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namespace base {
namespace android {

namespace {

#if !defined(NDEBUG) || defined(COMPONENT_BUILD) || defined(OFFICIAL_BUILD)
// Always disabled for debug builds to avoid hitting a limit of signal
// interrupts that can get delivered into a single HANDLE_EINTR. Also
// debugging experience would be bad if there are a lot of signals flying
// around.
// Always disabled for component builds because in this case the code is not
// organized in one contiguous region which is required for the reached code
// profiler.
// Disabled for official builds because `g_text_bitfield` isn't included in
// official builds.
constexpr const bool kConfigurationSupported = false;
#else
constexpr const bool kConfigurationSupported = true;
#endif

constexpr const char kDumpToFileFlag[] = "reached-code-profiler-dump-to-file";

constexpr uint64_t kIterationsBeforeSkipping = 50;
constexpr uint64_t kIterationsBetweenUpdates = 100;
constexpr int kProfilerSignal = SIGWINCH;

constexpr base::TimeDelta kSamplingInterval = base::Milliseconds(10);
constexpr base::TimeDelta kDumpInterval = base::Seconds(30);

void HandleSignal(int signal, siginfo_t* info, void* context) {
  if (signal != kProfilerSignal)
    return;

  ucontext_t* ucontext = reinterpret_cast<ucontext_t*>(context);
#if defined(ARCH_CPU_ARM64)
  uintptr_t address = ucontext->uc_mcontext.pc;
#else
  uintptr_t address = ucontext->uc_mcontext.arm_pc;
#endif
  ReachedAddressesBitset::GetTextBitset()->RecordAddress(address);
}

struct ScopedTimerCloseTraits {
  static absl::optional<timer_t> InvalidValue() { return absl::nullopt; }

  static void Free(absl::optional<timer_t> x) { timer_delete(*x); }
};

// RAII object holding an interval timer.
using ScopedTimer =
    base::ScopedGeneric<absl::optional<timer_t>, ScopedTimerCloseTraits>;

void DumpToFile(const base::FilePath& path,
                scoped_refptr<base::SingleThreadTaskRunner> task_runner) {
  DCHECK(task_runner->BelongsToCurrentThread());

  auto dir_path = path.DirName();
  if (!base::DirectoryExists(dir_path) && !base::CreateDirectory(dir_path)) {
    PLOG(ERROR) << "Could not create " << dir_path;
    return;
  }

  std::vector<uint32_t> reached_offsets =
      ReachedAddressesBitset::GetTextBitset()->GetReachedOffsets();
  base::StringPiece contents(
      reinterpret_cast<const char*>(reached_offsets.data()),
      reached_offsets.size());
  if (!base::ImportantFileWriter::WriteFileAtomically(path, contents,
                                                      "ReachedDump")) {
    LOG(ERROR) << "Could not write reached dump into " << path;
  }

  task_runner->PostDelayedTask(
      FROM_HERE, base::BindOnce(&DumpToFile, path, task_runner), kDumpInterval);
}

class ReachedCodeProfiler {
 public:
  static ReachedCodeProfiler* GetInstance() {
    static base::NoDestructor<ReachedCodeProfiler> instance;
    return instance.get();
  }

  ReachedCodeProfiler(const ReachedCodeProfiler&) = delete;
  ReachedCodeProfiler& operator=(const ReachedCodeProfiler&) = delete;

  // Starts to periodically send |kProfilerSignal| to all threads.
  void Start(LibraryProcessType library_process_type,
             base::TimeDelta sampling_interval) {
    if (is_enabled_)
      return;

    // Set |kProfilerSignal| signal handler.
    // TODO(crbug.com/916263): consider restoring |old_handler| after the
    // profiler gets stopped.
    struct sigaction old_handler;
    struct sigaction sa;
    sigemptyset(&sa.sa_mask);
    sa.sa_sigaction = &HandleSignal;
    sa.sa_flags = SA_RESTART | SA_SIGINFO;
    int ret = sigaction(kProfilerSignal, &sa, &old_handler);
    if (ret) {
      PLOG(ERROR) << "Error setting signal handler. The reached code profiler "
                     "is disabled";
      return;
    }

