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Announcing: McNaught-E November; Whitney My Love Excerpt
While I don't normally post purely promotional material from publishers here on Alpha Heroes, I agreed to be part of Simon and Schuster's McNaught-E November because I'm a big fan of Judith McNaught, and having her backlist made available in e-format is big news, as far as I'm concerned. You can read my thoughts on McNaught from the early days of this blog. Over the next several weeks, we'll be publishing excerpts from a number of McNaught's newly e-published backlist, so check back here every Monday.
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To celebrate this abundance of new material from Judith McNaught, we kick off McNaught-E November today with an excerpt for Whitney, My Love ($2.99 special price November 1st - December 4th, 2016). Please check back on McNaught-E Mondays (every Monday in November) to enjoy additional excerpts for the other thirteen E-Books.
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Whitney, My Love
As their elegant travelling chaise rocked and swayed along the rutted country road, Lady Anne Gilbert leaned her cheek against her husband's shoulder and heaved a long, impatient sigh. "Another whole hour until we arrive, and already the suspense is positively gnawing at me. I keep wondering what Whitney will be like now that she's grown up."
She lapsed into silence and gazed absently out the coach window at the lush, rolling English countryside covered with wild pink Foxglove and yellow Buttercups, trying to envision the niece she hadn't seen in almost eleven years.
"She'll be pretty, just as her mother was. And she'll have her mother's smile, her gentleness, her sweet disposition . . ."
Lord Edward Gilbert cast a skeptical glance at his wife. "Sweet disposition?" he echoed in amused disbelief. "That isn't what her father said in his letter."
As a diplomat attached to the British Consulate in Paris, Lord Gilbert was a master of hints, evasions, innuendoes, and intrigues. But in his personal life, he preferred the refreshing alternative of blunt truth. "Allow me to refresh your memory," he said, groping in his pockets and retrieving the letter from Whitney's father. He perched his spectacles upon his nose, and ignoring his wife's grimace, he began to read: " 'Whitney's manners are an outrage, her conduct is reprehensible. She is a willful hoyden who is the despair of everyone she knows and an embarrassment to me. I implore you to take her back to Paris with you, in the hope that you may have more success with the stubborn chit than I have had.' "
Edward chuckled. "Show me where it says she's 'sweet-tempered.' "
His wife shot him a peevish glance. "Martin Stone is a cold, unfeeling man who wouldn't recognize gentleness and goodness if Whitney were made of nothing else! Only think of the way he shouted at her and sent her to her room right after my sister's funeral."
Edward recognized the mutinous set of his wife's chin and put his arm around her shoulders in a gesture of conciliation. "I'm no fonder of the man than you are, but you must admit that, just having lost his young wife to an early grave, to have his daughter accuse him, in front of fifty people, of locking her mama in a box so she couldn't escape had to be rather disconcerting."
"But Whitney was scarcely five years old!" Anne protested heatedly.
"Agreed. But Martin was grieving. Besides, as I recall, it was not for that offense she was banished to her room. It was later, when everyone had gathered in the drawing room—when she stamped her foot and threatened to report us all to God if we didn't release her mama at once."
Anne smiled. "What spirit she had, Edward. I thought for a moment her little freckles were going to pop right off her nose. Admit it—she was marvelous, and you thought so too!"
"Well, yes," Edward agreed sheepishly. "I rather thought she was."
As the Gilbert chaise bore inexorably down on the Stone estate, a small knot of young people were waiting on the south lawn, impatiently looking toward the stable one hundred yards away. A petite blonde smoothed her pink ruffled skirts and sighed in a way that displayed a very fetching dimple. "Whatever do you suppose Whitney is planning to do?" she inquired of the handsome light-haired man beside her.
Glancing down into Elizabeth Ashton's wide blue eyes, Paul Sevarin smiled a smile that Whitney would have forfeited both her feet to see focused on herself. "Try to be patient, Elizabeth," he said.
"I'm sure none of us have the faintest idea what she is up to, Elizabeth," Margaret Merryton said tartly. "But you can be perfectly certain it will be something foolish and outrageous."
"Margaret, we're all Whitney's guests today," Paul chided.
"I don't know why you should defend her, Paul," Margaret argued spitefully. "Whitney is creating a horrid scandal chasing after you, and you know it!"
"Margaret!" Paul snapped. "I said that was enough." Drawing a long, irritated breath, Paul Sevarin frowned darkly at his gleaming boots. Whitney had been making a spectacle of herself chasing after him, and damned near everyone for fifteen miles was talking about it.
At first he had been mildly amused to find himself the object of a fifteen-year-old's languishing looks and adoring smiles, but lately Whitney had begun pursuing him with the determination and tactical brilliance of a female Napoleon Bonaparte.
If he rode off the grounds of his estate, he could almost depend on meeting her en route to his destination. It was as if she had some lookout point from which she watched his every move, and Paul no longer found her childish infatuation with him either harmless or amusing.
Three weeks ago, she had followed him to a local inn. While he was pleasantly contemplating accepting the innkeeper's daughter's whispered invitation to meet her later in the hayloft, he'd glanced up and seen a familiar pair of bright green eyes peeping at him through the window. Slamming his tankard of ale on the table, he'd marched outside, grabbed Whitney by the elbow, and unceremoniously deposited her on her horse, tersely reminding her that her father would be searching for her if she wasn't home by nightfall.
He'd stalked back inside and ordered another tankard, but when the innkeeper's daughter brushed her breasts suggestively against his arm while refilling his ale and Paul had a sudden vision of himself lying entangled with her voluptuous naked body, a pair of green eyes peered in through yet another window. He'd tossed enough coins on the planked wooden table to mollify the startled girl's wounded sensibilities and left—only to encounter Miss Stone again on his way home.
He was beginning to feel like a hunted man whose every move was under surveillance, and his temper was strained to the breaking point. And yet, Paul thought irritably, here he was standing in the April sun, trying for some obscure reason to protect Whitney from the criticism she richly deserved.
A pretty girl, several years younger than the others in the group, glanced at Paul. "I think I'll go and see what's keeping Whitney," said Emily Williams. She hurried across the lawn and along the whitewashed fence adjoining the stable. Shoving open the big double doors, Emily looked down the wide gloomy corridor lined with stalls on both sides. "Where is Miss Whitney?" she asked the stableboy who was currying a sorrel gelding.
"In there, Miss." Even in the muted light, Emily saw his face suffuse with color as he nodded toward a door adjacent to the tack room.
With a puzzled glance at the flushing stableboy, Emily tapped lightly on the designated door and stepped inside, then froze at the sight that greeted her: Whitney Allison Stone's long legs were encased in coarse brown britches that clung startlingly to her slender hips and were held in place at her narrow waist with a length of rope. Above the riding britches she wore a thin chemise.
"You surely aren't going out there dressed like that?" Emily gasped.
Whitney fired an amused glance over her shoulder at her scandalized friend. "Of course not. I'm going to wear a shirt, too."
"B-but why?" Emily persisted desperately.
"Because I don't think it would be very proper to appear in my chemise, silly," Whitney cheerfully replied, snatching the stableboy's clean shirt off a peg and plunging her arms into the sleeves.
"P-proper? Proper?" Emily sputtered. "It's completely improper for you to be wearing men's britches, and you know it!"
"True. But I can't very well ride that horse without a saddle and risk having my skirts blow up around my neck, now can I?" Whitney breezily argued while she twisted her long unruly hair into a knot and pinned it at her nape.
"Ride without a saddle? You can't mean you're going to ride astride—your father will disown you if you do that again."
"I am not going to ride astride. Although," Whitney giggled, "I can't understand why men are allowed to straddle a horse, while we—who are supposed to be the weaker sex—must hang off the side, praying for our lives."
Emily refused to be diverted. "Then what are you going to do?"
"I never realized what an inquisitive young lady you are, Miss Williams," Whitney teased. "But to answer your question, I am going to ride standing on the horse's back. I saw it done at the fair, and I've been practicing ever since. Then, when Paul sees how well I do, he'll—"
"He'll think you have lost your mind, Whitney Stone! He'll think that you haven't a grain of sense or propriety, and that you're only trying something else to gain his attention." Seeing the stubborn set of her friend's chin, Emily switched her tactics. "Whitney, please—think of your father. What will he say if he finds out?"
Whitney hesitated, feeling the force of her father's unwaveringly cold stare as if it were this minute focused upon her. She drew a long breath, then expelled it slowly as she glanced out the small window at the group waiting on the lawn. Wearily, she said, "Father will say that, as usual, I have disappointed him, that I am a disgrace to him and to my mother's memory, that he is happy she didn't live to see what I have become. Then he will spend half an hour telling me what a perfect lady Elizabeth Ashton is, and that I ought to be like her."
"Well, if you really wanted to impress Paul, you could try . . ."
Whitney clenched her hands in frustration. "I have tried to be like Elizabeth. I wear those disgusting ruffled dresses that make me feel like a pastel mountain, I've practiced going for hours without saying a word, and I've fluttered my eyelashes until my eyelids go limp."
Emily bit her lip to hide her smile at Whitney's unflattering description of Elizabeth Ashton's demure mannerisms, then she sighed. "I'll go and tell the others that you'll be right out."
Gasps of outrage and derisive sniggers greeted Whitney's appearance on the lawn when she led the horse toward the spectators. "She'll fall off," one of the girls predicted, "if God doesn't strike her dead first for wearing those britches."
Ignoring the impulse to snap out a biting retort, Whitney raised her head in a gesture of haughty disdain, then stole a look at Paul. His handsome face was taut with disapproval as his gaze moved from her bare feet, up her trousered legs, to her face. Inwardly, Whitney faltered at his obvious displeasure, but she swung resolutely onto the back of the waiting horse.
The gelding moved into its practiced canter, and Whitney worked herself upward, first crouching with arms outstretched for balance, then slowly easing herself into a standing position. Around and around they went and, although Whitney was in constant terror of falling off and looking like a fool, she managed to appear competent and graceful.
As she completed the fourth circle, she let her eyes slant to the faces passing on her left, registering their looks of shock and derision, while she searched for the only face that mattered. Paul was partially in the tree's shadow, and Elizabeth Ashton was clinging to his arm, but as Whitney passed, she saw the slow, reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and triumph unfurled like a banner in her heart. By the time she came around again, Paul was grinning broadly at her. Whitney's spirits soared, and suddenly all the weeks of practice, the sore muscles and bruises, seemed worthwhile.
At the window of the second floor drawing room overlooking the south lawn, Martin Stone stared down at his performing daughter. Behind him, the butler announced that Lord and Lady Gilbert had arrived. Too enraged at his daughter to speak, Martin greeted his sister-in-law and her husband with a clenched jaw and curt nod.
"How—how nice to see you again after so many years, Martin," Lady Anne lied graciously. When he remained icily silent, she said, "Where is Whitney? We're so anxious to see her."
Martin finally recovered his voice. "See her?" he snapped savagely. "Madam, you have only to look out this window."
Bewildered, Anne did as he said. Below on the lawn there stood a group of young people watching a slender boy balancing beautifully on a cantering horse. "What a clever young man," she said, smiling.
Her simple remark seemed to drive Martin Stone from frozen rage to frenzied action as he swung on his heel and marched toward the door. "If you wish to meet your niece, come with me. Or, I can spare you the humiliation, and bring her here to you."
With an exasperated look at Martin's back, Anne tucked her hand in her husband's arm and together they followed Martin downstairs and outside.
As they approached the group of young people, Anne heard murmurings and laughter, and she was vaguely aware that there was something malicious in the tone, but she was too busy scanning the young ladies' faces, looking for Whitney, to pay much heed to the fleeting impression. She mentally discarded two blondes and a redhead, quizzically studied a petite, blue-eyed brunette, then glanced helplessly at the young man beside her. "Pardon me, I am Lady Gilbert, Whitney's aunt. Could you tell me where she is?"
Paul Sevarin grinned at her, half in sympathy and half in amusement. "Your niece is on the horse, Lady Gilbert," he said.
"On the—" Lord Gilbert choked.
From her delicate perch atop the horse, Whitney's eyes followed her father's progress as he bore down on her with long, rapid strides. "Please don't make a scene, Father," she implored when he was within earshot.
"I make a scene?" he roared furiously. Snatching the halter, he brought the cantering horse around so sharply that he jerked it from beneath her. Whitney hit the ground on her feet, lost her balance, and ended up half-sprawling. As she scampered up, her father caught her arm in a ruthless grip and hauled her over toward the spectators. "This—this thing," he said, thrusting her forward toward her aunt and uncle, "I am mortified to tell you is your niece."
Whitney heard the smattering of giggles as the group quickly disbanded, and she felt her face grow hot with shame. "How do you do, Aunt Gilbert? Uncle Gilbert?" With one eye on Paul's broad-shouldered, retreating form, Whitney reached mechanically for her nonexistent skirt, realized it was missing, and executed a comical curtsy without it. She saw the frown on her aunt's face and put her chin up defensively. "You may be sure that for the week you are here, I shall endeavor not to make a freak of myself again, Aunt."
"For the week that we are here?" her aunt gasped, but Whitney was preoccupied watching Paul help Elizabeth into his curricle and didn't notice the surprise in her aunt's voice.
"Good-bye, Paul," she called, waving madly. He turned and raised his arm in silent farewell.
Laughter drifted back as the curricles bowled down the drive, carrying their occupants off to a picnic or some other gay and wonderful activity, to which Whitney was never invited because she was too young.
Following Whitney toward the house, Anne was a mass of conflicting emotions. She was embarrassed for Whitney, furious with Martin Stone for humiliating the girl in front of the other young people, somewhat dazed by the sight of her own niece cavorting on the back of a horse, wearing men's britches . . . and utterly astonished to discover that Whitney, whose mother had been only passably pretty, showed promise of becoming a genuine beauty.
She was too thin right now, but even in disgrace Whitney's shoulders were straight, her walk naturally graceful and faintly provocative. Anne smiled to herself at the gently rounded hips displayed to almost immoral advantage by the coarse brown trousers, the slender waist that would require no subterfuge to make it appear smaller, eyes that seemed to change from sea-green to deep jade beneath their fringe of long, sooty lashes. And that hair—piles and piles of rich mahogany brown! All it needed was a good trimming and brushing until it shone; Anne's fingers positively itched to go to work on it. Mentally she was already styling it in ways to highlight Whitney's striking eyes and high cheekbones. Off her face, Anne decided, piled at the crown with tendrils at the ears, or pulled straight back off the forehead to fall in gentle waves down her back.
