sky.
It might be a large chunk of the asteroid, of course. It might be another asteroid, or a comet too far from the sun to have a tail. It might, just possibly, be Liberator. Or it might be -
We're under attack!
He felt the adrenalin slam through her body, felt her urgency as she ran to her station. He even imagined he could see the computer readout as she read it. It's just a single ship, she thought, but now she wasn't talking to him. They don't dare risk a squadron in the debris field.
If there'd been enough air, Vila would have gasped. He could see them, see the second point of light. The two ships moved in a slow, spiralling dance, and there, a blast of light as the Federationship fired on Liberator - why weren't they firing back?
This had better work, Cally thought.
Liberator broke away from the other ship. Vila imagined he could see the point of light growing larger as they hared towards him.
The second point followed, closing on them. And then Liberator veered suddenly away -
There was a huge flash of light. "What happened?" Vila's voice sounded loud in his ears.
And then Cally said, You saw that, didn't you, Vila? I know you saw that.
"Yes!" he shouted, involuntarily.
We lured the Federation scout into the debris field. Its exhaust ignited some of the remaining stuff. What's that? She was listening to someone. Vila, there are more ships on the way.
Don't leave me!
We can't break off now. He's out there, I know he is.
Liberator was coming towards him. He could just make out the shape of the ship, see the green glow of the engines, but he still didn't know how far away they were. He wanted to scream, Don't stop now! You're so close!
Vila, I know you would have switched on your suit's emergency beacon if you could. If there's anything you can do to help us find you, now's the time.
He fumbled with the suit's radio controls. His hands felt like lumps of metal at the ends of his arms, fingers clumsy and cold. He couldn't speak, just slammed the gain up all the way and hoped that there might be somevestige of function, they might hear his breathing.
Oh, he could see the ship now, larger than his outstretched hand.
Just a few more minutes, Cally was shouting at someone. Just let us keep searching for a few more minutes.
There was nothing clever he could do. No locks to pick, no security to fool. He couldn't do anything.
I won't leave you alone, said Cally. No matter what happens.
***
On the flight deck Cally was watching the main viewscreen, and everyone else was watching Cally.
She stood ramrod straight, hands touching the console in front of her. She was pale, her breath coming in slow gulps. Dayna and Tarrant exchanged glances. They were wearing rescue suits, but Cally was the only one still convinced that there was anything to rescue.
"Cally," said Avon.
She didn't answer. Her lips were moving, as though she was speaking to someone far away.
"Cally. We are going to have to break the search pattern and run."
She didn't even hear him. He grabbed her, and she overbalanced. "Let him go, Cally. He isn't worth risking the entire ship."
Cally's eyes were glazed. She raised a shaking hand. Avon grabbed her wrist.
"Look," said Dayna.
Avon realised Cally was pointing at the viewscreen.
There was a bright flare, a flash of light amongst the stars. Then another.
"Zen, can you get a fix on that energy source?" Dayna was already at a console.
"It's probably just the substance self-igniting," said Avon. "Zen, plot a course-"
"No," said Dayna. "Look."
Zen obligingly zoomed. in. "It's him!" Dayna said.
"Let's go," said Tarrant.
***
"Am I alright, then?"
"With long term oxygen deprivation," said Tarrant, "there's always the danger of brain damage."
"Which, in your case, isn't something we need to be seriously worried about," said Avon.
Vila lay back on the infirmary bed. "Wonderful. Welcome back, Vila. Rest, that's what I need. No strenuous activity for a while."
"No change to your usual schedule, then."
"Do you think," Vila wondered aloud, "that we could ever have a conversation in which no-one insulted me?"
Avon and Tarrant exchanged glances. They wandered back to the flight deck, insulting each other instead.
Cally was still holding his hand. The last few hours were a blur, but he had the impression that she had been holding it all the time. "How did you signal us?" she asked.
"I pried some of the substance loose from the suit's armour and ignited it with the attitude jets. I'm just glad someone was looking in the right direction." |
We used to date, even if we didn’t call it “dating.” For example, when we first got married, we moved into a tiny, third-floor, attic apartment. I worked down the street, and my Beloved was still finishing up her college education. (In fact, our wedding date we chose because it was during a break from classes, which gave us a couple weeks for a short honeymoon.) We had plenty of time during our off-hours to hang out together, spend time with friends, do chores together, or whatever. We used to go grocery shopping together every week, and then we’d carry all those bags up all those stairs. We had to do the laundry at the laundromat, so every week, we loaded up the car with our dirties and drove across town to the “good” laundromat. While the clothes were drying, we walked across the parking lot and got a bite to eat at Burger King. Not fancy, but it was special, and these memories I now look back on fondly.
Then we had kids. Kids change everything. We knew kids were going to change our lives. We knew this going in, but we wanted a family. I would still make the same choices in that regard, if I had to choose all over again. While the girls were little, we still had some time to spend together. Then our together time progressively shrunk, while the kids progressively grew. We still could plop them down in front of a movie with a bowl of popcorn, in order to get just a few moments to snuggle in bed together. In general, we’ve turned to little things to keep the romance alive: Sneaking a kiss in the kitchen, or a feel. Watching TV together, cuddling on the couch. That sort of thing. I find that the daily and weekly routines are comforting, especially when spent with family. A kiss goodbye. “Drive safe, and have a good day.” Eating dinner. Hanging out in the bathtub together. Or just hanging out on Facebook on two separate computers in the same room. (And IM’ing each other therefrom.)
Now the girls have finally grown old enough that they can stay at home by themselves, but we still don’t go out on dates. We have our own washer and dryer, shop for groceries separately (to save time), and we do things with our daughters, not so much with each other. It’s a real treat when both of the kids are out with friends for the evening, because that means we have the whole house to ourselves.
Sherry’s question is timely for me, because lately, I’ve been thinking that I’d like to date my Beloved. This is the kind of distance that can grow between a husband and wife while the kids are growing, and I always expected that we’d have to learn to be together again after they grew up. Buy why should we have to wait?
One possible reason is that funds are tight. It’s the economy we’re living in. We can’t afford to go out to dinner. But why couldn’t we go on a romantic picnic, for example, once the weather starts to warm? (We’d just have to think of an excuse to tell the Little One so that she doesn’t feel dejected that she can’t come along.) |
Disclaimer: Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth own RWBY.
Of Ships and Stars
Day One.
The sun shone lazily, a testament to the dying summer heat, but seemed content to bathe the world in strangely comforting warmth. The wind blew steadily, the salty sea breeze cooling any possible excess sense of heat. Two teens stood at some docks hefting two largish backpacks and staring out across the rippling ocean. Behind them towered a massively sheer cliff of white stone, with a set of equally sheer steps carved into it's face leading to the Beacon air-docks.
"I can't believe you." The female teen said with a tone of exasperation, her long red hair drifting languidly on the wind. She wore a simple red sleeveless top, black shorts and a pair of white and bronze trainers.
"I told you we wouldn't be flying." Her male companion replied, tilting his head to stare balefully at the airships soaring far above. He wore a light blue shirt rolled up this elbows, some denim shorts and his usual black and white shoes.
Pyrrha's purposefully blank stare bores into Jaune's pleading eyes. "A boat?"
Jaune, handily ignoring her deceptively calm voice, beamed at the small watercraft. "My boat." He said with not a little pride, walking out on the wooden pier towards it.
Pyrrha paused, ignoring her building irritation and taking a moment to run an appraising eye over the vessel. The long body of the boat is coloured a bright red, bearing the twin yellow Arc crescents on side. A single large kite sail stands, fluttering slightly in the wind. What looked to be a small cabin was built on the back end of craft. There were also various other parts Pyrrha hadn't ever bothered to learn because who in their right mind travels by boat, nowadays?
But, as she watched her goofy friend smile in genuine delight and excitement, she can't help but sigh in resignation. Right mind or not, she'd follow the silly boy anywhere.
"When did you get it?" Pyrrha asked with a small smile, the delight sparkling in Jaune's eyes smothering her annoyance with a spike of heady affection.
"When did I get it?" Jaune echoed with a hint of confusion, his brow furrowing minutely. Then it suddenly clears away and he gives Pyrrha a lopsided smile. "Oh! I never got her, I made her." He said, voice laced with the type of weightless joy elicited only by happy childhood memories.
"You did?" Pyrrha asked with honest surprise. Jaune laughed lightly at that, throwing his bag full of supplies into the surprisingly spacious boat.
"When I was thirteen I wanted to be a pirate." He said by way of explanation, embarrassed and playful in his unique clumsily charming way.
Pyrrha quirked a small grin in response, her eyes crinkling slightly with mirth. "And every pirate needs a boat."
"Ship." Jaune corrected instantly, in the way of someone who had done so a thousand times before. Pyrrha lifted an amused eyebrow at him, gesturing lazily at the admittedly small vessel before them both.
"This is a ship?" She questioned with the air of someone who knew the answer beforehand.
Jaune blushed lightly in embarrassment, coughing slightly. "Ah, uh… right, well technically it's a boat." He said, sounding slightly pained to admit as much.
Pyrrha chuckled as tossed her own bag into Jaune's boat as he busied himself untying the various knots keeping the boat safely harnessed to the pier. "So you sailed a lot when you were young?"
"Yeah, I loved it." Jaune shoots back giddily, still crouched over a particularly stubborn set of knotted rope. "I still do, before I came to Beacon I sailed almost every day."
"That explains a lot…" Pyrrha mused, thinking back on her first impression of Jaune. It had been a year since they had met, become partners, friends, and training mates. Jaune - despite his obvious talent - had… well really; he had been a truly atrocious warrior initially. It had taken a lot of work, and not a small amount of patience, but under her tutelage he'd flourished, quickly claiming a place as one of the most skilled in their year at Beacon.
However, she had always wondered how someone with such a lack of ability had developed so much muscle. His body had always displayed a rather impressive level of physical conditioning, and anyone who had trained as much as that, especially given his natural aptitude for combat, should have been a far better warrior.
"Pyrrha?" Jaune's voice called out, causing her to snap back to attention. She blushed when she realised the train of thought her mind had followed, thinking over the now solved mystery of Jaune's muscles. "Are you ok? You seem a little flushed."
Pyrrha waved him off, giving him a thankful smile. "No, no, I'm quite alright." She assured him.
"If you say so." Jaune said agreeably, taking her words at face value. "Ready to go?" Pyrrha gave the slightly bobbing boat an unsure glance, and Jaune, sensing her unease, laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Come on, I've done this a thousand times."
Pyrrha breathed out, expelling both air and a little anxiousness as Jaune lead her over. With a deft movement Jaune stepped over, long legs making easy work over the distance between the boat and the pier. Pyrrha blinked slowly in surprise at the display of balance, Jaune standing comfortably on the edge of the boat with a hand outstretched toward her.
"Thank you." Pyrrha said, grasping the proffered hand and throwing caution to the wind. With a small leap she jumped into the boat, almost falling over due to the completely foreign rocking motion. Jaune's warm hands hold her steady, one clasped with her own hand and the other gripping her firm upper arm. Jaune felt his mouth go suspiciously dry at the feeling of the rippling muscle, only to turn practically arid when she shot him a toothy winning smile, the type that swept all the way up to her beautiful emerald eyes.
"We-well lets get moving." Jaune said, hoping against hope that Pyrrha would ignore how obviously his voice had cracked under the strain of his waning self-control.
"Aye-aye, Captain."
It had been a few hours since they had set out, and after her initial nerves had passed Pyrrha found herself truly enjoying the experience. The sky was a cloudless blue overhead, a perfect mirror of the lightly rolling ocean that spread out endlessly around them. The sprays of ocean, heavy with the tang of salt, and the sense of freedom as the cut across the sea was relaxing in a way that Pyrrha found she could not describe.
She was calm, far calmer than she thought she would have been. She had come to slightly dread spending any amount of time in a confined space with her crush, it put her off balance in a way that she found she could not hope to control, but that too had passed. She sat in companionable silence, simply watching Jaune sail, his features alight with a fierce joy, the broad smile that stretched across his face as soon as they had left not once wavering.
"I can't wait." He laughed abruptly, practically bouncing around the deck with an air of exuberance.
Pyrrha smiled at him indulgently. "I'm sure your family misses you as well, Jaune." She said fondly. Jaune had missed his family greatly over the year, and had been overjoyed when the holiday season had finally arrived. Her smile faltered at the thought, a pang of quickly suppressed hurt shooting through her at the thought of her own family.
Jaune watched as Pyrrha's face fell, and mistook her sudden sadness as anxiety. "Don't worry, my family will love you." He assured gently.
Pyrrha felt her nerves spike at that, worrying her lip with her teeth and swinging her gaze over the endless expanse of water around her. "I hope so." She said softly.
"Hey, I'm serious!" He said bumping her shoulder lightly with his own as he sat down next to her. "You have nothing to worry about."
"But-" Pyrrha began, only to have Jaune silence with another, slightly more vigorous shoulder bump.
"No buts, I told you, everything will be fine."
"Are you sure, Jaune? It's your family, I don't want to intrude."
Jaune blows out a breath, giving Pyrrha a half exasperated half amused look. "Yes, I am sure. You won't be intruding since I invited you. And isn't it a little late for all this anyway?" Jaune asked, gesturing to the ocean around him with a raised brow.
Pyrrha laughed at that. "True." She admitted. "I won't be making a grand escape any time soon."
"Probably." Jaune agreed with a chuckle. They sat in silence for a few moments before Pyrrha spoke up once more.
"I just… I don't want to spoil such an important occasion for your family, Jaune."
Jaune rolled his eyes, an unfamiliar gesture to match Pyrrha's own unfamiliar lack of confidence. "For the last time, Pyrrha, it's fine. I want you there!"