    // Create a new interval timer.
    struct sigevent sevp;
    memset(&sevp, 0, sizeof(sevp));
    sevp.sigev_notify = SIGEV_THREAD;
    sevp.sigev_notify_function = &OnTimerNotify;
    timer_t timerid;
    ret = timer_create(CLOCK_PROCESS_CPUTIME_ID, &sevp, &timerid);
    if (ret) {
      PLOG(ERROR)
          << "timer_create() failed. The reached code profiler is disabled";
      return;
    }

    timer_.reset(timerid);

    // Start the interval timer.
    struct itimerspec its;
    memset(&its, 0, sizeof(its));
    its.it_interval.tv_nsec = sampling_interval.InNanoseconds();
    its.it_value = its.it_interval;
    ret = timer_settime(timerid, 0, &its, nullptr);
    if (ret) {
      PLOG(ERROR)
          << "timer_settime() failed. The reached code profiler is disabled";
      return;
    }

    if (library_process_type == PROCESS_BROWSER)
      StartDumpingReachedCode();

    is_enabled_ = true;
  }

  // Stops profiling.
  void Stop() {
    timer_.reset();
    dumping_thread_.reset();
    is_enabled_ = false;
  }

  // Returns whether the profiler is currently enabled.
  bool IsEnabled() { return is_enabled_; }

 private:
  ReachedCodeProfiler()
      : current_pid_(getpid()), iteration_number_(0), is_enabled_(false) {}

  static void OnTimerNotify(sigval_t ignored) {
    ReachedCodeProfiler::GetInstance()->SendSignalToAllThreads();
  }

  void SendSignalToAllThreads() {
    // This code should be thread-safe.
    base::AutoLock scoped_lock(lock_);
    ++iteration_number_;

    if (iteration_number_ <= kIterationsBeforeSkipping ||
        iteration_number_ % kIterationsBetweenUpdates == 0) {
      tids_.clear();
      if (!base::GetThreadsForProcess(current_pid_, &tids_)) {
        LOG(WARNING) << "Failed to get a list of threads for process "
                     << current_pid_;
        return;
      }
    }

    pid_t current_tid = gettid();
    for (pid_t tid : tids_) {
      if (tid != current_tid)
        tgkill(current_pid_, tid, kProfilerSignal);
    }
  }

  void StartDumpingReachedCode() {
    const base::CommandLine* cmdline = base::CommandLine::ForCurrentProcess();
    if (!cmdline->HasSwitch(kDumpToFileFlag))
      return;

    base::FilePath dir_path(cmdline->GetSwitchValueASCII(kDumpToFileFlag));
    if (dir_path.empty()) {
      if (!base::PathService::Get(base::DIR_CACHE, &dir_path)) {
        LOG(WARNING) << "Failed to get cache dir path.";
        return;
      }
    }

    auto file_path =
        dir_path.Append(base::StringPrintf("reached-code-%d.txt", getpid()));

    dumping_thread_ =
        std::make_unique<base::Thread>("ReachedCodeProfilerDumpingThread");
    base::Thread::Options options;
    options.priority = base::ThreadPriority::BACKGROUND;
    dumping_thread_->StartWithOptions(std::move(options));
    dumping_thread_->task_runner()->PostDelayedTask(
        FROM_HERE,
        base::BindOnce(&DumpToFile, file_path, dumping_thread_->task_runner()),
        kDumpInterval);
  }

  base::Lock lock_;
  std::vector<pid_t> tids_;
  const pid_t current_pid_;
  uint64_t iteration_number_;
  ScopedTimer timer_;
  std::unique_ptr<base::Thread> dumping_thread_;

  bool is_enabled_;

  friend class NoDestructor<ReachedCodeProfiler>;
};

bool ShouldEnableReachedCodeProfiler() {
  if (!kConfigurationSupported)
    return false;

  const base::CommandLine* cmdline = base::CommandLine::ForCurrentProcess();
  return cmdline->HasSwitch(switches::kEnableReachedCodeProfiler);
}