As soon as they entered the house, Whitney mumbled an excuse and fled to her room where she flopped dejectedly into a chair and morosely contemplated the humiliating scene Paul had just witnessed, with her father jerking her ignominiously off her horse and then shouting at her. No doubt her aunt and uncle were as horrified and revolted by her behavior as her father had been, and her cheeks burned with shame just thinking of how they must despise her already.
"Whitney?" Emily whispered, creeping into the bedroom and cautiously closing the door behind her. "I came up the back way. Is your father angry?"
"Cross as crabs," Whitney confirmed, staring down at her trousered legs. "I suppose I ruined everything today, didn't I? Everyone was laughing at me, and Paul heard them. Now that Elizabeth is seventeen, he's bound to offer for her before he ever has a chance to realize that he loves me."
"You?" Emily repeated dazedly. "Whitney Stone, Paul avoids you like the plague, and well you know it! And who could blame him, after the mishaps you've treated him to in the last year?"
"There haven't been so many as all that," Whitney protested, but she squirmed in her chair.
"No? What about that trick you played on him on All Soul's—darting out in front of his carriage, shrieking like a banshee, and pretending to be a ghost, terrifying his horses."
Whitney flushed. "He wasn't so very angry. And it isn't as if the carriage was destroyed. It only broke a shaft when it overturned."
"And Paul's leg," Emily pointed out.
"But that mended perfectly," Whitney persisted, her mind already leaping from past debacles to future possibilities. She surged to her feet and began to pace slowly back and forth. "There has to be a way—but short of abducting him, I—" A mischievous smile lit up her dust-streaked face as she swung around so quickly that Emily pressed back into her chair. "Emily, one thing is infinitely clear: Paul does not yet know that he cares for me. Correct?"
"He doesn't care a snap for you is more like it," Emily replied warily.
"Therefore, it would be safe to say that he is unlikely to offer for me without some sort of added incentive. Correct?"
"You couldn't make him offer for you at the point of a gun, and you know it. Besides, you aren't old enough to be betrothed, even if—"
"Under what circumstances," Whitney interrupted triumphantly, "is a gentleman obliged to offer for a lady?"
"I can't think of any. Except of course, if he has compromised her—absolutely not! Whitney, whatever you're planning now, I won't help."
Sighing, Whitney flopped back into her chair, stretching her legs out in front of her. An irreverent giggle escaped her as she considered the sheer audacity of her last idea. "If only I could have pulled it off . . . you know, loosened the wheel on Paul's carriage so that it would fall off later, and then asked him to drive me somewhere. Then, by the time we walked back, or help arrived, it would be late at night, and he would have to offer for me." Oblivious to Emily's scandalized expression, Whitney continued, "Just think what a wonderful turnabout that would have been on a tired old theme: Young Lady abducts Gentleman and ruins his reputation so that she is forced to marry him to set things aright! What a novel that could have made," she added, rather impressed with her own ingenuity.
"I'm leaving," Emily said. She marched to the door, then she hesitated and turned back to Whitney. "Your aunt and uncle saw everything. What are you going to say to them about those trousers and the horse?"
Whitney's face clouded. "I'm not going to say anything, it wouldn't help—but for the rest of the time they are here, I'm going to be the most demure, refined, delicate female you've ever seen." She saw Emily's dubious look and added, "Also I intend to stay out of sight except at mealtimes. I think I'll be able to act like Elizabeth for three hours a day."
Whitney kept her promise. At dinner that night, after her uncle's hair-raising tale of their life in Beirut where he was attached to the British Consulate, she murmured only, "How very informative, Uncle," even though she was positively burning to ply him with questions. At the end of her aunt's description of Paris and the thrill of its gay social life, Whitney murmured, "How very informative, Aunt." The moment the meal was finished, she excused herself and vanished.
After three days, Whitney's efforts to be either demure or absent had, in fact, been so successful that Anne was beginning to wonder whether she had only imagined the spark of fire she'd glimpsed the day of their arrival, or if the girl had some aversion to Edward and herself.
On the fourth day, when Whitney breakfasted before the rest of the household was up, and then vanished, Anne set out to discover the truth. She searched the house, but Whitney was not indoors. She was not in the garden, nor had she taken a horse from the stable, Anne was informed by a groom. Squinting into the sunlight, Anne looked around her, trying to imagine where a fifteen-year-old would go to spend all day.
Off on the crest of a hill overlooking the estate, she spied a patch of bright yellow. "There you are!" she breathed, opening her parasol and striking out across the lawn.
Whitney didn't see her aunt coming until it was too late to escape. Wishing she had found a better place to hide, she tried to think of some innocuous subject on which she could converse without appearing ignorant. Clothes? Personally, she knew nothing of fashions and cared even less; she looked hopeless no matter what she wore. After all, what could clothes do to improve the looks of a female who had cat's eyes, mud-colored hair, and freckles on the bridge of her nose? Besides that, she was too tall, too thin, and if the good Lord intended for her ever to have a bosom, it was very late in making its appearance.
Weak-kneed, her chest heaving with each labored breath, Anne topped the steep rise and collapsed unceremoniously onto the blanket beside Whitney. "I-I thought I'd take . . . a nice stroll," Anne lied. When she caught her breath, she noticed the leather-bound book lying face down on the blanket and, seizing on books as a topic of conversation, she said, "Is that a romantic novel?"
"No, Aunt," Whitney demurely uttered, carefully placing her hand over the title of the book to conceal it from her aunt's eyes.
"I'm told most young ladies adore romantic novels," Anne tried again.
"Yes, Aunt," Whitney agreed politely.
"I read one once but I didn't like it," Anne remarked, her mind groping for some other topic that might draw Whitney into conversation. "I cannot abide a heroine who is too perfect, nor one who is forever swooning."
Whitney was so astonished to discover that she wasn't the only female in all of England who didn't devour the insipid things, that she instantly forgot her resolution to speak only in monosyllables. "And when the heroines aren't swooning," she added, her entire face lighting up with laughter, "they are lying about with hartshorn bottles up their nostrils, moping and pining away for some faint-hearted gentleman who hasn't the gumption to offer for them, or else has already offered for some other, unworthy female. I could never just lie there doing nothing, knowing the man I loved was falling in love with a horrid person." Whitney darted a glance at her aunt to see if she was shocked, but her aunt was regarding her with an unexplainable smile lurking at the corners of her eyes. "Aunt Anne, could you actually care for a man who dropped to his knees and said, 'Oh, Clarabel, your lips are the petals of a red rose and your eyes are two stars from the heavens'?" With a derisive snort, Whitney finished, "That is where I would have leapt for the hartshorn!"
"And so would I," Anne said, laughing. "What do you read then, if not atrocious romantic novels?" She pried the book from beneath Whitney's flattened hand and stared at the gold-embossed title. "The Iliad?" she asked in astonished disbelief. The breeze ruffled the pages, and Anne's amazed gaze ricocheted from the print to Whitney's tense face. "But this is in Greek! Surely you don't read Greek?"
Whitney nodded, her face flushed with mortification. Now her aunt would think her a bluestocking—another black mark against her. "Also Latin, Italian, French, and even some German," she confessed.
"Good God," Anne breathed. "How did you ever learn all that?"
"Despite what Father thinks, Aunt Anne, I am only foolish, not stupid, and I plagued him to death until he allowed me tutors in languages and history." Whitney fell silent, remembering how she'd once believed that if she applied herself to her studies, if she could become more like a son, her father might love her.
"You sound ashamed of your accomplishments, when you should be proud."
Whitney gazed out at her home, nestled in the valley below. "I'm sure you know everyone thinks it's a waste of time to educate a female in these things. And anyway, I haven't a feminine accomplishment to my name. I can't sew a stitch that doesn't look as if it were done blindfolded, and when I sing, the dogs down at the stable begin to howl. Mr. Twittsworthy, our local music instructor, told my father that my playing of the pianoforte gives him hives. I can't do a thing that girls ought to do, and what's more, I particularly detest doing them."
Whitney knew her aunt would now take her in complete dislike, just as everyone else always did, but it was better this way because at least she could stop dreading the inevitable. She looked at Lady Anne, her green eyes wide and vulnerable. "I'm certain Papa has told you all about me. I'm a terrible disappointment to him. He wants me to be dainty and demure and quiet, like Elizabeth Ashton. I try to be, but I can't seem to do it."
Anne's heart melted for the lovely, spirited, bewildered child her sister had borne. Laying her hand against Whitney's cheek, she said tenderly, "Your father wants a daughter who is like a cameo—delicate, pale, and easily shaped. Instead, he has a daughter who is a diamond, full of sparkle and life, and he doesn't know what to do with her. Instead of appreciating the value and rarity of his jewel—instead of polishing her a bit and then letting her shine—he persists in trying to shape her into a common cameo."
Whitney was more inclined to think of herself as a chunk of coal, but rather than disillusion her aunt, she kept silent. After her aunt left, Whitney picked up her book, but soon her mind wandered from the printed page to dreamy thoughts of Paul.
That night when she came down to the dining room, the atmosphere in the room was strangely charged, and no one noticed her sauntering toward the table. "When do you plan to tell her she's coming back to France with us, Martin?" her uncle demanded angrily. "Or is it your intention to wait until the day we leave and then just toss the child into the coach with us?"
The world tilted crazily, and for one horrible moment, Whitney thought she was going to be sick. She stopped, trying to steady her shaking limbs, and swallowed back the aching lump in her throat. "Am I going somewhere, Father?" she asked, trying to sound calm and indifferent.
They all turned and stared, and her father's face tightened into lines of impatience and annoyance. "To France," he replied abruptly. "To live with your aunt and uncle, who are going to try to make a lady out of you."
Carefully avoiding meeting anyone's eyes, lest she break down then and there, Whitney slid into her chair at the table. "Have you informed my aunt and uncle of the risk they are taking?" she asked, concentrating all her strength on preventing her father from seeing what he had just done to her heart. She looked coldly at her aunt and uncle's guilty, embarrassed faces. "Father may have neglected to mention you're risking disgrace by welcoming me into your home. As he will tell you, I've a hideous disposition, I'm rag-mannered, and I haven't a trace of polite conversation."
Her aunt was watching her with naked pity, but her father's expression was stony. "Oh Papa," she whispered brokenly, "do you really despise me this much? Do you hate me so much that you have to send me out of your sight?" Her eyes swimming with unshed tears, Whitney stood up. "If you . . . will excuse me . . . I'm not very hungry this evening."
"How could you!" Anne cried when she left, rising from her own chair and glaring furiously at Martin Stone. "You are the most heartless, unfeeling—it will be a pleasure to remove that child from your clutches. How she has survived this long is a testimony to her strength. I'm sure I could never have done so well."
"You refine too much upon her words, Madam," Martin said icily. "I assure you that what has her looking so distraught is not the prospect of being parted from me. I have merely put a premature end to her plans to continue making a fool of herself over Paul Sevarin."
Phew. That's one harsh dad. OTOH, it does sound like he has a point.
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Charlie, Mac, and Maria managed to rescue the Project Chimera scientists from the devious Dr. Gray, but they couldn't stop him. Now he's closer than ever to enacting his dreadful master plan to transform all of humanity into a monstrous new species. And even worse, Kelly has betrayed her friends and joined forces with him. To defeat their beastly foes, Charlie and the others are going to need help. Luckily, they just saved the creators of the bracelets that give them their unbelievable powers, and they're about to get an upgrade.
Charlie Wilde's dad has been abducted by masked figures who might not even be completely human. And it will take more than her incredible bracelet --- which gives her powers from the animal kingdom --- to rescue him. Luckily, Charlie's friends now have bracelets of their own with all-new abilities…they just have to work through a few issues first. Maria's device has hair-raising side effects. Mac can't wait to hack into his. And their frenemy, Kelly, swears hers is a dud. If Charlie is going to have any hope of saving her dad from their beastly foes, she'll have to help her friends master their powers.
Identical twins Fifer and Thisbe Stowe have amazing yet uncontrollable magical abilities. They're naturally more gifted than even their brother, Alex, the head mage of Artimé, could hope to be. But when they accidentally use their magic in the jungle of Artimé to strike down a beloved creature, Alex is furious, and threatens to lock them away until they can learn to control their power. The threat is soon forgotten, though, when Hux, the ice blue dragon, comes to Artimé bearing the horrible news that his siblings have been enslaved by the notoriously evil Revinir, ruler of the dragon land.
Charlie Wilde knew her life would change forever when her family moved from the city of Chicago to the suburbs of Arizona…and that was before she found the bracelet. After putting it on, she notices odd things start to happen. Suddenly Charlie seems to have the speed of a cheetah and the strength of an elephant --- and that's just the beginning. She would be thrilled about her transformation if she had any idea how to use the device or control her amazing powers.
In Artimé, Alex chooses his people over his brother and abandons his search for Aaron, closing the door on that relationship forever. The Artimeans need his focus now more than ever as they face the terrifying power of a new enemy who has taken control of Quill --- the notoriously evil Gondoleery Rattrapp.
Desperate to stop her, Alex embarks on a risky mission to enlist help from an unlikely ally, and along the way he's determined to rescue a lone sailor from monstrous beasts with mysterious origins --- a sailor who just might show Alex a different world. As he prepares for an epic war with all of Quill and Artime hanging in the balance, Alex must place his faith in a reckless plan...and hope that he and all of his friends make it through alive.
Back in Quill, Aaron's power base grows as he aligns himself with an unlikely ally. Together, the two enact a drastic, risky plan to finally conquer Artimé --- a plan that could ultimately leave everyone in both Artimé and Quill in far more danger than Aaron realizes.
As Alex grows more confident in his role as the mage of Artimé, he expands his skills and brings his first creature to life --- with results that are both painful and wonderful. A team from Artimé heads out to rescue Sky and Crow's mother from underwater Pirate Island and discovers there are more creatures than they ever imagined in the ocean surrounding the islands --- and not all of them are friendly.
The year is 1850, and the nation is divided over the issue of slavery. The Underground Railroad provides a light of hope, helping runaway slaves escape to freedom. But the SQ has taken control of the Underground Railroad from within. Now Dak and Sera are left wondering who to trust...while Riq risks everything to save the life of a young boy.
An uneasy truce between Quill and Artime has been formed, but not without a cost. Twins Alex and Aaron Stowe know this all too well. While Alex fights to find a way to share the creative gifts of Artime with everyone, Aaron will stop at nothing to regain power.