"Sorry Jaune, I've never celebrated the holidays so," Pyrrha shrugged, looking slightly apologetic. "I just don't know."
Jaune's eyes softened at that. "Look, I know you had it pretty tough with your family," He began.
"Tough is an apt description." Pyrrha muttered bitterly.
"But you'll love it at home, and I know you'll love the holidays. It's all about sharing, giving, and being with the people you care about."
Pyrrha quirked a small smile at that, an air of wistfulness about her. "That sounds… nice."
"It is." Jaune concurred with his own slight smile. "I know your family hasn't ever celebrated it, but I am glad that you said yes to coming to mine."
"It was really kind of you, inviting me to get me out of Beacon like this." Pyrrha said genuinely.
"That's not why I did it." Jaune replied, shaking his head. "This wasn't about springing you from Beacon – I didn't even know you were planning to stay until after – I asked you because I wanted you to come."
"What?" Pyrrha exclaimed, surprised.
"Like I said, you share this holiday with the people you care about." Jaune said with a sunny smile. "That's why I invited you."
Pyrrha swallows slightly, past the building lump in her throat. She quickly turned and wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her face against the crook of his neck. Jaune returned the hug, ignoring the suspiciously damp feeling where Pyrrha's face rested.
As Jaune took in the world around him; the feel of Pyrrha's heartfelt embrace, the smell of sea-salt and subtly sweet smell of her perfume coupled with the calming sensation of the waves, he knew he would never forget such a powerful moment.
After a few moments, Pyrrha disengaged, moving back slightly. She wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hands, before giving Jaune the warmest smile he'd seen on her face yet. "Thank you, Jaune."
"No problems Pyr."
Sailing, Pyrrha decided, was her new favourite spectator sport. It was mid afternoon, and Jaune had long ago abandoned his shirt. She'd seen him sans shirt before, of course, as they lived in the same dorm and Jaune wasn't exactly shy. She really should have expected as much, considering how nonchalantly he took up wearing a dress to the Beacon dance, but this was an entirely different thing.
She watched the corded muscles in his arms, how his shoulders bulged and stomach flexed as he pulled and pushed in his efforts to steer…
Well her mild sunburn wasn't the only reason her face was bright red. The only thing hampering her enjoyment was her building hunger.
"Jaune, how do you feel about lunch?" She called out to him. Jaune took a moment to secure the ropes he had been handling, tying them deftly before shiting his attention to Pyrrha.
"Sounds awesome." He said with a chuckle, hopping down from the side of the boat he was standing upon. "Just give me a sec." He bargained, walking past her to the living area at the back of the boat. Ignoring the muffled yelp - a common occurrence - Jaune joined her not long after he had walked inside, holding a tub of pasta and wearing a loose white shirt - much to Pyrrha's chagrin. "Ta-da!" He said theatrically, holding up two forks and the pasta as he performed a low, sweeping bow.
"Classy." Pyrrha replied with a chuckle.
"I do try." He said with an easy smile, plopping himself down next to her on the lightly cushioned bench. With a small thanks Pyrrha took her proffered fork as Jaune popped open the container of food. A simple pasta paired with salad greens, chicken, and fresh vegetables - Pyrrha took a moment to glance at Jaune. The warm look in his eyes confirmed that yes, he did know that this was a favourite of hers, and that was exactly why he had made it.
"Thank you Jaune." She said, bumping shoulders with a grin and a blush. "It's one of my favourites." She confirmed.
"Mine too." He admitted easily, getting comfortable and propping the tub between them, sitting in the middle atop their lightly brushing legs.
"Oh really?" She queried, voice suddenly playful. Before Jaune could question it, her fork was already loaded with a towering amount of salad, which she promptly stuffed in her mouth. Jaune sat in stunned silence at Pyrrha's chipmunk cheeked gluttony, before she swallowed and loaded another massive forkful. With an indignant squawk Jaune realised her intentions, diving into the food with fervour to match his scarlet haired partner.
"Aha!"
"Pyrrha, that's cheating!"
"Sho?"
"Gah!"
"You fiend!"
"Ow! That fork is not a weapon, woman!"
"Shows what you kn- hey!"
"Vichtory ish mine!"
Pyrrha pouted at at Jaune, who was struggling mightily to chew around the mountain of pasta in his mouth. Despite her superior fork wielding abilities, and her head start, she had been trumped by Jaune's duplicitous tactics. A stray cherry tomato escaping from his captured salad-territory had proved to be a mere feint, leaving her stockpile open. He had promptly swooped in and stolen a crippling mouthful of her now depleted supply of pasta.
Jaune's smug face suddenly turned slightly red as he started choking on his ill-won goods. Pyrrha, noticing his distress, slammed an open hand across his back in an effort alleviate his predicament. Jaune went from the mild discomfort of a slightly blocked airway to the super-nova of fiery destruction centred on his upper back, courtesy of Pyrrha, who now looked smug herself.
"Th-thanks." Jaune whimpered, doing his best to maintain a stoic air despite the torturous agony on his back.
"Of course, partner." Pyrrha said demurely, fluttering oh so innocent eyelashes at him. Jaune looked up at her and vowed to never get in the way of Pyrrha and her favourite treats ever again.
He also noticed a stray bit of dressing on the corner of his mouth. "Oh Pyr, you've got some dressing," He trailed off, rubbing his lip indicatively.
"Oh," She exclaimed. Jaune watched, suddenly frozen and with widening eyes, as Pyrrha's tongue took a distressingly slow route of her lips. The sensuous glistening movements caused his breath to catch, and no doubt he was blushing up a storm. "Better?" She asked, oblivious to his plight.
"A-ah yup! You got it!" He said, doing his best not to squeak like the hormonal teenager he most assuredly felt like. Luckily for him, Pyrrha seems suddenly distracted, before breaking out into a yawn, covered politely with a hand.
"Oh my." She breathed out softly.
"A full stomach and a day in the sun will do that to you." Jaune said sagely, getting up and stretching out to work some energy back into his own drowsy form.
"Mm." She agreed placidly, struggling with now droopy eyes. "I think I might take a nap."
"You do that." Jaune replied, before pointing to the cabin at the back of the boat. "There's a small bedroom back there, along with a bathroom."
"How grand." Pyrrha mumbled, stifling another sigh. A bed sounded heavenly, right now.
"I can't wait." Jaune said, once more affirming his desire to return to his home.
"You'll see them soon." She reiterated, standing up, and shuffling her way to the cabin.
"Just another three days." Jaune agreed, his gaze locked into the distance, as if he could already see the welcoming shores of his birthplace.
"Mm." Pyrrha hummed in agreement, struggling against her sleep addled mind. Clumsily, she opened one of the left of the two doors in the cabin. The room was small, and rather dark, with only a small covered window allowing in scant light. The bed was plain, with light blue sheets, and a thin blanket. Beneath the bed she could see the tufty ends of heavier, furred blanket. With a sigh she fell to the bed, moaning slightly in relief when the bed proved to be rather comfortable, if a bit small.
It was as she was falling asleep that something registered in Pyrrha's mind.
'Just another three days.'
Her eyes practically flew open, panic flooding through her veins at top speed. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she was unable to say if was due to excitement, anxiety, or simple shock. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she stared up at the wooden roof above her, now completely awake.
"Three days?" She breathed, then she remembered how much she had struggled in one afternoon; struggled to hide her feelings, or her instinct to make a move on the sweet, kind, goofy, gorgeous... "Three days!" She groaned.
She was doomed.
As it turns out, she probably should have seen this coming. Ever since Jaune had asked his family if Pyrrha could join them for the end of year holidays, she'd been a veritable bundle of nerves. She wasn't a particularly skittish person, nor was she unconfident, but she did do her best to remain humble. Arrogance killed in her chosen profession, so despite her talents and long list of achievements she remained grounded, but proud and unyielding. Which is exactly why her heartfelt yearning to be accepted by his family left her so off balance.
In this slightly less than ideal state, she'd apparently not been as perceptive as she usually was. Jaune would suffer through even aerial transport if the trip was short enough, which really should have been her first clue. The amount of food and drink he brought should have also given her an inkling that the trip was longer than the few hours that she was expecting. Jaune had always been rather pragmatic about supplies, a trait she'd held pride in for her team leader. He wouldn't have packed more, or less, than was needed. He'd also packed a fair few changes of clothing, which was odd for someone returning home to a full wardrobe. And she didn't even want to think about how often she'd come across him pouring over the forecasts and current readings for the trip, dismissing it as bit of nervous paranoia. Jaune might have come a long way, but still wasn't exactly the most confident person around.
So here she was, taken completely by surprise, and stuck with her love interest on a boat in the middle of nowhere all on their lonesome for three days. She was torn; this was either a very good thing or a budding disaster.
Ah well, once the panic had past she did have an excellent rest. Having regained a bit of equilibrium, Pyrrha ventured forth out on to the deck. The air was cooler now, as dusk settled around them. The waning light bathed the sky around with brilliant shades of orange, streaked with dusky red, coupled with deepening ribbons of darkening purple.
Jaune sat on the same bench they had enjoyed lunch on earlier, propped up against the the edge and rail of the boat, reclining comfortably. In his hands was a small pad of paper, held loosely as he sketched. Pyrrha hadn't ever seen him draw before.
"Hello, Jaune." She said warmly as she approached. His head snapped up, more surprised than startled.
"Oh, hey Pyr." He called out distractedly, chewing absentmindedly on the end of his pencil.
"What are you drawing?" Pyrrha asked curiously, sidling up to him on the couch. She smiled inwardly when he unconsciously leaned into the mite of physical contact.
"Have a look." Jaune said, offering the pad to Pyrrha who grasped it delicately.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, her mouth falling open slightly. The picture was an intricately detailed piece of Nora and Ren from earlier the previous semester. Nora sat atop a bench, smiling widely, obviously gesturing in a boisterous retelling of some epic battle. Ren had his signature half smile, and Jaune had even managed to capture the slightly indulgent look in his eyes that he had when he listened to Nora's fantastic tales. He was kneeling, hands cupped and glowing with Aura as he healed the scrape on his hyper-active partner's knee. Pyrrha remembered walking in on them like this just after Nora's victory against Neptune in the Vytal tournament. "This is beautiful, Jaune." She breathed.
Jaune smiled bashfully, a bright blush on his cheeks as he looked at the picture. "Ah well, it's nothing to write home about, but..." He shrugged in a self-depreciatingly.
"How come I've never seen you draw before? I didn't even know you were interested in art." Pyrrha questioned.
Jaune hummed in a non-committal way, taking the sketch from Pyrrha's hands and staring at it. "I just wasn't in the right environment, I guess."
"The right environment?" Pyrrha murmured, frowning lightly. "But Beacon is beautiful."
"Oh, for sure." Jaune agreed instantly, picking up his pencil again and shading some shadows in idly. "I just never really felt it there, you know?"
"It?" Pyrrha asked, with a slightly raised brow.
Jaune took a moment, tilting his head back and staring at the now almost completely darkened sky. "It." He said simply, throwing out an arm as if to encompass the entire world around them. And indeed, Pyrrha realised he probably was. There was a definite... atmosphere, if she was to call it anything. An ethereal quality to the stillness and serenity of the fall of the sun on the ocean.
"Ah, I see." And she really felt she did. "I didn't take you for an artist."
"You didn't take me for a sailor." He pointed out with a small smile.
"True." Pyrrha admitted with a chuckle. "Hiding any other secret talents, hm?"
The sidelong look he gave Pyrrha caused her heart rate to spike. "A few." He murmured, putting an arm around Pyrrha. In her surprise, she was unable to do anything but give a surprised 'oh!' before she found herself laying with her back on his chest. She nervously craned her neck up to look at him, but straightened out when she saw him with his eyes closed. She blinked slowly when he started humming softly, and then her eyes widened when he started singing, soft and sweet.
'I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
There was a small pause as he hummed, and Pyrrha sat enraptured as the blonde haired warrior's voice sang out softly in the stirring night.
'It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah'
The song died in Jaune's throat and his eyes flew wide open as Pyrrha herself began singing, perfectly in time with his own words. Her voice was rich, with a deep burring quality, rough due to lack of practice but absolutely stunning nonetheless.
'Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah'
Jaune smiled widely down at her, a startling dichotomy of warmth and joy against the sombre tune carrying across the lonely sea. He once again picks up the song, now in time with Pyrrha, his hands beating a soft tempo on the side of the boat, sketchpad forgotten on the floor.
'Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah'
They sit, laying against one another, swaying in time with their music. Together, a pair of voices can be heard for miles in the perfectly silent night, irreverent to the calm of the darkening world.
'Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who has seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah'
Pyrrha almost paused as she heard Jaune's voice taper off into silence. For the first time, she opened her eyes, craning her neck up to look him in the eye. Even with the lack of light, she can clearly see the delight and warmth in his cerulean gaze. He rolls his hand, motioning for her to continue the song on her own. She nods, slightly unsure, but he makes no indication that he is unhappy with her efforts, in fact his wide smile speaks volumes to the opposite effect.
'You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah'
Both are lost in the moment, Jaune unaware that was once again humming, and Pyrrha, singing with heartfelt emotion, deeply content as she was held by her love. Jaune felt much the same, and Pyrrha began to see it, see the affection he has for her exhibiting as a simple embrace and a song for the stars.
'I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah.'
Jaune clapped enthusiastically, despite the slightly awkward positioning of his arms as Pyrrha lay on his chest. Pyrrha chuckled, smiling lightly and tucking some of her scarlet hair behind her ear. Before Jaune opened his mouth to say something, he feels Pyrrha begin another song, and then he hears it. With a questioning look in her eyes she looks at him, humming the tune still. Jaune smiles warmly, closing his eyes once more and humming the same tune as Pyrrha, who smiles as well, mimicking him and burrowing further into their embrace.