}  // namespace

void InitReachedCodeProfilerAtStartup(LibraryProcessType library_process_type) {
  // The profiler shouldn't be run as part of webview.
  CHECK(library_process_type == PROCESS_BROWSER ||
        library_process_type == PROCESS_CHILD);

  if (!ShouldEnableReachedCodeProfiler())
    return;

  int interval_us = 0;
  base::TimeDelta sampling_interval = kSamplingInterval;
  if (base::StringToInt(
          base::CommandLine::ForCurrentProcess()->GetSwitchValueNative(
              switches::kReachedCodeSamplingIntervalUs),
          &interval_us) &&
      interval_us > 0) {
    sampling_interval = base::Microseconds(interval_us);
  }
  ReachedCodeProfiler::GetInstance()->Start(library_process_type,
                                            sampling_interval);
}

bool IsReachedCodeProfilerEnabled() {
  return ReachedCodeProfiler::GetInstance()->IsEnabled();
}

bool IsReachedCodeProfilerSupported() {
  return kConfigurationSupported;
}

}  // namespace android
}  // namespace base


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Crimes that are charged in federal court involve criminal activity that has crossed state borders, international borders or have occurred on or against federal property. Federal law is the same in all states but often times vastly different than any particular state's criminal laws. If you are charged, being investigated or subpoenaed as a person to appear or provide documents do not settle for any criminal lawyer. You need lawyers who practice in federal court.
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A Joplin police officer and his wife were killed when a car hit their Harley Davidson motorcycle on Friday.
Joplin, MO – Joplin Police Officer David Brewer and his wife Stacey Brewer were both killed in a motorcycle crash in Cherokee County, Kansas on Friday.
Cherokee County Sheriff David Groves said that 42-year-old Officer Brewer and his 41-year-old wife were going westbound on Highway 160 at N.W. 100th Road at about 10 a.m. on July 20 when a car pulled out onto the highway in front of them, leading to the crash, Four States Homepage reported.
Sheriff Groves said that both Officer Brewer and his wife were wearing helmets as they rode their Harley Davidson motorcycle, but both died from injuries sustained during the wreck, the Joplin Globe reported.
Cheyenne Hartman, 20, the driver of the car that struck the Brewer's motorcycle, was not injured in the wreck, according to the Joplin Globe.
Officer Brewer served on the Joplin police force for 11 years, and was currently assigned to the traffic division.
The Joplin Police Department posted a series of pictures of Officer Brewer and Stacey Brewer, along with their sad announcement on the department's official Facebook page.
"Today we are mourning the loss of one of our own. Officer David Brewer and his wife Stacey were both killed in a motorcycle crash in Cherokee County, Kansas today. Officer Brewer was off duty at the time. Officer Brewer has been with our department for 11 years and was a traffic officer who often operated a department motorcycle. Officer Brewer had many other responsibilities (sic) and accomplishments, but today we mourn the loss of a great man and his wife. Our thoughts and prayers are with the families affected and our own officers and employees as we grieve this unexpected tragedy," the post read.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the family of Joplin Police Officer David Brewer, both blood and blue. Thank you for your service.
🙏🏻So very sorry to hear this.
Thoughts and prayers for the family. R.I.P.


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Our National Weed is the Widdy Widdy (Corchorus siliquosus L) which belongs to the Tiliaceae family.The bush was used by sugar workers to supplement their food supply when they went on strike for better wages and conditions in 1951.
THE BARDIC CHAIR : Y GADAIR FARDDOL. The Bardic Chair is profusely illustrated in colour and arranged chronologically with examples from all parts of Wales, and includes photographs of both craftsmen and poets. The bilingual text illuminates the historical context in which these extraordinary cultural artefacts were made and awarded.