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G. Howard Krauss
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PORT CLYDE, MAINE - George Howard Krauss lll, 74, beloved husband of Margaret J. Krauss, died unexpectedly Friday, May 24, 2019 at Pen. Bay Medical Center, Rockport, Maine. Krauss was a resident of Port Clyde, Maine.
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Born in Orange, New Jersey, January 28, 1945, he was the son of George H. and Shirley L. Krauss of Indianapolis, IN.
During his career, he held executive positions at Boeing Company, Seattle Washington, Computer Sciences Corporation, Fairfax, Virginia, A.T. Kearney Inc. (an EDS company) in Chicago, Illinois, Battelle Memorial Institute, Richland, WA, and IBM Corporation. Howard appreciated the power of technology and systems design. Among his achievements was the creation and implementation of a shared communication system, increasing productivity and abilities to capture new business for 5,000 consultants in 60 countries. He held a B.S. in Electrical Engineering and a PhD in Engineering Systems from the Krannert School of Management at Purdue University along with an MBA in Finance from Indiana University.
Howard is survived by his loving wife Margaret J. Krauss of Port Clyde ME, his brother John L. Krauss (Marnie Maxwell) of Indianapolis, a stepdaughter Kate J. Gorman and her husband Gareth F. Gorman of Newton, MA. His step-grandchildren Sophia A. Gorman and Carter M. Gorman were very special to him. Last summer his sister-in-law and brother-in-law D. Ann and John T. Jennings of Dunedin, New Zealand visited for a month and Howard cherished these memories. He was a proud mentor to his medical scientist nephew, Michael J. Jennings, of Queenstown, New Zealand.
Howard was described by family and friends as a caring and special friend. He stayed in close contact with those he worked with after they left the job. He was a voice of friendship, support and guidance when needed. The love of his life was his wife, Margaret whom he cherished since they were married in 2003. They moved to Maine in 2009 and built their home by the ocean. They both loved their two Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, Shadow and Tinkerbelle. They traveled every year to the American Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Specialty meetings where they enjoyed making friends with breeders and all members of the society as well as learning more about this breed. Howard enjoyed home cooked meals, photography, music, and the view of the ocean from his desk.
A private burial took place at the Ridge Cemetery near Port Clyde on June 9, 2019. A celebration of Howard's life will take place at his home in July with family and friends.
In lieu of flowers memorial contributions can be made to Rejuvenate Bio, Carl Tennille, Treasurer, ACKCSC Charitable Health Trust – Darcy Fund, 14430 Overlook Ridge Lane, Beaverdam, VA 23015-17887. This is a 501c(3) charity research project for canine mitral valve disease (MVD). Over seven million dogs in the United States alone have (MVD). For breeds such as Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, more than 80% of dogs will be afflicted with MVD. Donations in Howard's memory may also be made to the charity of one's choice.
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Type 2 secretion promotes enterohemorrhagic Escherichia coli adherence and intestinal colonization.
Ho, TD, Davis, BM, Ritchie, JM and Waldor, MK (2008) Type 2 secretion promotes enterohemorrhagic Escherichia coli adherence and intestinal colonization. Infect Immun, 76 (5). pp. 1858-1865.
Enterohemorrhagic Escherichia coli (EHEC) is a noninvasive food-borne pathogen that colonizes the distal ileum and colon. Proteins encoded in the EHEC locus of enterocyte effacement (LEE) pathogenicity island are known to contribute to this pathogen's adherence to epithelial cells and intestinal colonization. The role of non-LEE-encoded proteins in these processes is not as clear. We found that the Z2053 gene (designated adfO here), a gene located in a cryptic EHEC prophage, exhibits similarity to adherence and/or colonization factor genes found in several other enteric pathogens. An EHEC adfO mutant exhibited marked reductions in adherence to HeLa cells and in the secretion of several proteins into the supernatant. YodA, one of these secreted proteins, was found to be a substrate of the EHEC pO157-encoded type 2 secretion system (T2SS). Both the T2SS and YodA proved to be essential for EHEC adherence to cultured HeLa cell monolayers. Using an infant rabbit model of infection, we found that the adfO mutation did not affect colonization but that the colonization of an etpC (T2SS) mutant was reduced approximately 5-fold. A strain deficient in YodA had a more severe colonization defect; however, this strain also exhibited a growth defect in vitro. Overall, our findings indicate that the pO157-encoded T2SS contributes to EHEC adherence and intestinal colonization and thus show that EHEC pathogenicity depends on type 2 secretion as well as type 3 secretion.