Neither are sure how long they sing for, silent except for the exchange of songs. Sometimes only one sings, sometimes the other.
They say more to each other in those scant hours under the dazzling night sky than they've ever before.
Day Two.
Pyrrha woke first, initially only aware of the coldness above her, and the warmth below. With a small, delicate yawn, Pyrrha opened her eyes sleepily. Her sleepiness evaporated quickly once she realised the source of her warmth. Jaune was lying on the padded bench below her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Pyrrha closed her eyes again, sighing in contentment at the feeling, and the memories of the previous night.
She groaned lowly in annoyance when the feeling of her very full bladder made itself known. Extricating herself delicately she headed to the bathroom, unaware of Jaune himself waking.
She came back to the sight of Jaune stretching, and yawning in his uniquely effeminate manner. He smacked his mouth a few times, squinting against the growing brightness as dawn sped onward.
"Good morning, Jaune." Pyrrha greeted with a small wave.
"Morning Pyr." He said with droopy eyes and smile. "Would you like some coffee?"
"Not as much as you would." She said, amused.
"Mm, ok!" He agreed, apparently not completely lucid. Pyrrha stifled a chuckle. "Milk, no sugar?" He recited vaguely.
"That would be lovely Jaune."
"Just a sec, then." He said, shuffling into the room where he put the supplies. As Jaune rummaged around his bag, he noted idly just how well made his bed was. Lightly ruffled, almost as if someone had just slept atop it and not in it, which was ridiculous given how cool the weather got out at sea during this time of year at night. Pyrrha must have went through a lot of trouble to fix it up considering she was notoriously terrible at bed-making.
Ah well, no one was perfect.
Jaune grasped the large bottle of water, the coffee grounds, and his field-flask. They were simple things, but extremely useful. Meant to carry up to two litres of water, they came with built in filter, and a small burn Dust crystal. The uses for it were many fold, but most often used to unfreeze the liquid when Hunter's were in colder climates or to boil impurities from any water contained within.
He quickly threw in some grounds, poured in the water, and began to run some Aura through the crystal. Immediately it began heating up, and would eventually bring the water to the boil. He went to the icebox, lined with freeze crystals, and grabbed the milk. On his way out he nabbed Pyrrha's own flask for her to drink out of.
"Catch!" He called out to Pyrrha. He lightly tossed her flask, and Pyrrha caught it easily, as she did all things metallic. "Coffee will be done in a minute." He said, shaking his own flask lightly.
"Ah, thanks." She said. "So, what's the plan for today?"
"Whatever you want."
Pyrrha gave him a rather unimpressed look. "You can't think of something for me to do? I haven't ever really been on the ocean before, Jaune."
"Ok, well um... hm." Jaune scrunched his face up in thought. "I swim, read, eat, fish, sing, draw, and well, sail, usually." He listed with a shrug.
"You swim? Is that wise?"
"Of course, it's perfectly safe. The Grimm hate cold water as much as we do. And it's not exactly like there is an excess of negative emotions at the bottom of the ocean. Aquatic Grimm are only found mainland, you should know that."
"I haven't taken Grimm geography yet, Jaune."
"Ah, right, of course."
"Next year I have a few lessons on it, however." She told him with thumbs up.
He returned the thumbs up. "It's incredibly dull." He told her with a dry grin.
"Joy."
"Yup. I'm surprised a man like Dr. Ooblek such an un-energetic subject."
"I'm surprised the man doesn't bleed caffeine." She said with a grin.
"How do you know he doesn't?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Ruby mentioned graciously gifting him one of her pink Beowolf bandaids when he cut his hand on accident at Mountain Glenn."
"Damn. Well there is still Ozpin." Jaune pointed out, shaking his flask lightly as the water reached near boiling point.
"What about him?" Pyrrha asked curiously.
"Well, he's always drinking coffee too." Jaune said, miming holding a mug and taking a sip.
"How do you know he's drinking coffee?" She asked.
"What?"
"How do you know he's drinking coffee?" She repeated.
"Well... It's just a guess. He could be drinking tea." He said, lifting a hand palm up.
"No one knows." Pyrrha informed him with a quirk to her lips.
"Not even Goodwitch?" He commented unsurely.
"Not even her." She informed him. "Apparently it drives her crazy."
Jaune chortled, amused by the image of a Ozpin purposefully frustrating Goodwitch with his mysterious habits. "What about the faunus?" He pointed out. "Some of them have real sharp senses, they could have smelled it."
Pyrrha shook her head with a growing grin. "Not even them. When I mentioned it to Blake she was just as stumped, she can't tell either. Apparently none of them can."
"Seriously?" Jaune asked with a hint of disbelief. "Blake's got some crazy strong faunus traits."
"I wonder how he does it." Pyrrha mused. "Or why."
"Because he's nuts?" Jaune supplied blithely.
"He's... eccentric, not insane." She disagreed.
"Remember how I cheated my way into Beacon?" He asked unnecessarily, but Pyrrha replied with a nod anyway. "He knew what I was doing from the start."
"Shouldn't that give you more faith in him, considering he showed you an appreciable measure himself?" Pyrrha lectured with a raised brow.
"He launched me off a three hundred foot cliff at sixty miles an hour knowing full well that I didn't have a landing strategy, never mind me having my Aura unlocked."
Pyrrha froze, giving Jaune an uneasy glance. "That is a little crazy." She allowed.
"Just a little." He agreed, walking up to her, flask in hand. He poured divided the coffee, leaving both with a sizeable amount of the dark brew. Pyrrha sighed with pleasure as she sipped at her beverage, with Jaune echoing not a few moments later, despite his slight grimace. "Nothing like warm coffee in the morning." He said.
"You don't look particularly pleased with it." She pointed out.
"No honey." He said a tad mournfully. "The one thing I forgot."
"Ah well, at least it's nice and warm."
"True." A silence stretched out between them as both enjoyed the morning air and their first cup of coffee. "It is weird though..." He said thoughtfully, with a slight furrow to his brow.
"What is?" Pyrrha asked him.
"It should've freezing outside last night, but I woke up this morning totally fine."
Jaune looked at Pyrrha curiously as her cheeks gained a definite dusky tint, but dismissed it as he took a sip of coffee.
It wasn't like it was important, anyway.
It was nearing lunch when Pyrrha and Jaune sat on the side of the boat, geared up to fish. Jaune had been getting strange vibes off Pyrrha all morning, his partner had been oddly flustered. But it seemed as if she had calmed down some as they stared out across the rippling waves side by side.
"So, what now?" Pyrrha asked, lifting her fishing pole slightly to help her keep balance as they bobbed slightly on the choppy water.
"Now we wait." Jaune replied simply, stretching his legs out in front of him with a groan.
"Is that all?" Pyrrha asked with a hint of disbelief.
"Fishing is meant to be relaxing, Pyr." Jaune pointed out, perfectly happy to soak in the warmth of the sun.
"...Ok." Pyrrha answered unsurely, returning her attention to her task.
Jaune sat in complete relaxation, almost dozing lazily. Conversely, Pyrrha was immensely focused, tensing at even the slightest movement of her line. As her partner, and Pyrrha being the person whom had unlocked his Aura, he carried a slight level of empathy toward her. So, when he started picking up on her impatience, and intense focus, he opened his eyes to look at her.
"Relax." He told her, shaking his head slightly at her stoic vigil. "It's just fishing."
Pyrrha shot him a look out of the corner of her eye, before visibly taking a breath and easing a measure of tension out of her form. "I've never fished before." She admitted.
"Really?" Jaune asked, not all that surprised. Pyrrha had been pushed hard as a child. It undoubtedly had made her an peerless warrior for her age, but she had been robbed of any semblance of a normal childhood. "Well the whole point is to unwind."
"I thought it was about catching fish?" She said with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"That too." Jaune said with a slight chuckle. "But it's kinda like the meditation Ren makes us do."
"Makes you do, I commit to it voluntarily." Pyrrha said with a small snicker.
"It's not my fault I can't 'empty my mind', I think a lot." He grumbled.
"I'll believe it when I see it." Pyrrha said dryly. Jaune pouted at her, and she laughed, waving him off lightly. "I'm just kidding."
"Yeah, yeah. Like I was saying, just take a moment to enjoy the silence. Oum knows that we won't get any of that at home."
"Or Beacon." Pyrrha pointed out.
"Not with Nora around. Or everyone on team RWBY minus Blake. Or team Sun." Jaune listed, then he hung his head with a groan. "No matter what we do, we won't escape."
Pyrrha snorted rather inelegantly, giving Jaune long suffering look. "You realise this now?"
"...Maybe."
"Well at least your not the last." She mused.
"Who else is in the club?" He asked curiously.
"Weiss, Blake, Velvet, Yatuhashi, Fox, and myself." She told him. "And you, of course."
"We-"
"Oh my!" Pyrrha yelled suddenly as her line gave a rather sharp tug. "Jaune, I think I have something!"
"Sweet!" Jaune exclaimed with excitement, before miming pulling up the rod. "Well, reel it in!"
Pyrrha pursed her lips in concentration, putting all her effort into defeating the foe on end of her line. Jaune cheered her along enthusiastically as she struggled, doing her utmost to catch her very first fish. After a few minutes of intense effort, Pyrrha yanked the line upward. The large, silver fish wriggling on the end of her line burst through the water, sailing through the air. With a victorious cheer Jaune clapped for her as she dropped the fish in the box they had prepared before hand.
"Yes!" She celebrated, cheeks flush with excitement. That had been a lot more fun than she thought it would have been.
"Good catch, partner." He congratulated with a smile, hopping back up onto the edge of the boat. Pyrrha followed, grabbing some more bait to prepare for next attempt.
"I enjoyed that." She beamed at him, still hopping up and down a little due to the energy caused by her excited state.
"Well, you had excellent pole control." Jaune said with a sly smile. Pyrrha froze, before blushing and smacking Jaune on the shoulder.
"Jaune! That- you!" She couldn't find the words, so she settled for smacking him again. Jaune looked bewildered by the turns of events.
"Sorry, I won't joke about your semblance." He mumbled, shifting a little uneasily.
"...What?"
"You know, polarity." He said, stressing the word slightly. Pyrrha's mouth fell into a startled 'oh' of surprise. Jaune looked at her inquisitively, before slowly raising an eyebrow.
"What did you think I was talking about?"
Pyrrha blushed furiously, ducking her and looking forward, pointedly avoiding his gaze.
"You've been spending too much time with Yang." He accused with an amused grin.
Pyrrha's blush deepened, and Jaune knew he had hit the nail on the head.
"Oh, and your grip on that shaft."
Jaune didn't even manage to catch a glimpse of Pyrrha's fishing rod before she'd clubbed him in the back of the head, throwing him into the ocean, laughing all the way down.
"Yeah, we should probably take down the sail." Jaune agreed, shading his eyes and peering in to the distance. A building layer of light-grey clouds could be seen rolling in.
"Did your research say anything about storms?" Pyrrha asked nervously.
"Yeah, but mostly just rain and some light wind." Jaune reassured her. "Don't worry, it isn't the season for storms."
"Oh, well, splendid." Pyrrha said, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's a good thing we've already made dinner, isn't it?"
"It's a good thing one of us learnt how to spell us some fire to cook the fish." Jaune said smarmy grin.
"You were bound to be of use sometime." Pyrrha said blandly.
"Ouch." Jaune winced, both physically and audibly. "How cold, from my own partner, no less!" He mourned dramatically.
"Do you know what else is cold? Getting soaked during winter in the middle of the ocean." Pyrrha said, gripping some canvas and beginning the laborious process of furling it away safely.
"Right!" Jaune agreed, suddenly remembering the oncoming storm. Ten minutes later, the sails had been successfully packed away. Both Jaune and Pyrrha were sweating, having pushed themselves to get the work down in a flurry, neither wanted to get caught in the rain.
"Just in time." Pyrrha murmured, as the rain started a to beat a steady tattoo on the deck, some weak droplets splashing against her skin. Jaune acknowledged her statement with a grunt, pulling the last rope knot taut with a heave.
"Let's get inside." Jaune said, sweeping past her and heading for the small cabin. Pyrrha followed after him, the two still warm foil packets of their dinner in hand. "Welcome to my humble abode!" Her friend said grandiosely as he stepped into his small bedroom. Pyrrha laughed faintly, sliding past Jaune to sit on the bed, putting down their dinners as she did so. She grimaced when she smelt her clothes. After their impromptu swimming session - clothes and all - this afternoon, she'd not changed. She was mostly clean from the swim, but did not relish the the thought of staying in her funky gear.
Pyrrha gave Jaune a considering look, before frowning at her bag. With an almost imperceptible nod she steeled her nerves. "Jaune, do you mind if I get changed?"
He gave her a strange look, before shaking his head slowly. "Of course not Pyr. I'll just, uh - well I'll just be... here." He said lamely as he turned round to face the corner of the room, away from Pyrrha. She gave him a fond look he was entirely unaware of, then moved to her bag. She was quick, the clothes she had picked out were simple, she might trust Jaune but that didn't mean she wanted to extend the slightly awkward experience more than she had to.
Jaune was focusing intently on the wall in front of him, and not the mostly undressed, absolutely gorgeous woman behind him, no sir. Even as the boat rocked unexpectedly - probably due to a largish wave - and a warm weight collided against his back with an 'eep', he still wasn't thinking of Pyrrha in her underwear. "Are you alr-" No, Jaune wasn't thinking much as he turned around, ready to help his partner, and was confronted by her clad only in a bra and panties. In fact his mind was all but blank, sputtering out like a candle in front of a tornado in what could only be described as hormonal overload.