All the more reason, we respond silently, that this movie addressing such an imposing set of problems couldn't have been more eloquent, more impactful, more coherent, and therefore more memorable.
Man Down is a scattered psychological military thriller, presumably set in a post-apocalyptic America, that examines the phenomenon of modern-day, combat-connected Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and the way we treat our returning military.
Shia LeBeouf plays Gabriel Drummer, a battle-scarred U.S. Marine who, along with his best childhood buddy and fellow Marine, Devin (Jai Courtney), has come home from a tour of duty in Afghanistan, found that something catastrophic has occurred on home soil, and is now desperately searching for his wife, Natalie (Kate Mara), and his son (Charlie Shotwell), whom Gabriel suspects has been kidnapped.
He really doesn't know what's going on and, frankly, neither do we, although we're pretty sure that when Gabriel left for Afghanistan, he left Devin to look after his loved ones.
We further suspect that an attraction developed between Natalie and Devin and perhaps…well, who knows.
We do infer that something tragic occurred during a routine excursion in Afghanistan that landed Gabriel on the couch of one Counselor Peyton, a psychiatrist played by Gary Oldman, who conducts extensive therapy sessions with Gabriel in the hopes of drawing out of the shell-shocked Marine just what happened that left the little Drummer boy in his deranged condition.
Director Dito Montiel (A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints, Fighting, Empire State, Boulevard), working from a script he co-wrote with Adam G. Simon, cuts back and forth between the wartime experience and present-day America in a way that keeps us confused for nearly the length of the film and in a way that indicates that he doesn't really trust the story he's telling.
LeBeouf and Courtney are sufficiently credible enough as Marines, but the overall lack of both character and story development is such that the third-act reveal not only annoys and disappoints but further confuses.
Eventually we realize that our confusion is not temporary, and that the shifting realities of this narrative, the pieces of this intended or accidental puzzle, will never really fit.
Which is when and why we stop caring – long before we are reminded of why we should.
Let's face it: if the plot made more sense, if the shifting realities ever truly coalesced, we wouldn't need the reminder.
Consequently, the feeling we are left with by the time the film has tucked all the narrative strands back in place after arbitrarily removing them is that what amounts to a national crisis has, for now, been turned over to a movie that is itself in well over its head.
So we'll enlist 2 stars out of 4 for the fractured and muddled Man Down. Let's hope this frustrating drama is far from the best movie we'll ever get addressing the pressing issues and serious problems unique to veterans.


Colourful adventures of a group of birds who teach social responsibility. Muffin wants to learn to fly, but it is difficult. Mr Beakman tells her to keep trying.
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I'll teach you to fly.
Muffin fall down, go boom.
Don't worry, sis. We'll get you flying.
There must be someone on 3rd & Bird who can help us.
Take a look. No wings.
Listen, Rudy. We've got a problem.
-# Do you think that you can help her?
You want to put Muffin on the kite?
I think my sister's too heavy to fly on top of your kite.
Maybe we should ask someone else on 3rd & Bird what to do.
Missy? But she always calls us, "little birds!"
I know, but she is a great flyer.
-# Do you think that you can help?
You want Muffin to fly on a trapeze?
Let go, cos that's how they did it at the circus.
Muffin's scared to let go.
I don't think she wants to fly on your trapeze, Missy.
On your way, little birds.
I'm sure there's someone on 3rd & Bird who'll be able to help us.
Look! It's our teacher, Mr Beakman.
He'll know what to do. He's got the best brain on 3rd & Bird.
Oh, hello there, little Muffin.
Oh, yes. Ha ha ha.
You are getting VERY big.
What can I do for you birds today?
She really wants to fly.
# Muffin no fly, Muffin just fall down and go boom!
# Muffin no fly Muffin just fall down and go boom!
Oh, Muffin. Those were very good tries.
But I'm afraid you're too young to fly.
Your wings just aren't big enough.
Oh, no need to cry, Muffin.
Maybe you can't fly with your wings, but there are other ways to fly.
So you really think there's a way to get Muffin to fly?
Hmmm, I think I need to give this a think.
Muffin couldn't fly on Rudy's kite.
And she was afraid to let go of Missy's trapeze.
I've got it! A kite-apeze!
Part kite and part trapeze.
Don't worry, Muffin, we're right here.
Colourful adventures of a group of birds who teach children about social responsibility. Muffin wants to learn to fly, but it is difficult. Mr Beakman tells her to keep trying, and Samuel invents a kite-apeze - part kite, part trapeze and perfect for Muffin to fly on.