I got the same error! "Failed to init device".
Need to cancel the link after the upgrade?
it is for raspberry pi gpio control RESET MCU and BOOT0 to upgrade mode,so don't nned to cancel link,the easy way only connect 2 last pin to raspberry not short.raspberry control one pin to reset mcu,another pin to boot0 high or low to boot loader mode.
another upgrade method is to use st-link ,board have stlink 4 hold ,GND ,CLK,DIO,3V3 to connect stlink upgrade use STM32 ST-LINK Utility,open .bin file to upgrade.
Where do I find install_fw_rpi.sh?
I own a JumboSpot RTQ.
How do I know which firmware revision is currently running on the board?
What method is used to update mmdvm-pi repeater board?


Testosterone is one of the most important hormones in the male body, and low levels can cause serious and life-disrupting symptoms. In today's post, we'll provide you with four tips that will help you keep your testosterone levels healthy in the months and years to come. While these tips are certainly good advice for most men, some men will need to supplement their efforts with testosterone replacement therapy to feel their best. If you would like to learn more about hormone replacement therapy, then give us a call at 480-588-2430 or fill out the form at the bottom of this page to get started. We look forward to speaking with you soon.
Regular exercise is one of the best ways to feel better and prevent a number of negative diseases, and it's also a great way to keep your testosterone levels high. While getting exercise of any kind will boost your mood and help your body stay healthy, certain kinds of exercise are more likely to raise your testosterone levels than others. High-intensity interval training and lifting weights are two of the most effective ways to raise testosterone levels through exercise, but nearly any form of exercise will increase testosterone to some extent. Speak with your doctor or a member of our men's health center before beginning a new exercise regimen.
Our schedules are busier than ever before, and our bodies are suffering the consequences. High stress levels increase the body's production of cortisol, the fight-or-flight hormone, in response to stressful situations. While this hormone helped our ancestors protect themselves from the very real threats of the ancient world, the demands of contemporary society often lead to consistently elevated cortisol levels.
Cortisol suppresses testosterone production, lowers the body's metabolic rate, and can interrupt your sleep, so speak with a member of our men's health center about effective ways to reduce the stress in your life. Cutting out unnecessary stress is particularly important if you're currently or planning to begin testosterone replacement therapy.
A good night's sleep is one of the best gifts you can give your body. You'll feel alert, energetic, ready to take on the day, and your testosterone levels will be higher. While your body produces some testosterone throughout the day, the majority of testosterone production occurs during sleep. Aim to get at least seven hours of sleep each night for healthy testosterone levels.
Alcohol consumption, especially in high quantities, leads to significant decreases in testosterone production. The body prioritizes alcohol metabolization before almost anything else, so while your liver is processing alcohol, your body isn't producing testosterone. If you suspect that your testosterone levels are low, or if you are planning to begin testosterone replacement therapy, then try to moderate your drinking and cut back as much as possible.
Keep an eye on our blog page for future posts in which we'll continue to provide you with information about how to keep your testosterone levels high. If you would like to learn more about testosterone replacement therapy in Tempe, then get in touch with us to schedule an appointment today!


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A Masculine Ending
A Very Peculiar Particular Murder
A Very Particular Murder
Booking Through Thursday Response
The Lost Gallows
Book-Binge Reading
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The Elegance of the Hedgehog is all about beauty. A beautiful and elegant book; it is about the beauty of language (so well-written!), the beauty of now. And the questions: What makes a life beautiful? What gives life meaning? How do you find beauty in a senseless death--a death that comes when the person has just begun to discover the beautiful possibilities of her own life? I think Paloma sums it up on the very last page of the book:
"...maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never."
The beauty of Renee Michel's life is brought into focus when she becomes the answer to Paloma's plea: "I implore fate to give me the chance to see beyond myself and truly meet someone." When she "truly" meets Renee, Paloma has her first "always within never"--her first real moment of beauty in a life that she planned to end in suicide.
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Hi, Bev! I finished the book last night (in Kansas City), and the first website I visited when I got back to my computer in Mpls was this one. Wanted to tell you that I actually liked the ending--but I *loved* Renee Michel, so *her* ending was heartbreaking. (But still smart and knowingly funny, like her.) What about the ending bothered you? (Or did I mis-remember your email?)
I just hated to see Renee's life end when she was just getting comfortable with her new friends and just embarking on her relationship with Kakura Ozu. It wasn't that the ending was bad (plot-wise) I just didn't want Renee to be gone. It's a selfish thing, more than an artistic thing.
Yeah, I totally understand that. I felt that way, too.