Pyrrha could feel her face heating up as Jaune froze in front of her, eyes going wide. If it wasn't for the way his body tensed, she would have dismissed it as shock causing the dilation of his eyes but... No, it definitely wasn't shock. Well, maybe a little shock, but she would have to be blind not to see the desire in his stare. She would be lying if the thought didn't send a trill of excitement up her spine, but she couldn't get ahead of herself.
"Jaune." She said, trying to get his attention. Her lip twitched in amusement, even as she felt a tad embarrassed, and she tried again. "Jaune." She uttered more forcefully, snapping the Arc out of his stupor.
"Oh - oh!" He said, recognition flaring across his features, only to be replaced by horror as he spun around, facing away from her. "Oh dust, Pyr, ah- sorry!" He stuttered, standing ramrod straight.
Pyrrha laughed lightly, slipping the last of her nightclothes on, a red tee shirt and sweatpants. "It's ok, I'm dressed."
Instantly Jaune turned around, falling to his knees, bowing his head, and raising clasped hands in supplication. "I'm so sorry! Forgive me!"
Pyrrha laughed a bit harder, waving her hands in front of her face. "Really, it's ok." She told him.
"I didn't see anything... well, I did. I mean, what I did see was... but it wasn't like I was looking-"
"Jaune." Pyrrha said, laughing harder than ever. "S'fine." She said in between breaths.
Jaune looked up, and realised Pyrrha was laughing. He was torn between being abashed and pleased that Pyrrha was finding the situation funny. "How about dinner?" He offered as a distraction.
"Of course." Pyrrha agreed, still stifling a few bouts of giggles. She took the dinner Jaune offered with a thanks, sitting across him on the bed. The foil contained one of the fish they had caught earlier, baked with salt and herbs, still steaming hot. She looked up, and caught Jaune giving her a bright eyed smile, lifting his own fish.
"Bon appetite." He said with a wink. Pyrrha didn't need any more prompting, taking a piece of fish with her fingers and popping it into her mouth. She made a satisfied sound that made Jaune grin and blush in equal measure.
"So, why don't you -mm, this a lovely! - tell me about your family?" She prompted with a smile. Jaune's face lit up, and he made a delighted sound before he popped a large chunk of fish in his mouth. He then lifted a hand to stall Pyrrha, diving into his bags once he had put his fish down.
"Aha!" He declared, lifting his electronic scroll.
"What are you doing?" She asked in bemusement, staring at him and chewing slowly.
"Introducing you to the family." Jaune said warmly, sitting back on the bed and moving up next to Pyrrha. "This is Lucille, and she is the youngest." He said lovingly, showing Pyrrha a picture of an adorable little girl in dirty denim overalls with sea green eyes, and neon pink hair in two messy pigtails. "She loves getting piggy-back rides, so if she jumps on you, I just thought I'd warn you. Oh and..."
So Pyrrha sat, even as the sky grew dark, ignoring the storm outside their world of pictures and stories. The love Jaune held for his family was more than readily apparent, and Pyrrha felt her heart swell. She laughed until she cried, sometimes the opposite, but she truly enjoyed hearing about each of his sisters, his mother and father. They ate and told stories of their childhood, even if Jaune supplied many more than she did, lit only by the dull glow of the scroll.
It wasn't until much later that she noticed that she was dead tired. Her yawn also alerted Jaune to this fact, as it wasn't the most subtle of actions. "Wow, it's getting pretty late, isn't it?" Jaune realised, staring at the clock on his scroll display. He frowned, staring at his door. "It's still raining."
"Yes, it is." Pyrrha concurred, giving him a questioning look despite her droopy eyes. Jaune shifted, leaning over the edge of the bed, and grabbing the thick blanket beneath.
"I was going to use this," He lifted the blanket indicatively. "to sleep outside."
"Why?" She asked with a puzzled expression.
"This is the only bed, Pyrrha, and there isn't space on the floor." He said pointing to the distinct lack of floor space. "So I was going to use this to keep me warm. But it won't do me much good in the rain."
"Ah." She said simply, understanding the situation.
Now Jaune might not be the most perceptive person, and maybe it Pyrrha's tiredness that left her expression so unguarded, but his partner's worried expression was the last piece of a puzzle he'd unconsciously been solving all day. The reason why he had woken completely warm, her strange frame of mind in the morning, and the extremely neat bed...
Pyrrha had fallen asleep with him last night, she hadn't slept inside at all. And she hadn't scolded him about it...
"Do you mind if we share the bed, Pyr?" He asked boldly, but secretly watching her like a hawk.
"...I'd really like that." She told him sleepily. And that was all the confirmation he needed. Pyrrha had always been perfectly forthcoming when she was nearing sleep, an odd quirk of hers.
Climbing into the tiny bed with someone else was an awkward experience. Jaune wasn't a small man, and Pyrrha herself was much taller than the average woman, but in the end they managed. It was a mess of shuffling, of awkward pauses, and uncomfortable positions, but it worked. Pyrrha lay facing Jaune, curled up slightly with her head against his chest. She wasn't about to complain, as even in her half asleep state she felt deeply content with her love so close.
Jaune had to restrain himself from sighing with happiness more than once, which would wake Pyrrha up, and be ridiculously sappy, even for him. But this was something that he'd wanted.. well he'd wanted it for quite some time now. It was an experience for him. Pyrrha had always been his rock, absolute and unshakeable, a pillar of support during his darkest hours. She protected him, shielded him, and he couldn't be more grateful.
But as she lay curled up into his side, sleeping quietly, he felt he really enjoyed being the protector. Even if it was something as simple as holding her and warding off the cold, it made him happy. She looked so small, small and peaceful. It was something that Jaune could get used to, he thought as he fell asleep.
And so they slept sharing the simple comfort of each other's warmth, at peace despite the storm of the world that surrounded them.
Day Three.
Love was difficult. It always had been such for Pyrrha. She didn't have much experience with it.
Her parents said they loved her, but even as they trained on her birthdays - often forgetting the importance of the occasion altogether - she began to doubt that. Growing up, she'd received more than a few declarations of love from boys she hardly knew. At first it was flattering, but eventually she noticed how looked at her with those hungry, shallow eyes. And people would often rave about how her fans loved her, but how could they if they didn't even know her?
It was an elusive thing, an emotion she yearned to understand more intimately. More honestly.
And Jaune Arc was nothing if not honest... Beacon entry papers aside.
She could see it perfectly clearly now, that her worries had been for naught. She'd been so blinded by what she expected to see from him, grand gestures like playing a guitar as an invite to the dance as he did for Weiss that she completely missed the things that mattered. What he had for Weiss had been infatuation - something she was familiar with - but what he had shown her...
It was in the light touches, the way he conveyed his support by simply being there. It was in the innumerable kindness he extended almost subconsciously, constantly caring in his own goofy way. It was in his determination to improve himself for the sake of his team, for her. Most of all it was the tenderness in his blue eyes that she'd somehow never been aware of.
Jaune watched patiently as Pyrrha stared at him. He suppressed his excitement when he felt her hand twine within his own, her slender fingers threading neatly between the gaps. He could see the building recognition in her sparkling eyes as she came to the same conclusion he had the night before. She could take her time, seeing as she didn't have the advantage of a sleep deprived, uninhibited partner to confirm her suspicions.
And they lay together, slowly coming together more closely. His arm came to rest behind her as she moved closer. Her leg folded atop his next. He smiled softly when she lifted a deceptively delicate hand to his face, cupping his cheek gently. She smiled back when he unlaced their hands to reciprocate. Nothing was said, as feelings were explored and displayed through their simple actions.
It was a delicate thing, a declaration of words unspoken. A promising silence sealed by fleeting touches and gentle eyes.
Their lips met slowly, tentatively. They were almost perfectly still, save for their intimate joining. Jaune relaxed when Pyrrha deepened the kiss, tilting her head back to give him better access. Pyrrha relaxed when Jaune pulled her close, matching her increased affections just as she'd hoped he would. She felt almost dizzy, fit to burst with joy and relief. He was suppressing the urge to smile against her mouth, his own giddiness fighting against his desire to continue the kiss.
Eventually they parted a little, noses touching almost imperceptibly, two pairs of eyes meeting each other in unison.
"I love you." Jaune said simply, voice quiet, but laced with deep devotion.
"And I, you." Pyrrha breathed passionately, sparkling green eyes slightly wet with unshed tears.
Their next kiss was equally soft, and even more sweet. They kissed, and Jaune threaded his hands through Pyrrha's hair as she ran her own hands up and down his side. The kiss ended when they both realised they were smiling, unable to stop themselves. Pyrrha laughed, nuzzling Jaune's neck and closing her eyes.
"How long?" She asked him, reaching out and grabbing hold of his hands.
"I don't know." He said honestly. "It feels like it's always been like that for me. You?"
"Since the beginning." Pyrrha admitted.
"The beginning?" Jaune queried, looking down at her with a questioning set to his face.
"Initiation." Pyrrha said. "Well, it started then." She clarified.
"I guess it did." Jaune murmured into her hair. "That's a long time."
"Yes..." Pyrrha agreed. In a flurry of movement she flipped over, now straddling atop a wide eyed Jaune, pinning his hands above his head. She leaned in, dipping her head forward, darkening her features with a curtain of scarlet hair. "You have a lot to make up for." She purred lowly, whispering against his lips.
"Yes ma'am." Jaune said breathily.
"Fantastic." She said as she claimed his lips in a ferociously hungry kiss. "I've had a lot of time to think about this."
Jaune Arc's father, Johanne Arc, was an excellent hunter. Many would claim it was the Arc blood shining true, a testament to the powerful legacy of his line. This was possible. Personally, he would claim that he worked his ass off for thirty years to get where he was today.
You learn a lot of things over the years. The best hunters, which he most assuredly numbered as one of, had vast skill sets borne of their many varying experiences. And if there was one thing that he'd come to notice about human behaviour - faunus too - was that everyone had patterns. A major deviation from expected results was almost always due to outside circumstances or stimuli.
His son, Jaune, was an amazing sailor. And this wasn't just parental pride speaking. He'd honestly expected the young man to forgo the hunting lifestyle all together and take it up as a career. He might have even joined the Navy. He'd been surprised and delighted when his son had told him otherwise. But he digressed, his son was an excellent sailor.
So it was suspicious when his son, master navigator, landed ten kilometres off his usual target. It was baffling for even a mediocre sailor to make such a large error on such a short trip, never mind his Jaune doing so. He was also late - which Johanne supposed could be due to the weather - but something in his old bones told him otherwise.
Johanne spotted them first, among the various other people setting up at the docks. The bright mop of unruly blonde hair so distinctive of the Arc line, that could only be his Jaune. The boy had grown in the last year, Johanne noted with pride. The tall girl with crimson hair and clever green eyes must be Pyrrha, his partner. Hmm... she seemed a good sort, if he was to guess. He was gut feelings tended to be rather accurate.
A flash of... something, caught Johanne's eye. He narrowed his gaze, subtly channeling Aura into his eyes to enhance his vision. Johanne had seen more than few fights in his time and thus more than a few injuries. Those bruises on Jaune's neck seemed... odd.
And was the girl limping?
...Oh.
"JAUNE MY BOY, YOU'VE FINALLY BECOME A MAN! I'M SO PROUD!"
Jaune and Pyrrha could only stand in mortified silence as Johanne Arc's distinctive bass voice bellowed across the docks, audible to anyone within at least a kilometre. More than one curious head swung round to stare at the dual hunter's in training in question.
As they stood, Jaune going pale as a sheet as his far too jocular father bounded toward them, and Pyrrha blushed a crimson so profuse she outdid her hair, she realised that she was right to dread meeting Jaune's family...
For all the wrong reasons.
FAVOURITE~REVIEW~FOLLOW!
So, what do you think? I liked it. In fact, I like it so much I plan to continue it sometime... Probably a long time from now. Depends on how much I want to do 'Christmas Arc' thing.
I have plans for Johanne. He's going to be Alex Louis Armstrong from Fullmetal reincarnated, but with fatherly pride. It'll make for a fun character, I think.
Oh, and the lyrics I used earlier come from Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'. I imagined them singing it more on the lines of Jeff Buckley's rendition however.
Cheers! |
I. Field of the Invention
The present invention relates generally to a withdrawal device for use with a cryogenic tank.
II. Description of Related Art
Cryogenic tanks of the type designed to contain extremely cold liquids, such as liquid nitrogen, typically include a neck at the top of the tank. This neck has an interior throughbore open to the interior of the tank. Such cryogenic tanks are used in many applications, such as cryosurgery. When used in such applications, however, it is frequently necessary to withdraw a relatively small portion of the liquid from the tank using a withdrawal device.
There have been a number of previously known withdrawal devices for use with cryogenic tanks. These previously known devices typically comprise a housing having a flange which is adapted to abut against the top of the neck of the cryogenic tank. An elongated extraction tube then extends both through the housing and into the interior of the cryogenic tank as well as exteriorly of the cryogenic tank. With the housing secured to the neck, pressure caused by vaporization of the cryogenic liquid within the tank forces the cryogenic liquid out through the extraction tube and exteriorly of the cryogenic tank. Typically, a manually operated valve is fluidly connected in series with the extraction tube.
In order to fluidly seal the housing to the cryogenic tank, these previously known withdrawal devices typically include an annular seal having one end in abutment with the housing flange and dimensioned for insertion into the neck opening. A circular seal support supports the other end of the annular seal while a rod secured to the seal support extends upwardly through the flange. A nut then engages a threaded portion on the rod so that rotation of the nut axially compresses the seal and expands the seal radially outwardly into sealing engagement with the interior surface of the neck opening. This nut is oftentimes positioned at the base of the housing and just above the flange.