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First Look: New sports centre to meet the demands of the sporting community in Xàbia
17th March 2022 Mike Smith
The building, which will be built next to the Trinquet in Freginal, is budgeted at 7.7 million euros and will be a benchmark for the practice of rhythmic and artistic gymnastics
Thursday 17th March 2022 – Mike Smith
Councillor Alberto Tur (Sports) has revealed more details on one of the most important municipal projects that has been proposed in recent months – a new multi-sports complex in the Freginal neighbourhood of Xàbia.
What would be the second such sports centre to be built in the town, Tur explained that it has been developed with a clear philosophy and that is to respond to the needs of the large and varied local sports community and to accommodate the disciplines which have grown exponentially in the town in recent years, such as handball, hockey, martial arts, and rhythmic and artistic gymnastics.
The centre will be integrated into the existing trinquet building so that it appears as a single building from the outside and will simplify access management and concierge work in the future. It will have two floors across 4,500 useful square metres with a maximum height of 15.5 metres since high ceiling are a requirement for rhythmic gymnastics. In this regard, consultation has been made with both local rhythmic gymnastic clubs as well as the Valencian Federation since it is expected that the new centre will become a benchmark in the region, able to host technical events and official competitions.
The main space will consist of two areas, one for futsal, handball, roller hockey, volleyball and basketball competition, a versatility that will be achieved after finding a special surface that can accommodate the use of skates.
The second area will be dedicated to martial arts (with a tatami area) and rhythmic and artistic gymnastics whilst a climbing area (with wall and bouldering zone) and a functional training or crossfit zone is also proposed.
The upper floor will be dedicated to visitors and spectators of the sporting activities with removable stands able to meet the requirements of each event whilst there will also be a zone adapted for people with reduced mobility. In addition, there will be two multipurpose rooms for sports club management.
The design of the building involves integration into the existing trinquet with a longitudinal space between both buildings at different heights with landscaped patios and integrated vegetation on the roof. The facade will be made up of a light, micro-perforated layer on one of its sides, integrating the two buildings in a subtle way but leaving some of the different parts visible.
The proposal also looks at integrating the complex with its surroundings with an exterior space created with a walkway that surrounds the building as well as natural accesses from the adjacent streets and the car-park.
With regards to energy, it is proposed that it will be classed as a Type B energy efficient construction with solar panels installed on the roof to make it self-sufficient, air-conditioning and climate control, and fire-fighting self-protection infrastructure.
The budget for the project – which is currently in its public consultation phase before being put forward for debate and approval by at a plenary session – has been set at 7.7 million euros of which the Alicante Provinicial Council will provide some 950,000 euros. It is expected that construction will take 20 months to complete once work begins.
Both councillor Tur and mayor José Chulvi have highlighted that this second sports complex will provide Xàbia with a regional benchmark for difficult sporting disciplines and a modern 21st century infrastructure.
More than two decades have passed since the Miguel Buigues Andrés sport centre opened in the port, a time when the local sports scene was completely different. Now there are more than 40 active clubs and this project meets the demands and needs of these entities.
Tags: Alberto Tur - Sports, Department of Sports Jávea, Department of Sports Xàbia, javea news, José Chulvi - Mayor, xabia news
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Situated on the west side of the upper Sacramento Valley, Black Butte Lake is surrounded by beautiful dark volcanic buttes. Come explore the backwaters and woodlands this lake has to offer and see Pied-billed Grebes, Clark's and Western Grebes, Belted Kingfisher, Bonaparte's Gulls, and goldeneyes. Stop along the roads and see Wild Turkeys, Loggerhead Shrike, Mountain Bluebirds, Red-tailed Hawks, and Turkey Vultures. Lewis's Woodpeckers, Golden Eagles, and Bald Eagles winter in this area too. We'll take a short hike on the Big Oak Trail. Bring a lunch and drink. This trip is also offered on Wednesday with different leaders.
Andy Tomaselli is an avid outdoor enthusiast, having spent his young adult life working and living in Yosemite National Park where he first became curious about natural history. He is a self-taught naturalist, learning most of the flora and fauna of California from field guides. Andy enjoys fly fishing, backcountry skiing and has spent many years helping with local Christmas Bird Counts. Andy refers to himself as a "smart alecky laymen" and likes to call his self-taught natural history a "burden of knowledge" that he is more than happy to unload on anyone who asks. He has resided in Chico for over 25 years and has explored the Northstate extensively; especially obscure out of the way locations. When not birding or botanizing with his lovely wife, he likes to pursue his creative side playing and singing American standards on the ukulele.
Bill Frey generally resides and birds in Carson City, NV. When he is not there, he can sometimes be found wandering the many bird areas of California.