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Q: Swift 4 - avfoundation screen and audio recording using AVAssetWriter on mac os - video frozen I'm using Aperture to record audio and video from screen. We need to lower the bitrate of video, so i'm trying to rewrite it and record video with AVAssetWriter. My implementation is based on CustomCamera project and is almost working. The problem is in video, after few seconds it is frozen, althought audio is working. Could you help me please? I dont know where the problem is, maybe it is problem with buffers or garbage collector collect some variable. thanks.
Here is the code:
//
//  ViewController.swift
//  CustomCamera
//
//  Created by Taras Chernyshenko on 6/27/17.
//  Copyright © 2017 Taras Chernyshenko. All rights reserved.
//
import AVFoundation
import Photos

class NewRecorder: NSObject,
  AVCaptureAudioDataOutputSampleBufferDelegate,
AVCaptureVideoDataOutputSampleBufferDelegate {

  private var session: AVCaptureSession = AVCaptureSession()
  private var deviceInput: AVCaptureScreenInput?
  private var previewLayer: AVCaptureVideoPreviewLayer?
  private var videoOutput: AVCaptureVideoDataOutput = AVCaptureVideoDataOutput()
  private var audioOutput: AVCaptureAudioDataOutput = AVCaptureAudioDataOutput()

  //private var videoDevice: AVCaptureDevice = AVCaptureScreenInput(displayID: 69731840) //AVCaptureDevice.default(for: AVMediaType.video)!
  private var audioConnection: AVCaptureConnection?
  private var videoConnection: AVCaptureConnection?

  private var assetWriter: AVAssetWriter?
  private var audioInput: AVAssetWriterInput?
  private var videoInput: AVAssetWriterInput?

  private var fileManager: FileManager = FileManager()
  private var recordingURL: URL?

  private var isCameraRecording: Bool = false
  private var isRecordingSessionStarted: Bool = false

  private var recordingQueue = DispatchQueue(label: "recording.queue")

  func setup() {
    self.session.sessionPreset = AVCaptureSession.Preset.high

    self.recordingURL = URL(fileURLWithPath: "\(NSTemporaryDirectory() as String)/file.mp4")
    if self.fileManager.isDeletableFile(atPath: self.recordingURL!.path) {
      _ = try? self.fileManager.removeItem(atPath: self.recordingURL!.path)
    }

    self.assetWriter = try? AVAssetWriter(outputURL: self.recordingURL!,
                                          fileType: AVFileType.mp4)
    self.assetWriter!.movieFragmentInterval = kCMTimeInvalid
    self.assetWriter!.shouldOptimizeForNetworkUse = true

    let audioSettings = [
      AVFormatIDKey : kAudioFormatMPEG4AAC,
      AVNumberOfChannelsKey : 2,
      AVSampleRateKey : 44100.0,
      AVEncoderBitRateKey: 192000
      ] as [String : Any]

    let videoSettings = [
      AVVideoCodecKey : AVVideoCodecType.h264,
      AVVideoWidthKey : 1920,
      AVVideoHeightKey : 1080
      /*AVVideoCompressionPropertiesKey: [
        AVVideoAverageBitRateKey:  NSNumber(value: 5000000)
      ]*/
      ] as [String : Any]

    self.videoInput = AVAssetWriterInput(mediaType: AVMediaType.video,
                                         outputSettings: videoSettings)
    self.audioInput = AVAssetWriterInput(mediaType: AVMediaType.audio,
                                         outputSettings: audioSettings)

    self.videoInput?.expectsMediaDataInRealTime = true
    self.audioInput?.expectsMediaDataInRealTime = true

    if self.assetWriter!.canAdd(self.videoInput!) {
      self.assetWriter?.add(self.videoInput!)
    }

    if self.assetWriter!.canAdd(self.audioInput!) {
      self.assetWriter?.add(self.audioInput!)
    }

    //self.deviceInput = try? AVCaptureDeviceInput(device: self.videoDevice)
    self.deviceInput = AVCaptureScreenInput(displayID: 724042646)
    self.deviceInput!.minFrameDuration = CMTimeMake(1, Int32(30))
    self.deviceInput!.capturesCursor = true
    self.deviceInput!.capturesMouseClicks = true

    if self.session.canAddInput(self.deviceInput!) {
      self.session.addInput(self.deviceInput!)
    }

    self.previewLayer = AVCaptureVideoPreviewLayer(session: self.session)

    //importent line of code what will did a trick
    //self.previewLayer?.videoGravity = AVLayerVideoGravity.resizeAspectFill

    //let rootLayer = self.view.layer
    //rootLayer.masksToBounds = true
    //self.previewLayer?.frame = CGRect(x: 0, y: 0, width: 1920, height: 1080)

    //rootLayer.insertSublayer(self.previewLayer!, at: 0)

    self.session.startRunning()

    DispatchQueue.main.async {
      self.session.beginConfiguration()

      if self.session.canAddOutput(self.videoOutput) {
        self.session.addOutput(self.videoOutput)
      }

      self.videoConnection = self.videoOutput.connection(with: AVMediaType.video)
      /*if self.videoConnection?.isVideoStabilizationSupported == true {
        self.videoConnection?.preferredVideoStabilizationMode = .auto
      }*/
      self.session.commitConfiguration()

      let audioDevice = AVCaptureDevice.default(for: AVMediaType.audio)
      let audioIn = try? AVCaptureDeviceInput(device: audioDevice!)

      if self.session.canAddInput(audioIn!) {
        self.session.addInput(audioIn!)
      }

      if self.session.canAddOutput(self.audioOutput) {
        self.session.addOutput(self.audioOutput)
      }

      self.audioConnection = self.audioOutput.connection(with: AVMediaType.audio)
    }
  }

  func startRecording() {
    if self.assetWriter?.startWriting() != true {
      print("error: \(self.assetWriter?.error.debugDescription ?? "")")
    }

    self.videoOutput.setSampleBufferDelegate(self, queue: self.recordingQueue)
    self.audioOutput.setSampleBufferDelegate(self, queue: self.recordingQueue)
  }

  func stopRecording() {
    self.videoOutput.setSampleBufferDelegate(nil, queue: nil)
    self.audioOutput.setSampleBufferDelegate(nil, queue: nil)

    self.assetWriter?.finishWriting {
      print("Saved in folder \(self.recordingURL!)")
      exit(0)
    }
  }
  func captureOutput(_ captureOutput: AVCaptureOutput, didOutput
    sampleBuffer: CMSampleBuffer, from connection: AVCaptureConnection) {

    if !self.isRecordingSessionStarted {
      let presentationTime = CMSampleBufferGetPresentationTimeStamp(sampleBuffer)
      self.assetWriter?.startSession(atSourceTime: presentationTime)
      self.isRecordingSessionStarted = true
    }

    let description = CMSampleBufferGetFormatDescription(sampleBuffer)!

    if CMFormatDescriptionGetMediaType(description) == kCMMediaType_Audio {
      if self.audioInput!.isReadyForMoreMediaData {
        //print("appendSampleBuffer audio");
        self.audioInput?.append(sampleBuffer)
      }
    } else {
      if self.videoInput!.isReadyForMoreMediaData {
        //print("appendSampleBuffer video");
        if !self.videoInput!.append(sampleBuffer) {
          print("Error writing video buffer");
        }
      }
    }
  }
}

A: So I fixed it by moving this code
if self.session.canAddInput(self.deviceInput!) {
  self.session.addInput(self.deviceInput!)
}

after the call self.session.beginConfiguration(), so
self.session.beginConfiguration()
  if self.session.canAddInput(self.deviceInput!) {
    self.session.addInput(self.deviceInput!)
  }

  if self.session.canAddOutput(self.videoOutput) {
    self.session.addOutput(self.videoOutput)
  }

  self.videoConnection = self.videoOutput.connection(with: AVMediaType.video)

  self.session.commitConfiguration()