These previously known withdrawal devices, however, have not proven wholly satisfactory in use. One disadvantage of these previously known devices is that many require the use of a separate tool, such as a wrench, in order to tighten the annular seal into sealing engagement with the cryogenic tank. Still other previously known withdrawal devices include outwardly extending arms secured to the nut which permit the nut to be manually rotated. In either case, however, tightening of the nut is difficult to achieve.
A still further disadvantage of these previously known withdrawal devices is that the number of rotations of the nut, and therefore the axial compression of the seal, is unlimited. In many cases, over tightening of the nut results in over compression of the seal thus damaging the seal. When this occurs, it is necessary to repair the withdrawal device by replacing the seal with a new seal.
The present invention provides a withdrawal device for a cryogenic tank which overcomes all of the above-mentioned disadvantages of the previously known devices.
In brief, the device of the present invention comprises a housing having a flange adapted to overlie and abut against the top of the neck of the cryogenic tank. An extraction tube has a first portion adapted to extend through the flange and into the interior of the tank. The extraction tube also includes a second portion which extends laterally outwardly from the housing and a fluid valve is fluidly connected in series with the second portion of the tube.
In order to fluidly seal the housing to the neck opening of the cryogenic tube, the withdrawal device of the present invention includes an annular seal having one axial end in abutment with the flange. A circular seal support overlies and supports the opposite end of the seal. Both the seal support and seal are dimensioned for insertion into the neck opening.
In order to axially compress the annular seal so that the seal expands radially outwardly, an elongated rod has one end secured to the seal support while its other end extends through the flange and housing so that the opposite end of the rod extends through the top of the housing. This second end of the rod, furthermore, is externally threaded.
A lever includes a nut at one end adapted to threadably engage the second or upper end of the rod. Consequently, with the lever nut threadably engaged with the upper rod end, rotation of the lever compresses the annular seal between the flange and the seal support thus expanding the seal radially outwardly into sealing engagement with the interior surface of the cryogenic tank neck.
Unlike the previously known devices, however, the second end of the rod is positioned within a recess in the lever so that the second end of the rod is aligned with a closed wall portion in the lever. Since the second end of the rod is positioned within the recess, the number of axial rotations of the lever, and thus the axial travel of the rod, is limited thereby preventing over tightening of the rod and over compression of the seal. |
CMU’s One Liners: David Guetta, ASCAP, Vevo, more
• That David Guetta has signed on with that Scooter Braun’s SB Projects, reckons Billboard. Braun’s firm will work alongside the dancefloor botherer’s existing management.
• US collecting society Simon Greenway has promoted ASCAP to the role of VP Membership UK & Mainland Europe. Or it might be the other way round. I can’t quite remember.
• Vevo has appointed Kevin McGurn, formerly of YouTube multi-channel network Fullscreen, to be its Chief Sales Office. Given boss man Erik Huggers recently told Variety that the mooted Vevo subscription service is not currently a top priority, the video site will need more brand alliances as it ramps up international expansion and original content output.
• The New York Times is bundling Spotify subscriptions in with its own subscription package, though only for new subscribers who sign up for a year. It’s a similar bundle to that offered by the Times in the UK a few years back. Try being more original New York Times. Isn’t it enough that you nicked our Times’ name? |
Q:
Wait for a String to return value
I'm trying to use HttpManager to retrieve a String from a url
public String request(Context context, String url){
page_requested = "empty";
HttpQuery query = new HttpQuery(context, mHttpClient);
query.execute(url);
return page_requested;
}
and use it in MainActivity
public void onClick(View v) {
Toast.makeText(MainActivity.this, HttpManager.getInstance().request(MainActivity.this, "http://myurl"), Toast.LENGTH_SHORT).show();
}
But public String request doesn't wait for query to be executed and returns "empty" but if I wait 10sec to display the toast, it returns the correct value.
What's the best way to display the expected value?
A:
Use AsyncTask to display your text. I think this will be an efficient way.. you can show your progressbar while loading the operation.
public class DisplayString extends AsyncTask<Void, Void, Void>
{
@Override
protected void onPreExecute()
{
super.onPreExecute();
dialog.setMessage("Please wait...");
dialog.setCancelable(false);
dialog.show();
}
@Override
protected void onProgressUpdate(Void... values) {
super.onProgressUpdate(values);
// Things to be done while execution of long running operation is in progress. For example updating ProgessDialog
}
@Override
protected void onPostExecute(Void result)
{
//Post Execute
dialog.cancel();
//Display your string here
}
@Override
protected Void doInBackground(Void... params) {
// Your operation..Dont Edit Any Views here
return null;
}
}
Hope it helps
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Varieties of preschool hyperactivity: multiple pathways from risk to disorder.
In this paper we examine the characteristics of preschool attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) from both mental disorder and developmental psychopathology points of view. The equivalence of preschool and school-aged hyperactivity as a behavioral dimension is highlighted together with the potential value of extending the use of the ADHD diagnostic category to the preschool period where these behaviours take an extreme and impairing form (assuming age appropriate diagnostic items and thresholds can be developed). At the same time, the importance of identifying pathways between risk and later ADHD is emphasized. Developmental discontinuity and heterogeneity are identified as major characteristics of these pathways. We argue that models that distinguish among different developmental types of early-emerging problems are needed. An illustrative taxonomy of four developmental pathways implicating preschool hyperactivity is presented to provide a framework for future research. |
Q:
How to store a object array by using Room in Android?
I want to cache a song-list in my app, the Song-list structure is like below:
@Entity
public class Songlist {
String _id;
String desc;
List<SongDesc> songWithComment;
.....
public static class SongDesc {
String comment;
Song song;
}
}
@Entity
pulbic class Song {
String name;
String type;
......
}
The lib of operating sqlite3 is android.arch.persistence.room, but it dosen't allow object references in a table.Is there any way to cache a song-list by using Room in Android?
A:
Also if you want to store some custom objects, you can use @Embedded annotation like in example bellow :
class Address {
public String street;
public String state;
public String city;
@ColumnInfo(name = "post_code")
public int postCode;
}
@Entity
class User {
@PrimaryKey
public int id;
public String firstName;
@Embedded
public Address address;
}
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package org.wikipedia.edit.richtext;
import android.os.Parcel;
import android.os.Parcelable;
import android.text.TextPaint;
import android.text.style.ForegroundColorSpan;
import androidx.annotation.ColorInt;
import androidx.annotation.NonNull;
import org.apache.commons.lang3.builder.EqualsBuilder;
import org.apache.commons.lang3.builder.HashCodeBuilder;
import org.apache.commons.lang3.builder.ToStringBuilder;
import org.wikipedia.json.GsonMarshaller;
import org.wikipedia.json.GsonUnmarshaller;
public class ColorSpanEx extends ForegroundColorSpan implements SpanExtents {
public static final Parcelable.Creator<ColorSpanEx> CREATOR = new Parcelable.Creator<ColorSpanEx>() {
@Override public ColorSpanEx createFromParcel(Parcel source) {
return new ColorSpanEx(source);
}
@Override public ColorSpanEx[] newArray(int size) {
return new ColorSpanEx[size];
}
};
private int spanStart;
private int spanEnd;
private SyntaxRule syntaxRule;
@ColorInt private int backColor;
public ColorSpanEx(@ColorInt int foreColor, @ColorInt int backColor, int spanStart, SyntaxRule syntaxRule) {
super(foreColor);
this.spanStart = spanStart;
this.syntaxRule = syntaxRule;
this.backColor = backColor;
}
public ColorSpanEx(@NonNull Parcel src) {
super(src.readInt());
this.spanStart = src.readInt();
this.spanEnd = src.readInt();
this.syntaxRule = GsonUnmarshaller.unmarshal(SyntaxRule.class, src.readString());
this.backColor = src.readInt();
}
@Override
public void updateDrawState(@NonNull TextPaint tp) {
tp.bgColor = backColor;
super.updateDrawState(tp);
}
@Override
public int getStart() {
return spanStart;
}
@Override
public void setStart(int start) {
spanStart = start;
}
@Override
public int getEnd() {
return spanEnd;
}
@Override
public void setEnd(int end) {
spanEnd = end;
}
@Override
public SyntaxRule getSyntaxRule() {
return syntaxRule;
}
@Override
public void setSyntaxRule(SyntaxRule item) {
syntaxRule = item;
}
@Override public void writeToParcel(Parcel dest, int flags) {
super.writeToParcel(dest, flags);
dest.writeInt(spanStart);
dest.writeInt(spanEnd);
dest.writeString(GsonMarshaller.marshal(syntaxRule));
dest.writeInt(backColor);
}
@Override public String toString() {
return ToStringBuilder.reflectionToString(this);
}
@Override public int hashCode() {
return HashCodeBuilder.reflectionHashCode(this);
}
@SuppressWarnings("EqualsWhichDoesntCheckParameterClass")
@Override public boolean equals(Object other) {
return EqualsBuilder.reflectionEquals(this, other);
}
}
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My Students
Rita Mae Brown, a contemporary American author, once said, "When I got my library card, that's when my life began." Our school is in its second year of existence and is in dire need of a library: help our students' lives begin!
Our school was founded with the notion of bringing a high-performing high school to the most under-served district of our city in order to help students of low socioeconomic status make it to and through college.
As our school is just beginning, we currently do not have a sufficient library of young adult novels for our students to read. Last year, the average reading level of our incoming 9th graders was between 5th and 6th grade. It is critical that our students have engaging literature on their level in order to progress their reading growth to the point where they will be on grade level by the time they leave high school.
My Project
After surveying our students from last year and seeing success with these books, it is integral that our new 9th grade class comes into school with a strong library in place to begin the year with an emphasis on reading. Last year, our students declared in the beginning of the year that they hated reading, but throughout the year we found that these novels changed that. Our students last year loved these books and have begun to become avid readers because of them. However, without a library, these books were in short supply and many students did not have the chance to enjoy them. This year, we want these books to be in a library for all of our students to check out and enjoy for themselves not only now but also in future years. Help us build our school's library with engaging, relatable novels that will inspire students to become readers, which will change the trajectory of their lives by eliminating their current reading deficiencies.
Funding this project will help build a library so that every student that attends our high school can develop a love of reading and "begin their life." Currently, our students' low reading levels almost guarantee that they will not be successful in high school and college, but if they are able to develop a love of reading now, they will be able to begin a life that is on the path to college.
Help our students get the library that they want and deserve: one filled with high-interest literature. |
Effects of components of personal need for structure on occupational strain.
The relationship of two elements of personal need for structure-desire for structure and negative reaction to lack of structure-to vulnerability to occupational strain was investigated. Data obtained from a questionnaire administered to female hospital personnel in Finland and analyzed with structural equation models indicated that a high personal desire for structure had a buffering effect on psychic strain symptoms, whereas a tendency to express negative reactions when confronted with a lack of structure intensified symptoms of strain. |
Dear friends and family, we have gathered together today, on this day of bright sun and warmbreezes, and in the midst of rich green growth, to join together X and W in marriage.
An estateinstituted in love, occasioned by joy, and honored and renewed by each couple who pledgethemselves to one another.
It is not therefore by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but
with discretion and reverence for its responsibilities as well as with praise and delight for itsinexpressible gifts.
This celebration is an outward token of an inward union of hearts, whichreligions may bless and the state may make laws about but which neither the state nor religionsmay create or annul Like the tiny spring, a union is created by a willingness to leap into theunknown, like the running river, nurtured by loving purpose and like the mighty ocean, kept strongby abiding will. It is for us, here, today, to acknowledge and celebrate the true marriage, whichalready exists in these two hearts.
Statement of commitment from the company gathered
Minister:
X and W would like to thank you for being here to support and participate in this wedding. Theideals, the understanding and the mutual respect these two bring to their marriage have roots inthe love, friendship and guidance with which you have provided them.
Let me ask of you, the parents, this question:Will you, who have raised and nurtured these two, bestow your blessing on their union and promisethem your love and support in fulfilling the commitment they are about to make to each other?
If you agree to support them, please signify by responding "We will."
Parents respond:
“We will”
And let me ask this also of the friends and family gathered here today:Will you bestow your blessing on their union and promise them your love and support in fulfillingthe commitment they are about to make to each other?If you agree to support them, please signify by responding "We will."
Guests respond: "We will"
Invocation
Minister: In this sacred and joyful moment we call upon the highest in W and X, the divine inner presence thatalways knows exactly what you need, that gives and asks the best of you, that which brought you tolove and has chosen for you the sweet commitment of marriage.
For you we ask every blessing of this moment: a confirmation of the wisdom of your choice; greathappiness on the path that is set before you; discretion, kindness, and care as you walk upon it;strength to live out your purpose; grace and peace through each step of your journey; and belovedfriends and family to support you.
May you be filled with joy; may you keep your promises withease; may love abide with you always.
Question of Intent
Minister: Since both of you are unique, you can be sure your partnership will be a creative adventure, withmany surprises yet to come! When faced with "interesting times" keep in mind that you willstrengthen your commitment and deepen your devotion to one another by working together andheeding each other's counsel.
I ask you now, what is your intent?
Will you share one another’s pain and seek to ease it, to shareyour laughter, and seek the brightness and best in life together?
Will you take the heat of youranger, in the moments when it arises, and use it to temper the strength of this union, and will youhonor one another in all you do and all you are?
If so, please signify by responding, “We will”.
X & W: We will.
ReadingPeter ‐ “Fidelity” by D.H. LawrenceExchange of VowsMinister:
The vows through which you accept each other as husband and wife have no hidden powers withinthemselves. Only to the extent that they express in words your continuing intention andcommitment do they have meaning, and your commitment to each other will need to be re‐ expressed in many different ways in the coming days and years. The expression of today’s vows aresimply a visible milestone in your journey together. Since it is your desire to enter into marriage,join hands, and declare your consent in the presence of family and friends assembled here andbefore all you hold sacred.