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Q: SumoSelect not selecting all values in array I am using SumoSelect. I have an array of values to be selected.
var physicianIds = [10,11,12,13];

This is the html:
<select class="form-control SumoUnder" id="PhysicianID" multiple="multiple" name="CycleDetails.ProcedureRoomPhysicianIds">
    <option value="1">MD01</option>
    <option value="10">MD10</option>
    <option value="11">MD11</option>
    <option value="12">MD12</option>
    <option value="13">MD13</option>
    <option value="14">MD14</option>
    <option value="15">MD15</option>
    <option value="16">MD16</option>
    <option value="17">MD17</option>
    <option value="18">MD18</option>
    <option disabled="disabled" value="19">MD19</option>
    <option value="2">MD02</option>
    <option disabled="disabled" value="20">MD20</option>
    <option value="3">MD03</option>
    <option value="4">MD04</option>
    <option value="5">MD05</option>
    <option value="6">MD06</option>
    <option value="7">MD07</option>
    <option value="8">MD08</option>
    <option value="9">MD09</option>
</select>

My js:
$(document).ready(function () {
    $('#PhysicianID').SumoSelect();

    for (var i = 0; i < window.physicianIds.length; i++) {
        var physicianId = window.physicianIds[i];
        $('#PhysicianID')[0].sumo.selectItem(physicianId);
    }
});

According to SumoSelect documentation, I would expect the following to be selected:
MD10, MD11, MD12, and MD13
However, only MD02 and MD03 are being selected -- what am I missing here?

A: According to documentation you have to use string to select an item by value. integer selects items by index.

$('#PhysicianID').SumoSelect();

var physicianIds = [10, 11, 12, 13];
for (var j = 0; j < physicianIds.length; j++) {
  var physicianId = physicianIds[j].toString();
  $('#PhysicianID')[0].sumo.selectItem(physicianId);
}
<script src="https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/2.1.1/jquery.min.js"></script>
<script src="https://cdnjs.cloudflare.com/ajax/libs/jquery.sumoselect/3.0.2/jquery.sumoselect.min.js"></script>
<link href="https://cdnjs.cloudflare.com/ajax/libs/jquery.sumoselect/3.0.2/sumoselect.min.css" rel="stylesheet"/>

<select class="form-control SumoUnder" id="PhysicianID" multiple="multiple" name="CycleDetails.ProcedureRoomPhysicianIds">
  <option value="1">MD01</option>
  <option value="10">MD10</option>
  <option value="11">MD11</option>
  <option value="12">MD12</option>
  <option value="13">MD13</option>
  <option value="14">MD14</option>
  <option value="15">MD15</option>
  <option value="16">MD16</option>
  <option value="17">MD17</option>
  <option value="18">MD18</option>
  <option disabled="disabled" value="19">MD19</option>
  <option value="2">MD02</option>
  <option disabled="disabled" value="20">MD20</option>
  <option value="3">MD03</option>
  <option value="4">MD04</option>
  <option value="5">MD05</option>
  <option value="6">MD06</option>
  <option value="7">MD07</option>
  <option value="8">MD08</option>
  <option value="9">MD09</option>
</select>

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Q: How to get only the link of a Link type field Tengo un campo que se genera en el Schema.xml de la lista de esta manera.
<Field ID="xxxxx" Name="xxxxx" DisplayName="xxxx" Type="Link" RichText="TRUE" RichTextMode="ThemeHtml" Required="TRUE" />
Por código necesito saber como obtener el valor pero solo el enlace, ya que este valor no solo devuelve el enlace.

English:
I have a field that is generated in the Schema.xml list this way (see above)
Using code I want to retrieve only the link, as my current attempts are returning more than just the link.

A: Here is the solution
Example:
public static string ParserLinkField(SPListItem item)
{
    LinkFieldValue currentFieldValue = item["NombreItem"] as LinkFieldValue;
    if (currentFieldValue != null)
        return currentFieldValue.NavigateUrl;
    else
        return string.Empty;
}

A: In this link you will find the solution,
msdn.microsoft.com/library/Microsoft.SharePoint.SPFieldUrlValue