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When writing firmware, one of the most common tasks that needs to be done is creating a system clock. This clock, often measuring milliseconds, is used for a great variety of things - switch debouncing, countdowns, blinking lights or any repeated tasks. In order to create a timer, you only need to know a few things about your project's oscillator speed, how to calculate the timer value and how to use interrupts.
In this tutorial, I will be using a PIC18F66K80 (datasheet) and the XC8 1.30 compiler. Most of the code samples in this lesson will only need slight modification to be adapted to any device in the PIC18 series. I will mention the datasheet frequently in this article, along with page numbers for reference. This is so you can compare the PIC18F66K80's datasheet to your devices to find the appropriate configuration settings for your project.
Before I delve into how timers work, I want to define a few things that are important concepts when it comes to timers.
The oscillator is a piece of hardware (sometimes internal, but I will use an external crystal for my examples) that generates a wave at a set frequency. I use an 8MHz crystal connected to pins RA6 and RA7. This 8mhz frequency is what controls the timing on my system, and is known as the system cycle.
The instruction cycle, on the PIC18F series, runs at 1/4 the speed of the oscillator. Each period of the instruction cycle will process one instruction within the code. On my setup, I have an instruction cycle running at 2mhz.
Phase-lock loop is an optional configuration that I will not be using in this example, but it can be used to speed up the instruction cycle by 4. Were I to use PLL, my 8MHz system cycle would produce an 8MHz instruction cycle.
When creating a timer, it is very important to know the speed of your oscillator, and whether it is an internal or external oscillator. The PIC18F66K80 family of microcontrollers contains 3 internal oscillators, 31KHz, 500KHz and 16MHz (datasheet page 53), but I typically use an 8MHz external crystal. Be sure to read your datasheet to understand what oscillator you are using, otherwise you may not get the configuration bits set properly and your microcontroller will not work at all. Since I am using an external crystal, I need to set my configuration bits accordingly.
This line is a compile time flag that will set the config bits when the microcontroller is flashed. Since it is a compile time flag, the oscillator cannot be changed at runtime through this method.
Now that the device is configured to have the correct oscillator, you can begin to set up a timer. The PIC18F66K80 has 5 timers (datasheet page 211), and you can use all 5 of them and have them set to different speeds. However, I will only focus on Timer 0 in this article. But I will note a few things about the other timers before moving on.
Timers 1-4 are used by the CCP/ECCP modules. If you plan to make use of these modules, be wary of using those timers elsewhere, as this can impact your CCP/ECCP timing. Timer0 has an 8-bit prescalar, while the remaining timers have a much smaller prescalar (more on the prescalar later and why it is useful). Timers 1 and 3 have a 16 bit counter, while 2 and 4 have an 8 bit counter. Timer 0 can be toggled between 8 and 16 bit. All of these things combine to make Timer 0 ideal as the main system timer, but the others can be used if you understand what you are doing.
So how does a timer work? Timer 0 (TMR0, datasheet page 213) is a 16 bit register that increments on every instruction cycle, and interrupts on overflow. What does that mean? As a 16 bit register, it has a range of 0-65535. On every instruction cycle (Fosc / 4 = 8MHz / 4, or 2 million times per second), the value in that register goes up by one. When the register is at 65535 and increments, it will roll over and go back to 0. When this happens, the timer 0 interrupt flag (TMR0IF) is raised. When an interrupt flag is raised, your interrupt code is triggered and you can handle the interrupt.
Let's do the math on this to see how often the interrupt will be raised. If the instruction cycle is 2MHz, that makes the instruction period 1/2000000 = 0.0000005 seconds. If the interrupt occurs every 65536 pulses, that means an interrupt will happen every 0.0000005 * 65536 = 0.032768 seconds, or 32.768 milliseconds. But we wanted to do our interrupt every 1 millisecond to create a 1 millisecond system clock, so this won't do. How do we speed up the interrupt without changing our oscillator?
That's easy - when the TMR0 register overflows, we don't have to leave it at 0. We can set it to whatever value we like, so long as it is between 0 and 65535, inclusive. This will shorten the duration of the timer by forcing the overflow to happen sooner. One catch with this is that manually adjusting the value of TMR0 will cause a delay of 2 instruction cycles before the system clock is re-synced to Timer 0. Adjust your TMR0 value accordingly.
Our timer will now interrupt every millisecond and increment the milliseconds value. We can then look at the milliseconds value to aid in debouncing, blink LEDs, or any other task that cares about timing.
The last part of this article is optional, but it does show one additional feature of the timer that can be very important - the prescalar. Imagine if we wanted to create a timer that increments every second. Based on our previous math, that would be once every 2,000,000 increments. But our timer is only 16-bit, so we can't set it to 65,536 - 2,000,000. So how do we do this? We use the prescalar value.
In the previous example, the TMR0 value incremented on every instruction cycle. That is a prescaling value of 1:1, or no prescaling whatsoever. What if we wanted TMR0 to increment on every other instruction cycle? Or every 16th or 128th? Those would be 1:2, 1:16, or 1:128 (datasheet page 211). Timer 0 contains an 8 bit prescalar register that can be configured with 1:1, 1:2, 1:4, 1:8, 1:16, 1:32, 1:64, 1:128 or 1:256 prescaling.
If we were to use 1:256 prescaling, that means that the TMR0 value increments every 256 instruction cycles, and at 0.0000005 seconds per instruction cycle, that means TMR0 increments every 0.0000005 * 256 = 0.000128 seconds. Now can we interrupt every second? Doing the math on that, it would require 1 / 0.000128= 7812.5 increments. That is well under the 65535 cap! But, it is not a whole number. You can't have half of an increment. So instead we will set the prescalar to 1:128, which doubles the number of increments to 15625.


It took 19 months for him to have an opinion strong enough to verbalize.
It all came about when I was eating stir-fry pork. Bosco thought it smelled good, and dropped some hints that he'd like to taste it. He put his head in my lap and stared up at me with huuuuuge eyes. Really subtle. Then I offered him a vegetable. He eagerly reached for it – then realized that wasn't what he wanted. He sniffed again, curled his lip, and shook his head.
Being a jerk, I laughed at him. And then he spoke up, and ran around in little circles.
Or something like that. Something so wonderful happened to him that he finally forgot himself and all his anxieties and was a big happy dog. A one inch piece of chicken did all that.
In the last few months, he's been seeking affection, asking to be petted, and to have his ears rubbed. He doesn't get as nervous when I cuddle the stuffing out of him, and seems slightly disappointed when it stops. But …. then there's the smooching. He's so cute, and so tall, and I love to plant a big kiss on the top of his head. He haaaaates the smooching because it comes with sound effects. Yesterday I smooched at him from across the room. He ran backwards and "berfed" at me, wagged his tail, then ran forward. Repeat repeat repeat. He wanted me to know that it would be more fun to run around the house than smooch.
I was eating trail mix yesterday, and Bosco wanted some. He was unconcerned that everything in trail mix is bad for dogs. He made his eyes 600 times their normal size, and looked from me to the container, and back again – After I'd put it away, he kept it up for another hour.
Let's just say this- I'm pretty thick sometimes. He wasn't telling me he wanted nuts and raisins. He. Had. To. Go. And I wasn't getting it. So he resorted to the classic way to get my attention. He put himself at eye level, reached out with a big ol' paw, and smacked me.
Let's talk about communication. Bosco and I are working on how to better understand each other.
It's been a challenge. Every dog I've known has been verbal about their desires. Especially my beagle, who would stand in front of me and yell when he perceived an insult to his dignity. But not Bosco. He doesn't make noise. Unless you count snores. And farts.
We have a common language on the essentials, thanks to school. And some words came very quickly. Never any confusion about what "supper" means. "Cheese" came pretty fast too.
Just before the weather got awful, we figured out what "go outside" and "go potty" means. This is such a relief. Before this clicked, Bosco could only poop on a leash. And an awful lot of my neighbors don't shovel their sidewalks, which left us walking an icy route, in the dark, in single digit temperatures. In other words, a disaster waiting to happen.
And I figured out how he tells me he has to go out. He realized that I'm pretty thick, and pacing and looking at me didn't get through. Now he just puts his big face about 1/4″ from mine and stares at me.
We had a very cute moment this weekend when I came home from the post office with a box full of stuff for him. It was big and smelled like the outside world, so he was curious. When I told him, before I opened it, that everything in it was Bosco's, he got excited and prancey. He took the stuffed toy out himself, and supervised the installation of a new blankie in his crate.
Every few days, I tell him a story – about how great he is, how strong and smart and brave. I tell him that most people cant do what he's done, that people aren't good at putting bad things behind them, starting again, trying again. I tell him that in his world now, everyone he knows loves him. In his world now, he is always safe, always loved.
I'm trying to teach him another word – forever.


The "getting to know you" theme that many teachers engage in at the start of the school year is a natural place to introduce the idea of "self-portrait". Sylvia, my co-teacher, and I created a display of a dozen self-portraits which show a range of artistic expression for our five year old students to peruse during the first few days of school. Frida Kahlo, Ansel Adams, Pablo Picasso, and Georgia O'keeffe were among those displayed.
After the children discussed their observations of the portraits and we recorded them on chart paper, we invited our students to create their own self-portraits. Once they were complete, we had them write a sentence starting with "I am…" and we posted their thoughts with their portraits. This period of self-reflection was wonderful.
Once this was finished, we thought it would be an excellent lesson to have the children study the faces on the professionally rendered portraits, and decide what the artists would say if they wrote "I am…." sentences. Each child really studied the portraits, looked into the eyes of the artists, and came up with some interesting responses.
I loved noting the time that each child spent, really studying and thinking about each portrait before writing his/her idea. Overall, it was a meaningful way to get to know each other better.
Hallie, the thing that makes this experience so worthwhile for the kids is that you pushed it one step beyond the usual self-portrait-study. Rather than stop at their own self-portraits, you revisited the others, and asked them to imagine themselves in another artist's shoes…this is how we teach empathy! I love this!


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Calixto García es un municipio del este de Cuba, en la provincia de Holguín. Cuenta con una población de 53.722 habitantes. Sus actividades se centran en la agricultura (frutales y viandas) y ganadería dedicada al vacuno. Buenaventura es la capital del Municipio Calixto García.