W, please repeat after me:I, W, take you X, above all others, to share my life, to have and to hold, from this day forward, forbetter for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, as long as weboth shall live.
W: I, W, take you X, above all others, to share my life, to have and to hold, from this day forward, forbetter for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, as long as weboth shall live.
Minister:
And X, please repeat after me:I, X, take you W, above all others, to share my life, to have and to hold, from this day forward, forbetter for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, as long as weboth shall live.
X:I, X, take you W, above all others, to share my life, to have and to hold, from this day forward, forbetter for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, as long as weboth shall live.
Pastoral Charge:
Minister:X and W. You have spoken your vows before all assembled here but not yet exchanged rings. Youare no longer alone, yet, not fully a new family. You stand on the threshold of a new life, a life livedtogether. You have come to this threshold, this doorway to a new life, because separately, for a longtime, you have each chosen the path of self‐knowledge. You have paid attention to who you are,what your life means and how you fit into the larger world.
Today, as you pass through this doorway, you will bring with you all that you have learned on ourindividual journeys and bring that richness to your bond with another person. Your marriage, as well as being the estate of joining with another human being, is also the union of two peoplecommitted to the process of their own becoming.
As the prophet Khalil Gibran has said:
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.
When you first began to plan this celebration of your marriage, you chose, as the site of theceremony, a gnarled, old, venerable oak tree. A fitting symbol of strength and long life, but then, thetree came to the end of its life, and you had to find a new place for this important ceremony. As youcelebrate this time of new beginnings, the passing of the oak is a reminder that into every life mustcome endings. Because you are each strong you will create a strong and resilient relationship inwhich you will help one‐another through the losses and surprises in life.
Heed the song of St. Hildegard of Bingen
Love gives herself to all things most excellent in the depths, and above the stars, cherishingall.
May you also remember to laugh, to play, and to seek the joy in life. Since human beings first walkedthis beautiful and terrible earth we have gathered together to create family, to create community.Through sharing we lessen the pain but also together we magnify the joy. Your commitment, one tothe other, brings your families and friends together. Your community will cry with you and laughwith you and love with you. You, two, together, create a larger and more connected and more lovinghuman family.
As His Holiness, the Dalai Lama has said 'Compassion and love are not mere luxuries.
As the source both of inner and external peace,
they are fundamental to the continued survival of our species.'
Now, as you step through the door into married life, give yourselves to the green growing gift, ofcommitment and love, and all of life will celebrate with you.
Song Deborah:Amazing Grace
Exchange of RingsMinister:May I have the rings please?May your rings always be a symbol of the unbroken circle of love.
Love freely given has nobeginning and no end. Love freely given has no separate giver and receiver.
You are each the giver,and each the receiver. May your rings always call to mind the freedom and power of this love.
Minister:
May I have X’s ring please?
This ring is a symbol of unity, in which your lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. W, pleaseplace this ring on X’s finger and repeat after me:I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity.
W: I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity.
Minister:
May I have W’s ring please?This ring is a symbol of unity, in which your lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. X, pleaseplace this ring on W’s finger and repeat after me:I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity.
X: I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity.
SongDeborah & Robert ‐ “The Lord Bless You and Keep You”
PronouncementMinister:
X and W, you are surrounded by your family and friends.
By sharing your commitment to eachother in our presence, our lives have been enriched along with yours.
Continue to build thisfoundation of love, and may you be bound by this love forever.
I now pronounce you, W and X,equal partners, united as husband and wife.
X, you may now kiss the groom!
Closing blessingMinister: “Northwest Wedding Blessing” by James BertolinoMay your love be firm, and may your dream of life together be a river between two shores‐‐by day bathed in sunlight, and by night illuminated from within.May the heron carry news of you to the heavens, and the salmon bring the sea's blue grace.May your twin thoughts spiral upward like leafy vines, like fiddle strings in the wind,and be as noble as the Douglas fir.May you never find yourselves back to back without love pulling you around into each other's arms.
RecessionalCouple walks out, then flowergirls and ringbearer, then best man and matron of honor, then 3bridesmaids and groomsmen, then minister.Music will be played by solo saxophonist
Minister:Thanks for coming!
Before you head over to the reception, W and X would like to invite you to gather for a group photo |
Applications of microwave scanning ESR microscope: human tooth with metal.
A microwave scanning ESR microscope has been developed to study the distribution of paramagnetic ions or radicals in various materials, especially in minerals. The microwave scanning microscope consists of a cavity with an aperture over which a sample is moved using mechanical stages and computer-controlled stepping motors. The EPR signal intensities at all positions are composed on a CRT display as an image. A new TE111-mode cylindrical cavity system was designed to obtain better sensitivity and resolution. ESR images of gamma-rayed human teeth were obtained to study the effect of secondary electrons from the adjacent metal on the defect formation in a tooth. |
Q:
Custom nifi processor OnEnable anotation is not being called
I have a processor that starts a connection to an elastic search, I'm doing this connection on a method that has the anotation @OnEnabled, but this method is not being called:
@OnEnabled
public void onEnabled(final ConfigurationContext configurationContext) {
<code connection goes here>
}
I have tried the connection on the onTrigger method and it works, but this kills the machine.
My processor extends from the AbstractProcessor method.
A:
You probably want @OnScheduled which is called when you start the processor, then you would close connections in @OnStopped.
Another option is to lazily create the connection in onTrigger by checking if the connection is null, and if it is then initialize it.
See the description of @OnEnabled here:
https://nifi.apache.org/docs/nifi-docs/html/developer-guide.html#component-lifecycle
"Note that this annotation will be ignored if applied to a
ReportingTask or Processor. For a Controller Service, enabling and
disabling are considered lifecycle events, as the action makes them
usable or unusable by other components."
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Q:
Is there any way to check read, write information for tables generically for RDBMS databases?
I need to find RDBMS table metadata for an application. I am able to find Column Metadata, table existence using java.sql.DatabaseMetaData and row count by executing query on java.sql.Statement.
How need to check
boolean canRead()
boolean canWrite()
on table.
I found isReadOnly() method in DatabaseMetaData class. But it
Retrieves whether this database is in read-only mode.
Is there any way to check these features generically for RDBMS databases at table level?
A:
You are looking for getTablePrivileges()
Retrieves a description of the access rights for each table available in a catalog. Note that a table privilege applies to one or more columns in the table. It would be wrong to assume that this privilege applies to all columns (this may be true for some systems but is not true for all.)
The column PRIVILEGE from the ResultSet will contain the information you are looking for. If I remember correctly you will get one row in the result for each privilege that was granted.
As the JavaDoc for getTablePrivileges() suggests, you might need to also check getColumnPrivileges() - but that depends on your use case and the DBMS you expect to support
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Q:
Wrong CMake install dirs
I use CMake GNUInstallDirs like this:
set(BINDIR "${CMAKE_INSTALL_FULL_BINDIR}" CACHE STRING "Where install binary")
set(DATADIR "${CMAKE_INSTALL_FULL_DATADIR}/cubosphere" CACHE STRING "Data location (install-time)")
set(RUNTIME_DATADIR "${DATADIR}" CACHE STRING "Data location (run-time)")
However, if CMAKE_INSTALL_PREFIX isn't specified, I get /bin and /shared as values.
Strange results also can be recieved using message(WARNING "${CMAKE_INSTALL_FULL_DATADIR}"): /bin on clean run, /usr/local/bin on cached one.
Is there a way to overcome this issue, e.g. use /usr/local/bin instead of /bin?
A:
CMake sets default value of CMAKE_INSTALL_PREFIX only when project() is called. Because the module GNUInstallDirs uses this variable, it should be included after the project():
project(MyProject)
# ...
include(GNUInstallDirs)
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Best JavaScript / HTML5 game engine? - factorialboy
What would you recommend?
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ahsanhilal
ImpactJS is really good. Currently using that for side-scrolling games. great
for indie development.
Worked with LimeJS, but it is based on Closure so a bit hard to get used to.
However, it gives great performance on web and mobile.
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martyman
Playcraft engine (<http://getplaycraft.com>)
Email us info@playcraftlabs.com and we'll get you on the beta.
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Because you just aren’t a cool guy unless you have documented proof that you’ve walked away from an explosion at some point. Unfortunately, Hollywood can’t seem to decide on what the safe distance to ignore an explosion from IS exactly…
About a year ago when I was working on Ugly Americans, I started plotting out a backstory for Commander I could draw in the downtime I assumed I was going to spend unemployed. In the end, I didn’t end up being unemployed at all and the story stayed shelf’d, but I want to find a way to sneak some of Commander’s bros in. So here’s introducing Cate (girl), Jet (bandana), and Ace (holding the camera).
In the meantime, I ended up on two podcasts this week! You can catch me over at Guys With Pencils talking about Manly guys and the animation industry and how to make it from a town of a thousand people in the Hudson Bay basin to Hollywood and all that. Aaand I cameo’d on The Harbinger talking about 3D movies and Batman and Genghis Khan and other fun things. (If anyone else wants me to talk at them on their podcast and can tolerate all of my incessant “like, um, y’know”s, feel free to drop me a line!)
And I was one of the animators on the Good Vibes episode airing this week! so check out MTV on Thursday if you want to see the sordid, unspeakable things that I draw or my bread and butter. |
Orange has Ganesh do what his fans want him to
Golden Star Ganesh’s release this week, Orange, is his second collaboration with filmmaker Prashant Raj. And what makes it extra special, he says, is that Prashant has packaged it as a complete family entertainer. “The first thing that strikes you about a film by Prashant is how colourful it is onscreen. Orange will be no different and deals with family drama, fun and emotion, with loads of entertainment,” says Ganesh. In the film, the actor plays a modern-day Robin Hood, who works for the betterment of the poor.
“It is very difficult to condense the story of Orange into a one-liner. This is a film that Prashant has written for me, as a fan of Golden Star Ganesh. So, a lot of what unfolds onscreen is what he believes a fan would want to see me do. What’s most interesting about the script is how much confusion prevails among the characters. Only the audience will know what is unfolding,” says Ganesh, adding, “The film will be paisa vasool for audiences, especially the second half, which is a complete laughter riot.”
Orange also introduces a new pair to Kannada cinema in the form of Ganesh and Priya Anand. “She is a very intelligent actress and was quite involved in the film making process. Instead of returning to her vanity van after her sequences, she would hang around with the team to understand the rest of the scene and the film in totality. That was nice of her,” he signs off. |
Behind The Scenes: Vinnie And Pete In Friday The 13th: A New Beginning
We have written many stories about Friday the 13th: A New Beginning and the mysteries that surround the filming and circumstances of the project. Little by little over the past couple of years, this writer, with the help of others, have found numerous photos and information that has shed light on the production of the film.
The most important items found to unlocking certain clues for A New Beginning have been behind the scenes images. Some images we have posted on the website before, but we know that there are some of our readers that have not witnessed our current offering, which is the scene with Vinnie and Pete from the the fifth film in the franchise. So, we decided to include those images below along with some brand new images from that infamous scene. "Ratatatatouie......."
Below are behind the scenes images of the two actors that portray Vinnie (Anthony Barrile) and Pete (Corey Parker). There are candid images of the two actors during their scene, but the money shots are the F/X images of Pete being killed with the machete. You will notice that stuntman/Jason actor Tom Morga is in the back seat of the car wielding the machete! |
Advances in microprocessor and related technologies have led to wide spread deployment and adoption of numerous general purpose as well as special purpose computing devices. General purpose computing devices, such as servers and desktop computers, are now endowed with computing power that was once reserved for the most expensive high end computers, requiring special conditioned environment to operate. At the same time, advances in networking, telecommunication, satellite, and other related technologies have also led to increase in connectivity between computing devices, making possible sophisticated networked computing over private and/or public networks, such as the Internet. Examples of these sophisticated applications include but are not limited to Voice over IP (VoIP) and multimedia applications.
Recently, continuing advances in wireless communication technology have also made wireless connectivity ubiquitous. Typically, for wireless networks, e.g. Wi-Fi, a client Mobile Station (STA) connects to an Access Points (AP) to obtain network service. STA could be considered “roaming” from one AP to a new AP for a number of reasons. With VoIP and multimedia applications, good quality of service requires that a STA be able to quickly establish connection with a new AP for continuing network service without interruption. Further, the new AP should be able to provide commensurate level of quality of service for the applications running on the STA as the previous AP. |
The United Nations on Friday urged countries hit by the dangerous Zika virus to let women have access to contraception and abortion.
The UN human rights office said the South American countries now urging women to hold off getting pregnant over Zika fears had to offer them the possibility of controlling their fertility.
"How can they ask these women not to become pregnant, but not offer... the possibility to stop their pregnancies?" spokeswoman Cecile Pouilly told reporters.
Many of these countries are conservative Catholic and have very restrictive abortion and contraceptive laws.
An exploding number of cases of Zika virus -- believed to cause a condition called microcephaly in which babies are born with abnormally small heads -- have prompted several countries and territories in Latin America to warn women to avoid getting pregnant.
But UN human rights chief UN rights chief Zeid Ra'ad al-Hussein said this warning meant little in countries that ban or heavily restrict access to reproductive health services like contraception and abortion.
"The advice of some governments to women to delay getting pregnant ignores the reality that many women and girls simply cannot exercise control over whether or when or under what circumstances they become pregnant, especially in an environment where sexual violence is so common," Zeid said in a statement.
"In situations where sexual violence is rampant, and sexual and reproductive health services are criminalised, or simply unavailable, efforts to halt this crisis will not be enhanced by placing the focus on advising women and girls not to become pregnant," he said.
Instead, he insisted that governments must "ensure women, men and adolescents have access to comprehensive and affordable quality sexual and reproductive health services and
information, without discrimination."