Has The Market Tipping Point Been Reached Already?
Going into this afternoon, the markets are looking bleaker than a rainy November. Some currencies such as Stellar have thus far managed to stay afloat and gain at a steady pace however now, even Aprils success stories are being dragged under by a big red monster. Has the market peaked too soon, is this just a big correction period, another Mt. Gox coin dump or something even more sinister? We can't tell yet, as it stands, there's even a chance that by the time you read this, things will be looking up again, in an ironic way, I kind of hope that's the case. What's happening at the moment? Well the markets are down, the steady declines of this morning, following from a similar trend yesterday seem to have taken a turn for the worse, with the major currencies on a nose dive back down towards the mid-April surge figures. It's a real shame, the end of April has provided the markets with some real optimism and sadly, it looks as if we could now be seeing the end of this. At the time of writing, Bitcoin is valued at $8,919.81 and is down 4.08%. Bitcoin has slipped well past the $9,000.00 mark and a 4% decline does suggest that things aren't going to move upwards any time soon. Similarly, Ethereum is valued at $649.94 and is down 5.49%, luckily Ethereum is still peaking around the $600.00 mark but indeed, if this slip continues, we can't see this remaining for too long. Ripple is hitting $0.81 and is down 4.18%, a stark contrast to Ripples recent form where we almost saw XRP touch $1.00, it does seem that XRP has faced a lot of resistance here and really needs a big push to easy it over the $1.00 threshold. Further down, EOS, April's super-star, is valued at $17.11 and is down 9.76%. Now let's consider that just a few days ago, EOS hit an all time new high, lets hope that this good fortune doesn't slip away so soon. Granted, an EOS sell off may have something to do with the significant decline it is facing at the moment. Interestingly, despite the overall decline, Verge still remains positive, at the time of writing XVG is valued at $0.077 and is up 14.04%. Overall, things do look to have taken a turn for the worst. Whilst we can only hope this decline is temporary, we should probably belt up, it looks like we are about to enter some choppy waters, with the optimism of April behind us, this really isn't the best start to May. Fingers crossed we see a change, soon.


FLINT TWP. — Two new business are under construction on West Maple Avenue in Flint Township.
The Grounds driving range and pro shop began construction on 43 acres last March. The business will include a single-level 3,300-square-foot driving range with about 30 tees, including 10 covered and heated tees; a simulator; pro shop; and vending machines for pop and snacks. Owner Wesley Hull of Swartz Creek said he plans to open the facility in June, with one or two pros employed to give lessons.
Hull, who is also the boys golf coach at Swartz Creek High School, said the family-owned business is part of his retirement plan after working for United Parcel Service for more than 35 years.
Hull is especially excited about the simulator, which uses a big-screen panel to allow players to simulate golfing at some of the world's greatest courses, such as Pebble Beach. The simulator also diagnoses problems to help players improve their game.
"I've got my team practicing on it right now," he said.
Barrett Donut Mixes is moving its operations from Burton to West Maple Avenue in order to have more room to expand its business. The company makes dry mixes for doughnuts, cakes, quick breads chicken breading and custom blending for other companies.
General Manager Andy Barrett said the company's new facility will be 18,000 to 20,000 square feet and will allow room to expand the business, upgrade and add equipment and add jobs.
Barrett said the company currently employs five people but employs up to 20 workers during the busy season from about the end of July through the end of November. The company sells its products mostly in the Midwest and eastern United States to farmers markets, orchards, grocery stores, doughnut shops and restaurants.
Barrett said the new facility in Flint Township should be up and running by early summer. Barrett Donut Mixes has ben located in Burton since 1951.
The Flint Township Board of Trustees will hold a public hearing during its regular meeting at 7 p.m. April 1 to hear comments and vote on creating an industrial development district at West Maple Avenue. The Grounds and Barrett Donut Mixes currently are the only businesses located there, according to Economic Enhancement Director Tracey Tucker.