Geografía

El territorio presenta una topografía generalmente llana en la parte sur, en el norte se entremezclan pequeñas elevaciones importantes como la Bartola, Salsipuedes y la Plata, creando un hermoso paisaje. La explotación de sus suelos lo constituye la agricultura no cañera, fundamentalmente la ganadería y los cultivos varios, en menor cuantía existen zonas plantadas de cítricos y bosques forestales.

Hidrografía

El río de mayor caudal y longitud es el de Río La Rioja, el que se hizo tristemente célebre durante el ciclón Flora cuyas crecidas causaron la destrucción en la zona. De interés hidrográfico: el nacimiento del Río Chaparra en territorio del municipio y otros ríos y arroyos de menor importancia, algunos de ellos intermitentes.

Historia

Como una apasionante historia estrechamente vinculada a las orígenes de la nacionalidad cubana, en este territorio se desarrolló muy temprano el criollo que con el transcurso de los siglos daría lugar al experimento para la explotación de la tierra desarrollándose fundamentalmente la ganadería y pequeñas parcelas de cultivos utilizándose la propia fuerza primitiva hasta que posterior a la ocupación española se crea un sistema de producción utilizándose fuerzas esclavas.

Guerra del 68

Al estallar la Guerra de 1868 el movimiento insurreccional encontró en la zona apoyo inmediato. Luis Figueredo al frente de un grupo de hombres se alzan en armas en la zona del Mijial. Canadá aprovechando la ventajosa situación geográfica entre la jurisdicciones de Holguín, Bayamo y Las Tunas. Fuerzas al mando de Calixto García Iñiguez libran combates el 22 de septiembre de 1873 contra el Fuerte del Martillo, acompañaban al general Flor Crombet, Leyte-Vidal, Guillermo Moncada y Ricardo de Céspedes.El 14 de julio de 1877 en el lugar llamado por Itabo se reúnen los generales Máximo Gómez y Antonio Maceo para organizar la campaña de Holguín.

Guerra chiquita

El 24 de agosto de 1879, en San Lorenzo de la Rioja, un grupo de patriotas dirigidos por el general Belisario Grave de Peralta se levantan en armas dando inicio a la Guerra Chiquita.
Guerra de independencia

El 24 de febrero de 1895, se escucha una vez más el clarín que llama a la guerra por la libertad de Cuba. El catalán José Miró Argenter, junto a Diego Carballo Hidalgo y Pablo García, reúne las primeras tropas, protagonizando el Alzamiento de Mala Noche.

Sitio de convergencia de las Fuerzas Mambisas y en esta prefectura se recibe a la Columna Invasora de Antonio Maceo, aquí lo esperan las fuerzas holguineras que con 350 jinetes y al frente el general Luis de Ferias organiza definitivamente el estado mayor, al frente del mismo, quedó nombrado José Miró Argenter. El 1 de julio de 1896, Calixto García sostiene y gana el combate de Los Moscones. La guerra termina, mas no se alcanza la plena libertad.

Seudo república y lucha clandestina

En 1956, se constituye en Mir la primera célula del Movimiento 26 de Julio, integrada por revolucionarios que se destacaron en las acciones de propagandas, sabotajes en apoyo al movimiento guerrillero; uno de sus miembros, Carlos Borja Garcés, integró el comando que ejecutó en Holguín al sicario de la tiranía Fermín Cawler Gallegos.

Guerra de liberación nacional

El pelotón uno de la Columna#_14 opera entre Buenaventura y Holguín y al mando del combatiente Oscar Orozco Viltres, y como segundo Arsenio García Dávila, expedicionario del Granma. Posteriormente participan en el combate de la entrada contra las tropas de Sosa Blanco junto al pelotón número 3 de dicha columna, infligiéndole al enemigo numerosas bajas.

El 31 de marzo de 1958, fuerzas revolucionarias de la zona dirigidas por Orlando Lara, toman el cuartel de Mir, primer poblado tomados del llano del Oriente.

El 16 de diciembre se toma la Microonda de la Loma de las Mantecas. El 31 del propio mes, cae en manos de las tropas rebeldes el cuartel de Buenaventura.

El pueblo siempre revolucionario y combativo, ha participado de manera activa en todas las tareas de la Revolución como fieles seguidores de Fidel y del socialismo para mantener las conquistas que nos une a todos.

Antes del triunfo de la Revolución Cubana, el territorio que ocupa el hoy Calixto García, sobre el 50 por ciento del mismo formaba parte del término municipal Yareyal fundamentalmente la porción sur entre tanto una parte del norte pertenecía al término Puerto Padre-Chaparra; más al este de Holguín.

Al triunfo de la Revolución, se constituye el municipio con poco más de 25 mil habitantes con el nombre de Mir-Buenaventura, los primeros organismos políticos y de masas, su sedes radican en el poblado de Mir y dentro de la estructura en 1963 para el trabajo político, se crean cuatro distritos. A finales del 64 y principio del 65 se constituye una dirección gubernamental con el nombre de poder local, su dirección elige como sede Buenaventura, también otros que van surgiendo se incorporan a este poblado como sede entre ellos el Partido y la ANAP. La Unión de Jóvenes Comunista, Unión de Pioneros de Cuba, así como otros organismos de la economía y en 1966 se trasladan los organismos CDR y FMC.

En este propio año es reconocido el municipio con los nombres invertidos: Buenaventura-Mir. En 1976, la nueva DPA el 10 de octubre de 1976 que coincidentemente se constituyen los OACE y con ello el gobierno reconocido como Poder Popular, luego de la experiencia tomada por la provincia de Matanzas y por acuerdo del Buró Político.

Como resultado de la DPA. En 1976 y con la creación de los OACE. Con la anexión de la parte de San Andrés, el municipio toma en nombre de Calixto García, con una extensión territorial de 616.97 km² y una población de algo más de 53 mil habitantes.

En la etapa pos guerra, el municipio desarrolla todas actividades revolucionaria, con una amplia participación del pueblo, se destacan entre otras la organizaciones políticas y de masas con el partido a la vanguardia como destacamento de avanzada en la actualidad se trabaja en más de 21 de las Batallas de Ideas las que fueron analizadas por el Buró Provincial y el Consejo de la Administración Provincial. El 12 de enero de 2001, el municipio fue elegido para la Tribuna Abierta con una completa participación masiva de los vecinos del municipio, luego de haber participadosen las efectuadas en la Ciudad de Holguín y la de Manzanillo de la provincia de Granma.

Referencias

Municipios de la provincia de Holguín
Localidades de la provincia de Holguín

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jobs because of my activities.
sabotage. I called it justice.
mistakeningly believed the union would protect my job.
my career seemed to be taking when I decided I wanted to go to college.
they'd settled into places like WPC.
those tools at WPC college, despite its limitations.
speech and independent thought became discouraged.
death, ending an era in which I had been a fanatic Yankee follower.
giving students something of their own among the hill top buildings.
people claimed that WPC stood for We Party Constantly."
police on their way home.
whose dedication to alcohol far exceeded their dedication to study.
would get lucky that night, or march home with his face and balls blue.
let along the collapse of the Soviet Union.
there, basing their assumptions on what she told them.
dictates of the 1960s, "study anything you want and still get a degree."
going back to a more fundamental educational principal.
colleges plotted to unseat Rutgers as the state's official University.
year ahead of time, it remains a single-standing campus.
with degrees much more credible than their education justified.
for tenure those professor who exhibited an extremely conservative bias.
condemning even more of Hobart s wondrous acres of trees into asphalt.
up its expanded middle class attendance as well.
added more class rooms, and, of course, increased the tuition.
Coach House to make room for a computer lab.
of a whole new philosophy ably dubbed as "Me First."


Team Iran have achieved a remarkable straight-sets win against Puerto Rico in Pool D of the 2018 FIVB Men's World Championship.
And what's your favourite way to win a match point?! A dream start of the #FIVBmensWCH for @IRIVF!
The 2018 Asian Games' winners, dominated the match from the beginning and showed class from the 1st point, to finish the 1st set 25-19. It was another explosive start for the Asian powerhouse in the 2nd set, as they easily won 25-14, despite mostly playing with their back-ups, after the 2nd technical break. Team Iran kept the momentum in the 3rd and took it 25-18. Iran will have a mouthwatering clash with co-hosts Bulgaria on Thursday.
#4 Saeid Marouf of Iran @IRIVF reflects on the victory against Puerto Rico in their first match at #FIVBmensWCH.
Meanwhile, Brazil opened their campaign with a 3-nil victory over Egypt in a Pool-B-match in Bulgaria.
Brazil were given a surprisingly tough test by Egypt but managed to seal a winning start, beating their opponents 25-17, 25-22, and 25-20. Brazil have won 3 consecutive FIVB titles between 2002 and 2010, and finished as runners-up after losing to Poland in the final in 2014. The 2016 Olympic champions next face France, while Egypt will seek a 1st win of the tournament against Canada, with China and The Netherlands completing the group.
In another Pool B match, France defeated China in straight sets. Les Blues managed to finish the 1st set 25-20. The 2015 European Champions, played really well, attacking during the 2nd, and didn't have much problem taking the set 25-21. In the 3rd, France played like a real volleyball machine as they won the set 25-17. France will meet Brazil in the next match-up at the preliminary stage.
Elsewhere, Canada have overcome the Netherlands in straight-sets in the Pool B opener. Canada started the 1st set strong, taking it 25-15. The Dutchmen fought back in the 2nd, but Stephane Atiga's team used a serve mistake by the Netherlands and won it 25-23. Canada piled-up the pressure and won the 3rd 25-18. They will meet Egypt in their 2nd group match on Thursday.
And in Pool C, the US have come from 2-1 down to seal a victory against Serbia in Bari, Italy. Serbia shocked team USA in the opening set with a 25-15 win and then took a 2-1 lead by taking the 3rd set. The Americans however, rallied to gain a hard-fought victory in their opening match.