This, his office pointed out, includes contraception --including emergency contraception -- maternal healthcare and safe abortion services.
"Laws and policies that restrict (women's) access to these services must be urgently reviewed in line with human rights obligations in order to ensure the right to health for
all in practice," Zeid said.
Zika-Hit Nations Should Allow Access To Contraception, Abortion: UN
The United Nations on Friday urged countries hit by the dangerous Zika virus to let women have access to contraception and abortion.
The UN human rights office said the South American countries now urging women to hold off getting pregnant over Zika fears had to offer them the possibility of controlling their fertility.
“How can they ask these women not to become pregnant, but not offer… the possibility to stop their pregnancies?” spokeswoman Cecile Pouilly told reporters.
Many of these countries are conservative Catholic and have very restrictive abortion and contraceptive laws.
An exploding number of cases of Zika virus — believed to cause a condition called microcephaly in which babies are born with abnormally small heads — have prompted several countries and territories in Latin America to warn women to avoid getting pregnant.
“The advice of some governments to women to delay getting pregnant ignores the reality that many women and girls simply cannot exercise control over whether or when or under what circumstances they become pregnant, especially in an environment where sexual violence is so common,” Zeid said in a statement.
“In situations where sexual violence is rampant, and sexual and reproductive health services are criminalised, or simply unavailable, efforts to halt this crisis will not be enhanced by placing the focus on advising women and girls not to become pregnant,” he said.
Instead, he insisted that governments must “ensure women, men and adolescents have access to comprehensive and affordable quality sexual and reproductive health services and
information, without discrimination.”
“Laws and policies that restrict (women’s) access to these services must be urgently reviewed in line with human rights obligations in order to ensure the right to health for
all in practice,” Zeid said. |
Characteristics of P2X7 receptors from human B lymphocytes expressed in Xenopus oocytes.
Human B lymphocytes express an ATP-gated ion channel (P2Z receptor), which shares similarities with the recently identified P2X7 receptor. Using gene specific primers, we have now isolated P2X7 cDNA from the total RNA of human B lymphocytes. This hP2X7 receptor subtype was expressed in Xenopus oocytes and electrophysiologically characterized. The hP2X7 receptor is similar to, but does not completely match, P2Z of human B cells. The hP2X7 receptors resemble the P2Z receptors with regard to the ATP concentration of half maximal activation, reproducibility, permeation characteristics and lack of desensitization of the ATP-evoked currents. However, in contrast to the native lymphocytic P2Z receptor, the time course of activation of hP2X7 displayed an additional linearly increasing current component. Furthermore, a second, small and slowly deactivating current component exists only in hP2X7 expressed in oocytes. The activation and deactivation kinetics as well as permeation characteristics of hP2X7 are different from rat P2X7 recently expressed in oocytes. Unlike in mammalian cells, hP2X7 expressed in Xenopus oocytes is not sufficient to induce large non-selective pores. |
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New stuff at Hey Chickadee!
When we were in Asheville a few weeks ago someone told us about a local laundromat/bar and that struck me as a pretty great idea. I doubt there's one in NYC - liquor licenses are tough here - but there can't only be one! Consider this a heads up. ;) |
A lot of people think that I wear blush.
This video is just dispelling that- I don't
wear blush; I have super red cheeks.
I put foundation on the bottom so the only
red you can see is my cheeks.
I'm Lulu Bonfils' and here are some of the
things I like.
I like to have a contrast in the facial colors
that I have, so I use the Glossier Generation
G in Crush and it usually matches the color
of my cheeks.
I wear the Revlon Colorstay foundation, it's
in the lightest shade.
It's ivory.
I usually put it over here and under my eyes
a little bit, and then a lot on my jaw.
I usually set it with the L'Oreal True Match
Powder in Warm, I guess is the shade.
That's also the lightest shade it comes in.
After a long day of work, or school, something
to do to relax is just take off all my makeup,
usually do a face mask, like the Moon Mask
from Glossier is really good, and I put on
Castor Oil on my eyebrows, and usually my
hair if I'm doing a hair mask.
It definitely works in hair growth.
This is the facial cleanser that I use, it's
called the Creme of Nectar Soothing Wash.
It's from the DNA Skin Institute.
You can only get it in a certain spot in New
Mexico that's really in the mountains.
It's really milky and it doesn't dry out my
skin.
Mario Badescu Face Spray - it's made from
aloe and rosewater.
It's really calming on the skin.
Kiehl's Midnight Recovery Concentrate - it
kind of sinks into the skin and makes it's
really, really soft.
I only use that overnight.
What else do I use?
Oh, I use this highlighter from Milk, it's
in the color Lit, and Iuse that on my cheekbones
and I use it on the tip of my nose.
e.l.f.
Lash Extending Mascara - I always have to
curl my eyelashes cause mine go straight down.
The brush to it has a curve, so it keeps my
eyelashes pretty lifted.
They're super small bristles so it separates
my eyelashes really well.
It does the same for my eyebrows, it separates
it and shapes them really nicely.
I have super bright cheeks, kind of white
hair, so I like to keep the brows dark.
Bye guys!
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Q:
GetType return Int instead of System.Int32
GetType().ToString() returns the FullName of the object. I want the name that you usually use to instantiate that object, i.e, int instead of Int32. Is there a way to do this?
A:
C# has a number of 'types' that are actually keyword aliases to .NET CLR Types. In this case, int is a C# alias for System.Int32, but the same is true of other C# types like string which is an alias to System.String.
This means that when you get under the hood with reflection and start looking at the CLR Type objects you won't find int, string or any of the other C# type aliases because .NET and the CLR don't know about them... and nor should they.
If you want to translate from the CLR type to a C# alias you'll have to do it yourself via lookup. Something like this:
// This is the set of types from the C# keyword list.
static Dictionary<Type, string> _typeAlias = new Dictionary<Type, string>
{
{ typeof(bool), "bool" },
{ typeof(byte), "byte" },
{ typeof(char), "char" },
{ typeof(decimal), "decimal" },
{ typeof(double), "double" },
{ typeof(float), "float" },
{ typeof(int), "int" },
{ typeof(long), "long" },
{ typeof(object), "object" },
{ typeof(sbyte), "sbyte" },
{ typeof(short), "short" },
{ typeof(string), "string" },
{ typeof(uint), "uint" },
{ typeof(ulong), "ulong" },
// Yes, this is an odd one. Technically it's a type though.
{ typeof(void), "void" }
};
static string TypeNameOrAlias(Type type)
{
// Lookup alias for type
if (_typeAlias.TryGetValue(type, out string alias))
return alias;
// Default to CLR type name
return type.Name;
}
For simple types that will work fine. Generics, arrays and Nullable take a bit more work. Arrays and Nullable values are handled recursively like this:
static string TypeNameOrAlias(Type type)
{
// Handle nullable value types
var nullbase = Nullable.GetUnderlyingType(type);
if (nullbase != null)
return TypeNameOrAlias(nullbase) + "?";
// Handle arrays
if (type.BaseType == typeof(System.Array))
return TypeNameOrAlias(type.GetElementType()) + "[]";
// Lookup alias for type
if (_typeAlias.TryGetValue(type, out string alias))
return alias;
// Default to CLR type name
return type.Name;
}
This will handle things like:
Console.WriteLine(TypeNameOrAlias(typeof(int?[][])));
Generics, if you need them, are a bit more involved basically the same process. Scan through the generic parameter list and run the types recursively through the process.
Nested Types
When you run TypeNameOrAlias on a nested type the result is only the name of the specific type, not the full path you'd need to specify to use it from outside the type that declares it:
public class Outer
{
public class Inner
{
}
}
// TypeNameOrAlias(typeof(Outer.Inner)) == "Inner"
This resolves the issue:
static string GetTypeName(Type type)
{
string name = TypeNameOrAlias(type);
if (type.DeclaringType is Type dec)
{
return $"{GetTypeName(dec)}.{name}";
}
return name;
}
// GetTypeName(typeof(Outer.Inner)) == "Outer.Inner"
Generics
Generics in the .NET type system are interesting. It's relatively easy to handle things like List<int> or Dictionary<int, string> or similar. Insert this at the top of TypeNameOrAlias:
// Handle generic types
if (type.IsGenericType)
{
string name = type.Name.Split('`').FirstOrDefault();
IEnumerable<string> parms =
type.GetGenericArguments()
.Select(a => type.IsConstructedGenericType ? TypeNameOrAlias(a) : a.Name);
return $"{name}<{string.Join(",", parms)}>";
}
Now you'll get correct results for things like TypeNameOrAlias(typeof(Dictionary<int, string>)) and so on. It also deals with generic type definitions: TypeNameOrAlias(typeof(Dictionary<,>)) will return Dictionary<TKey,TValue>.
Where things get difficult is when you nest classes inside generics. Try GetTypeName(typeof(Dictionary<int, string>.KeyCollection)) for an interesting result.
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background-color: $colorOrange!important;
}
.bg-blue {
background-color: $colorBlue!important;
}
.bg-gold {
background-color: $colorGold!important;
}
.bg-white {
background-color: #ffffff!important;
}
.bg-light-grey {
background-color: $colorLightGrey!important;
}
.bg-primary {
background-color: $colorPrimary!important;
}
.bg-success {
background-color: $colorSuccess!important;
}
.bg-warning {
background-color: $colorWarning!important;
}
.bg-danger {
background-color: $colorDanger!important;
}
.bg-info {
background-color: $colorInfo!important;
}
.bg-facebook {
background-color: $colorFacebook;
}
.bg-twitter {
background-color: $colorTwitter;
}
.bg-linkedin {
background-color: $colorTwitter;
}
.bg-github {
background-color: $colorTwitter;
}
.text-facebook {
color: $colorFacebook;
}
.text-twitter {
color: $colorTwitter;
}
.text-linkedin {
color: $colorLinkedin;
}
.text-github {
color: $colorGithub;
}
.text-primary {
color: $colorPrimary!important;
}
.text-success {
color: $colorSuccess!important;
}
.text-info {
color: $colorInfo!important;
}
.text-warning {
color: $colorWarning!important;
}
.text-danger {
color: $colorDanger!important;
}
.text-gold {
color: $colorGold!important;
}
.text-muted {
color: $colorTextMuted;
}
.text-facebook {
color: $colorFacebook;
}
.text-twitter {
color: $colorTwitter;
} |
Q:
Плюсы и минусы двух связок для php7 - nginx/apache/mod_php vs nginx/php-fpm
Профи, подскажите, какие преимущества и недостатки у бекенд-серверов для php7, apache/mod_php vs php_fpm.
Nginx в обоих случаях будет в качестве фронтенд-сервера.
A:
Чтобы понять, ответьте себе на вопрос: зачем на проекте Apache2? Какие дополнительные возможности он вносит?
fpm
быстрее вся цепочка "запрос" - "ответ", нет промежуточного звена
не нужно держать бесполезный Apache2 => экономия ресурсов памяти и процессора
минус: придется создавать правила nginx для нормальной работы CMS, так как большинство CMS идет с конфигом .htaccess под Апач. Но это не сложно
mod_php
единственное значимое преимущество - возможность переопределять конфиги через .htaccess, что удобно для шаред-хостингов
самый главный минус - каждый запрос запускает форк апача, хотя тут пишут, что уже нет
если нет Nginx, апачу придется кормить с ложечки все медленные соединения и постоянно потреблять под это память. Если есть Nginx, то он отдает весь ответ ему, и этим уже занимается более экономичный по памяти Nginx
Конечно, Апач имеет кучу возможностей, изысканных (реврайтинг в зависимости от времени, On-the-fly Content-Regeneration), уникальных, но спросите себя - они вам нужны?
Резюме: fpm, если умеете, и изыски не нужны
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Q:
Tooltip, accessibility
Building a nice accessible web page is hard. Currently, Im trying to make a tooltip web accessible and I need help. Do you guys have any piece of advice for it? Like what aria attributes I should use. Or some other important thing you want to add!
Moreover, How do I prevent the screen reader from reading the tooltip, if it hasnt been shown? My approach here is to make it using javascript, adding and deleting aria-hidden attribute, but I want to avoid JS as much as possible.
A:
You'll have to show the tooltip on a focusable element (if this element is not focusable, you should set the tabindex attribute)
<input type="text" id="mytextbox" aria-describedby="mytooltip" />
<span id="mytooltip" role="tooltip" class="tooltip" aria-hidden="true">Tooltip for the textbox</span>
The aria-describedby will set the relationship between your focusable element and the tooltip. The tooltip role support is not very important, but you should use it as it's designed for this subject.
Once this is done, you just have to set the initial state in the CSS:
.tooltip[aria-hidden='true'] {display: none}
.tooltip[aria-hidden='false'] {display: block}
and define the aria-hidden attribute to true on focus or mouseover events using your favorite javascript code, and to false on blur and mouseout events.
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People frequently leave notes for others on chairs, desks, and the like. Such notes may be written on pages or scraps of paper, index cards, or so-called “sticky notes,” such as “POST-IT” notes, for example. Such notes, left on a busy desk, for example, may be overlooked, or they may fall onto the floor and go unnoticed.
It would be desirable, therefore, if apparatus were available to detect motion in the vicinity of the apparatus, and, in response to such detection, provide a human-perceptible indication that a note is waiting. |
Q:
Create SqlParameter with name and type only (no value assigned)
I am having issue to use SqlClient to call some sql query with parameter declared but not assigned. The query I want to run is similar to below
DECLARE @ID int;
SELECT @ID = OrderId
FROM Orders
ORDER BY OrderId DESC;
SELECT @ID;
However, when I created SqlParameter as following
SqlParameter parameter = new SqlParameter("ID", SqlDbType.Int);
sqlcommand.Parameters.Add(parameter);
I got error showing "The parameterized query '(@ID int)SELECT @ID = OrderId
FROM Orders
ORDER BY OrderId DES' expects the parameter '@ID', which was not supplied."