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New soybean extraction plant planned for Minnesota
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RED WING, MINNESOTA, U.S. — Epitome Energy has announced plans to build a 21-million-bushel soybean extraction plant in Crookston, Minnesota, U.S. The new plant will crush soybeans, separate them into meal to be used as animal feed and oil, and then moved on to a 30-million-gallon biodiesel facility and specialty soybean mechanical extraction plant on site.
Construction on the plant is expected to begin in 2021. Once operational, the facility is expected to generate $322.8 million in new economic activity, according to the University of Minnesota Extension office.
"Northwest Minnesota has long been under-served in the area of value-added processing for the soybean growers," said Dennis Egan, owner of Epitome Energy. "Over 1.8 million acres of soybeans are planted in the 10 counties surrounding Crookston, making this a strategic location for a project of this size."
Based in Red Wing, Epitome Energy is a developer of value-added agriculture processing facilities.
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Interview with the director Vincent Tilanus
By William Le Personnic
After Gold Leaf, Vincent Tilanus addresses once again youth's difficulties to find independence through characters mired in contemporary drama. Marlon Brando ploughs his own fruitful furrow, but on a lighter note this time: "Despite the more dramatic and cartoonish elements, I always wanted to tell a story that would ring true. Going back to my personal experiences that inspired me to write, I would often recall the countless miniature moments that made a friendship and one's journey to independence." Marlon Brandois a pop, emotional journey; and therefore, the Dutch filmmaker expounds on the title's multifarious meaning: "I always thought it was exciting how both the lesbian and gay communities found a collective adoration in him. I wanted to use it as an inside joke (…) as it connects the characters throughout the film."
What is special about the film is also the way it tells the story, in a shattered, wandering yet collected fashion : "I thought it was important to tell this story through all these tiny fragments. It was a fantastic challenge for me and the entire cast and crew to try to tell the story through this more suggestive form while keeping the viewer connected to the emotional journey." Vincent Tilanus lists various references, from "the playfulness of François Truffaut's Jules and Jim", "the tender, chaotic Fucking Åmål by Lukas Moodyson, an excellent example of a film that uses its visual style to depict a very specific youthful mood without losing its sense of realism."
Vincent Tilanus
At La Semaine de La Critique
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Use elevators or Mechanic stairs, increasingly present in many urban spaces, is part of many of the daily routine. But, Do we know how to use them correctly?
The reliability that we all grant to these media should not make us forget a series of basic tips to continue enjoying them with total security, especially when we go with children.
On escalators, for example, OTIS Zardoya advises that the little ones do not travel alone, but that they are accompanied by the hand of an adult. In any case, it is always advisable for any passenger to go up or down holding on the handrail. Carts or strollers must not access the escalators. If we go with them, we must go to the elevator. With children, we must be especially vigilant if any object falls. In that case, it is better not to collect them on our own, but to notify the maintenance manager.
In the escalators we will have to watch another series of basic norms, like taking special precaution if we wear long garments or avoid overtaking the foot to the area where the steps are folded. It is also advisable not to use them with rubber footwear, like flip flops, water shoes or clogs of this material.
If we go with pets, we must pick them up before going up or down.
In the elevators, children should not go alone, but with an adult. With strollers of children it is necessary to watch that the wheels of these do not remain stuck in the hollow between the floor and the cabin, although all we must take into account the possibility that it is generated one step between both when entering or leaving.
When entering the cabin or when leaving, you have to make sure that no object or article of clothing prevents the closing of the doors. Inside the elevator we must know that you never have to hit the doors or the walls. Do not jump or make sudden movements.
And if we get stuck in the cabin, you never have to choose to try to get out on our own. In that case, we must press the emergency button for four seconds to connect with the assistance center and then wait for the arrival of a technician.
Of course, you have to Always respect the load limit. And, if we travel with pets, we will have to keep her always by our side, preventing her from entering the elevator alone.
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When you're just starting out as an entrepreneur and a one-person show, all you want are simple strategies, that if done well and consistently enough, will deliver the amazing results you dream of.
But with so much advice out there pressuring entrepreneurs to be on EVERY social media platform from the get go, it's no wonder so many end up confused, overwhelmed and stuck, rather than making the progress they set out to achieve.
Focusing 100% of your time and effort into one social media platform means you are SO much more likely to make a breakthrough, rather than spreading yourself so thin that you just end up a stressed out mess!
But how do you go about choosing the right social media platform for your business? Which platform will let you share content with your audience in the most engaging way? Which platform is best for turning viewers into subscribers, loyal fans and paying customers??!
Predicting the results you will achieve on any platform is impossible, but what you can do, is make an informed decision of where your focus should be.
So in this video I share with you 3 essential tips for choosing the best social media platform for your business.
In order to pick the right platform it is absolutely essential that you know your audience inside out. Start with the basics: age, gender, occupation and the desires, challenges and frustrations that your audience might have that your business will help them to solve. Then think where they might go to get them solved – what social media platform would YOU choose to solve those problems? Use common sense and keep in mind the purpose of your business and the kind of content you will be sharing. The more you dig into who your audience is, the more you will understand their online habits and how they are likely to interact with your business online.
Make sure you like the platform!
To achieve a breakthrough on any platform, you will have to spend a huge amount of time using that platform every single day. You will need to put so much effort into making the platform work for your business that you have to make sure you actually enjoy using it! You have to want to figure it out and learn everything about it. So ask yourself whether your choice feels right and whether you're ready to spend hours making that platform work for you. If the answer is no, then pick something else that might be a better fit for you.
Without a crystal ball, there's no way to guarantee what the results of your choice will be. When I started FEA, I picked Facebook because I felt like that was a platform where I could find female entrepreneurs, connect with them and help them. I had no assurance it was going to work. But chances are that if any of your competitors or similar businesses have succeeded on that platform, you can rest assured that you are 100% able to do it too! It's a question of whether you're ready to put in the time and effort to make that platform work for you.
You need to be doing something every single day to learn about the platform and how to make it work. You also need to post good quality content consistently. If you learn, experiment and test every day, you will inevitably grow your presence and achieve a breakthrough. The first few months might be painful and disheartening and it's likely to move at a snail's pace, just remember everyone starts off in the same place and it takes time, for some longer than others. Keep in mind with absolute certainty that you can make that platform work for you and that you will eventually manage to drive so much traffic, engagement and excitement about your business through that platform.


Description: Solid auditing, easy to manage.
Solid auditing, easy to manage.
Documentation could have used more visuals, web support weak.
Nice product, but needs a bit better documentation and support.
The NetIQ Privileged Account Manager offers a four-tiered approach to managing privileged access. This product allows for privilege elevation in order to complete a task, management of shared credentials through the use of policy and approval workflows, manage privileged remote sessions with a system and, finally, manage application-to-application passwords and credentials. This comprehensive approach allows for ultimate management and securing of privileged accounts and their associated passwords.
This tool comes as a software-based install that can be set up on a Windows server within the environment. The installation is quite straightforward and also includes a MySQL database backend, which is suitable for most deployments. At the conclusion of the install, all other management is done via a web-based management interface. We found this interface to be easy to use with an intuitive navigation structure and clean layout. From a configuration perspective, this product can pull systems in from Active Directory or systems can be added manually. Once systems are configured within the interface, access to systems and accounts can be done using Active Directory users or groups, as well providing easy integration with the already existing infrastructure. On the user side, users access Privileged Account Manager via a web-based user interface. This interface has an intuitive tab-top design and allows for easy navigation to access systems using RDP or SSH with one click and without exposing credentials to users.
This product includes excellent auditing and reporting features. All sessions are fully logged and can be reported on directly within the management console. Event logs are broken down and color-coded to provide more clarity on event types and to make finding unauthorized behavior easy. Security administrators can also access full session recordings that include bookmarked keylogging so that it is quick and easy to get directly to the point when a change is made. Further, administrators can shadow a session without users knowing they are there and terminate the session in the case of unauthorized activity.
Documentation includes an installation guide and an administrator guide both in PDF format. These are well-organized and include many clear, step-by-step instructions. However, there was a lack of diagrams, screen shots and other visuals to enhance and clarify configuration procedures. This can cause a bit of confusion during installation or configuration resulting in later troubleshooting.
NetIQ includes the first year of basic support as part of the purchase price of the product. Basic support includes 8/5 phone- and email-based technical support as well as access to a small assistance area on the website which includes product documentation and a knowledge base. After the first year, support can be renewed as part of an annual agreement, which starts at $31 per managed endpoint. Premium 24/7 technical support is also offered at a higher cost.
At a price of $150 per managed endpoint, we find this product a reasonable value for the money. The NetIQ Privileged Account Manager provides a good amount of easy to use functionality with some solid reporting and auditing features.


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