Any suggestions on how to create SqlParameter without any value assigned in such case?
A:
In your case you have to specify that @ID is an output parameter.
SqlParameter parameter = new SqlParameter("ID", SqlDbType.Int)
{
Direction = ParameterDirection.Output
}
When the query will be executed you can retrieve that value via
parameter.Value
It will return an instance of the object type.
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Q:
CUDD: how to count the number of nodes and edges of a decision diagram?
I have a pointer to the root node of a CUDD decision diagramm, say
DdNode * root
How can I retrieve the number of nodes and edges composing this decision tree?
A:
You could use Cudd_DagSize() to get the number of nodes.
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Q:
What is the converse of "hence"?
Imagine I have two sentences. The second one causes or precedes the first one, like:
It is raining. There are a lot of clouds.
You can say:
There are a lot of clouds. Hence, it is raining.
I want to know if there is one word to obtain this structure:
It is raining. ..., there are a lot of clouds.
Is there a word I can put on the ellipsis?
I know I could use a description (for instance "This is because"). Starting the sentence with "Because" is not allowed in my case.
A:
As I understand it, you're trying to show the fundamental connection between the first state and the second. The second state caused the first, so it should follow that its present when the first is. You're not looking for the "opposite", (an imprecise term usually meaning inverse) you want the converse. Using that understanding, we could have:
Its raining. Naturally, its cloudy.
Where its refers to the local weather condition by context, and the lack of change in context implies that the two are related, so naturally implies that there's a fundamental relation. You could also use:
Its raining. Of course it's cloudy.
Hinting that raining should inherently imply cloudy.
Its raining. Its obviously also cloudy.
Explicitly saying that there's a known relation there.
Alternatively to all of that, you could join the two sentences, resulting in the smoother:
Its raining, so naturally its cloudy.
A:
What about since and for?
There are a lot of clouds, hence it is raining.
Since there are a lot of clouds, it is raining.
It is raining, since there are a lot of clouds.
It is raining. For there are a lot of clouds.
I've seen hence and since forming a pair quite often. Furthermore, it is not at all unusual or frowned upon to begin a sentence with "For, ..." (even though I personally do not like it).
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Q:
"No such file or directory" error message when using psql's \copy command
I keep having a error message of "No such file or directory" for this psql's \copy command:
\copy household from '/home/kihong/hh.csv' with csv header;
Do you have any suggestions?
A:
If I were you, I would move the file to different folder (This worked for me). I tried to upload my CSV file from desktop and got the error message you got. Also as Craig Ringer suggested use copy instead of \copy.
Here is the step by step instruction on how to load data from spreadsheet (Excel or OpenOffice Calc) into postgreSQL:
Save the spreadsheet page as a CSV file. Prefered method is to open the spreadsheet on OpenOffice Calc and do the saving. On “Export to text file” window choose Character Set as Unicode (UTF8), Field Delimiter: “,” and Text Delimiter “ “ “. Message will be displayed saying only active sheet is saved. Note: This file has to be saved on a folder but not on desktop and have to save in UTF8 format (postgreSQL by dafault is step up for UTF8 encoding). If saved on desktop, postgreSQL will give “access denied” message and won't upload.
In PostgreSQL, create an empty table with same number of column as the spreadsheet.
Note: On each column, column-name has to be same, data type has to be same. Also, keep in mind the length of data where character varying with enough field.
Then on postgreSQL, on SQL window, put the code:
copy "ABC"."def" from E'C:\\tmp\\blabla.csv' delimiters ',' CSV HEADER;
NOTE: Here C:\\tmp is the folder where CSV-file “blabla” is saved. “ABC”.”def” is the table created on postgreSQL where "ABC" is the schema and "def" is the table. Then do “execute query” by pressing the green button on top. “CSV HEADER” is needed when CSV table has heading at the start of every column.
If everythig is ok, no error message will be displayed and table data from CSV file will be loaded into the postgreSQL table. But if there is an error message do as following:
If error message is saying that the data is too long for a specific column, then increase the column size. This happens mostly on character and character varying column. Then run the “execute query” command again.
If error message is saying that the data type doesn't match to a particular column, then change the data type on postgreSQL table-column to match the one in CSV table.
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Cómo MichelS comenzó su viaje en logotipos
Resumen
A logo for a company specialised in professional web design, software development and IT related business consulting.
Nombre de la empresa
BlueBytes Technologies
¿Qué te inspira y qué diseño imaginas para tu empresa?
I need a logo for my new IT consultancy company specialized in professional web design, software development and IT related business consulting.
Ideally I would have liked the business card fitting with it but the website does not give me this option. However it would be a plus to present one.
I don't have specific color scheme however due to the name I guess I should expect some blue (I like the mix dark blue and black) however feel free to surprise me!
Lo que desea
- Ideally a symbol I could reuse for my branding materials
- A look & feel reflecting high-standard and luxury services
- A overall logo inspiring design and creativity in the way that the companyis gathering many technical architects to design, manage and implement complex applications
No quieres
- Any symbol representing a part of a computer (monitor/screen, mouse). It usually fits for IT support company.
- A email symbol |
The Tenth Circuit held that under RFRA the owners had a right to refuse to provide the coverage; Gorsuch wrote a separate concurrence describing the spiritual issue at stake:
All of us face the problem of complicity. All of us must answer for ourselves whether and to what degree we are willing to be involved in the wrongdoing of others. For some, religion provides an essential source of guidance both about what constitutes wrongful conduct and the degree to which those who assist others in committing wrongful conduct themselves bear moral culpability. The Greens [owners of Hobby Lobby Stores] are among those who seek guidance from their faith on these questions.
It is characteristically literate and philosophically sophisticated. Indeed, the discussion of “complicity” would be fine as far as it goes—had it been followed by any sign of recognition that the employees of Hobby Lobby stores who wish access to contraception are following their own consciences and not bound by their employers’. They were entitled by statute to the benefits, and entitled under the Constitution to use medically approved contraception, regardless of what others think.
In short, there is no legal scheme in which they can be constitutionally branded as “wrongdoers.” Beyond that, the record gives no reason to doubt that their conduct has religious and spiritual roots as important to them as the storeowners’ evangelical Christian faith is to them. Gorsuch, however, simply privileges one set of beliefs, and wipes out the others.
This, I think, embodies a persistent misconception about “religious freedom.” Some beliefs are religious, and protected; other beliefs on the very same issues are secular, and should be brushed aside.
No one can be against the concept of “religious freedom.” No one questions, either, that the concept extends beyond “purely” religious matters into economic and public life. But mapping that extension takes careful thought, and wherever lines are drawn, some people will feel they have lost. That’s because in a lot of areas—anti-discrimination law, for example, or medical care, to name just two—religious claims involve the rights of many different people, each of whom has a claim to freedom of conscience. Those claims don’t depend on formal labels or church membership; and they all must be weighed in the balance. Balancing is hard, subjective, and ultimately often unsatisfying; yet balancing is the soul of constitutional law.
In the United States, whose culture and history has been shaped by Christianity, it’s easy to skip the balancing stage. Many people assume that “religious freedom” centers around familiar “religious” beliefs—Christianity, in other words—as opposed to those of religious outsiders, whether they are Mormons, Muslims, or atheists.
It’s a persistent misapprehension. |
Cute Code Cards Communicate Christmas Cheer
The Christmas holidays are almost upon us, so check out these adorable, geek-infused greeting cards. They may possibly be the best and bug-free way to tell your loved ones all your base are belong to them.
Designed by Matt Raw, the cards come in your choice of Python, Ruby, PHP and Javascript languages and come in three varieties: New Year, holiday recipe and love. If only grandma passed down her egg nog recipe in PHP that asks for some potent two cups each of bourbon and rum. Now, you can be that grandma for your internet-age grandchildren. Go forth, program and reward yourself with some wonderfully spiked egg nog. You can even create your own custom cards if these don’t tickle your web-developing fancy. [Code Cards via Laughing Squid] |
The invention relates to bicycle and particularly to reflective therefor adapted to warning other vehicles of the presence of the bicycle. The prior art includes various apparatus which is intended to warn other vehicles of the presence of a bicycle particularly in darkness or dim light conditions. These include reflective pedals, reflectors positioned on wheels and reflectors placed on fenders. Despite the use of such reflective surfaces there continues to be a large number of accidents involving bicycles and other vehicles, particularly motor cycles and automobiles. In part these accidents result from drivers who are inattentive and do not anticipate the presence of bicycles along roadways where they primarily encounter other motor vehicles. Frequently the accidents occur in daylight hours as well as in twilight and darkness.
It is a primary object of the invention to provide apparatus which will substantially increase the visibility by a bicycle in all lighting conditions.
It is another object of the invention to provide apparatus which is easy to install on existing bicycles without modification of any of the basic structural elements thereof.
Yet another object of the invention is to provide such apparatus which is simple and inexpensive to manufacture. |
Cerebrospinal fluid leak and meningitis associated with nasal continuous positive airway pressure therapy.
Clear rhinorrhea is a common symptom in patients with obstructive sleep apnea (OSA) and may worsen with continuous positive airway pressure therapy. Clear rhinorrhea can also be the presenting symptom of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) leak, which is evidence of a communication between the subarachnoid space and the nasal cavity or sinuses. While CSF leak has been reported to occur with nasal continuous positive airway pressure (nCPAP) therapy following trauma to the skull base, its association with OSA and nCPAP therapy in the absence of trauma has not been previously described. We report two patients with OSA in whom CSF leak developed following the institution of nCPAP therapy. In one patient, the rhinorrhea was complicated by meningitis. Both patients underwent successful repair of their defects. One patient successfully restarted nCPAP therapy, while the other refused it. |
Q:
Solr: create a multiValued field with a default that has multiple values?
In my Solr schema, I want to create a multiValued field and set multiple values per default. Possible values are e.g. A, B and C. Can I just set some of them as a comma-separated list?
What I'd like to do is:
<field ...
multiValued="true"
default="A,B"/>
Is this the right way? Unfortunately I couldn't find any hints in the official documentation.
A:
I have tried many different ways by playing with schema but it seems like you cant put multiple default values by using schema only. The syntax that you wrote makes your multivalued field have a single entry like
<str>A,B</str>
which is not useful..
As there is no documentation about it i would recommend you to check here - which you have probably checked before
You can try to hack solr source code to handle multiple default values on schema.. it could be also painful too, as the documentation is not that well even for the code itself, but i think it is possible to do..
p.s because i cant comment under your question i had to write this as answer
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Some of you already saw an article in which cognitive scientist Donald Hoffman explains why reality is an illusion. I say the same type of thing in this blog and in my book. But I have low credibility on this topic, so I recommend Hoffman’s explanation.
In order to be an effective persuader, you must embrace the idea that common sense is an illusion. And you must understand that humans rarely (if ever) do anything because of logic and reason. The part of us we consider rational is in reality a rationalizer. Your mind is creating little movies in which you are the star.
In a Hoffman type of reality, where we all experience our own version of the truth, you can see how affirmations might be less about magical thinking and more like a mental tool to edit the movie you are experiencing as your life. When you focus on the future you want, the result is self-persuasion, and perhaps that is enough in a Hoffman universe to write the upcoming scenes in your movie.
That is essentially how I experience my reality. I focus on whatever I want, and I imagine it as vividly as I can, as often as I can, and for some reason it happens. If you know anything about my history, you know it is filled with unlikely events that somehow conspired to get me everything I want. My experience violates everything that humans typically assume about reality. And that’s just the stuff you know about. Trust me when I say my daily experience is so far above normal that I literally can’t tell you about it without being labelled insane.
I told you last year that Trump’s rise would change more than your opinion of politics. Trump’s successful use of persuasion will rewrite your entire understanding of reality. While you’re watching the trees, the entire forest is transforming. We’re right in the middle of the greatest awakening in the history of humankind.
We can make this world as good as we want it. We just don’t know it yet.
We’re almost there. |
Networks, such as the World Wide Web (WWW) or Internet, are powerful tools that allow people to access information and communicate with one another. One popular mechanism for using these networks to meet and interact with people are online social networks. This category includes a range of applications, such as chat rooms and listserv groups, that allow users to discuss a variety of pre-determined topics.
Unfortunately, the ever-changing nature of people's interests, for example, based on current events, is often at odds with the pre-determined nature of these environments, and it may be challenging to keep these communication environments topical and relevant to the current interests of users. As a consequence, these applications are often lagging indicators of users' interests.
Furthermore, by their nature chat rooms and groups target audiences that have at least a minimum size. As such, it is often difficult for users who are interested in less popular topics to find and communicate with one another.
There is a need, therefore, for improved social networks that address the aforementioned challenges. |
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Home Staging is Perfecting the Art of Creating Moods
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Tunnel
Synopsis
A cop and a career criminal join forces to battle a terrorist faction in this taut action thriller. An SAS agent (Daniel Baldwin) has been assigned to escort a ruthless jewel thief (Kim Coates) to custody by train when they discover a tunnel along the route has been seized by a gang of terrorists. With the tunnel sealed at both ends and the train trapped inside, the two men have to set aside their differences in order to rescue themselves...more
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Beta-sultams-mechanism of reactions and use as inhibitors of serine proteases.
beta-Sultams are reactive sulfonyl analogues of beta-lactams and show enormous rate enhancements over analogous reactions of sulfonamides. N-Acyl beta-sultams undergo S-N rather than C-N fission, although alpha-alkenyl substituents direct nucleophilic attack to the acyl center. They also inactivate serine enzymes such as elastase and beta-lactamase by sulfonylation of the active site serine. Structure-activity relationships are used to identify differences in transition state structures. |
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