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Tag Archives: relationships
Marital Infidelity
September 11, 2014 humor, travelAlps, Bologna, EuroTunnel, France, GPS, Italy, Mont Blanc, relationshipswhichwaynow101
He's cheating on me.
He has a new girlfriend and she communicates to him via a little box plugged into the cigarette lighter. My services such as they were are no longer required.
I sit with the road atlas on my lap, ready to catch her out and just as I'm nodding off her strident voice alerting himself to an autoroute exit brings me round with a start.
After some initial teething problems in the relationship – a 20 mile detour on a ten mile journey close to home, probably operator error – I have been forsaken. I can't argue with her, touch her or question her judgment. Her clipped British accent and penchant for being right is getting on my nerves. She is even correcting my pronunciation of French villages and towns.
I hate her.
Now and again, clearly enunciating her t's she says, "Lost satellite reception." Not so clever then is she? I know exactly where we are and where we're going but if he wants to dally with her he can suffer the consequences.
The fact that he is carrying on with her right under my nose and in my car is just too much.
He thinks it's funny.
If we weren't in France and in my car I'd get out and leave them to it.
However . . . .
She didn't cover herself in glory in Italy. As we approached the French/Italian border I made a show of closing the French road atlas and slipping it beside my seat.
Mt. Blanc? Really?
"You're on your own now, matey, you and your new girlfriend." Himself looked alarmed. Though he'd been taking directions from her exclusively she obviously didn't inspire him with confidence.
A spectacular journey through the Alps and under Mt. Blanc – a 7 mile tunnel in a series of 17 tunnels – came as a major surprise as no route planning had taken place.
Mt. Blanc! Good heavens! Who put that there?
Then she really messed with him.
She insisted he come off the autostrade, go in circles, make several u-turns, attempt some mountain climbing, pass under the same cable car three times and pay two unnecessary eight euro tolls, robbing us of all our coins.
Just as we were both feeling quite frantic – we'd many more miles to go but which way now? – I pulled out my secret weapon, a map of Italy, and resumed my relationship with my husband. I'd had my doubts all along about the two of them and had highlighted our route on the map before leaving home.
We zig-zagged back down the mountain, where we'd had a nice view of the autostade below, and headed east once more.
I turned the stupid woman off and stuffed her in the glove box.
I didn't gloat. That's unlike me but himself was looking strained and it seemed only fair to keep my mouth shut.
At our final destination, the seaside resort of Porto Sant'Elpidio, I was forced to make up with her in an effort to find our hotel. She invited us to complete our journey at a derelict building and was banished once more to the glove box.
On the return journey she "lost satellite reception" in Bologna, a city of 400,000, all seemingly on our stretch of road and fighting for space in our lane. Several major roads intersect in Bologna and they are designated by international, national and local numbers which quickly become meaningless when panicked. The only way to find our way through was to look for major cities on our route, all of which were on the other side of the fold on the map.
Have you ever opened a full-size country map in the passenger seat of a compact car? It blocked out the sun and the road ahead and terminated the peaceful spell in the car.
GPS – Gloriously Pointless System
We made it back to the EuroTunnel but I lost my dog.
How to Render Your Husband Speechless, Again
June 5, 2014 humor, RV, travelbikini barista, coffee, Daytona 500, England, Key West, life decisions, NASCAR, National Parks, relationships, Sydneywhichwaynow101
Originally posted in WWN101 in 2012 this salacious tale seems worth repeating at this stage of our . . . . . our what? Confusion? Clarity? Travels? Decision to settle? Whatever.
After returning from the doctor's office himself said to me, "The nurse told the doctor, 'They've been right down to Key West and back. I wish I could do that,' so I said to her you should change places with my wife."
He sees this as proof enough that we should continue to travel, not settle down.
Of course she'd like to take a road trip to Key West. She's working full time in wet Washington State.
I'll bet he didn't qualify the dream with the drawbacks. Would you give up your home, family and friends and emigrate to another country to satisfy your travel lust? Would you give up free health care? Could you survive in a tin box with your other half for years without coming to blows or calling a divorce lawyer? Would you mind looking like a ragamuffin because your best clothes (probably moldy now) are in storage?
I appreciate the fact that I've seen 47 of the 50 states, something most Americans will never do. Of course I feel privileged to have seen most of the top National Parks.
And I hope himself has read this far before he's blown a gasket and called me an ungrateful cow.
Just to confirm how right he is and how wrong I am – always worth a victory lap in his book – we had a memorable moment with Courtney in the course of our travels. As we approached a gaily decked out espresso hut the NASCAR bunting made me smile at the thought of our day at the Daytona 500.
Jimmy's big day at the Daytona 500
Better still, after hearing, "I'll be with you guys in a second," a dark-haired leggy lovely appeared, dressed – I use that term loosely – in skimpy – that's being generous – stop-light-yellow shorts and a NASCAR-emblazoned yellow top that had more fabric in the sleeves than the whole of the rest of the outfit.
As my mouth dropped open, she smiled brightly. "What can I get you guys?" I dared not look at Jimmy's expression. Rather than place our order, what came out of my mouth was, "I like your outfit."
"Oh, thanks. We were losing business to the bikini baristas so we thought we needed to make a change, but to something tasteful." I really daren't look at Jimmy then. Her navel piercing and cleavage were particularly eye catching. I managed some sort of coffee order for myself, Jimmy stuttered out his tea order and whaddayaknow! the tea bags were on the bottom shelf. Did I mention that her shorts were very brief?
"I like you guys' accents. Where are you from?" I gave the concise Baltimore/England answer. "Awesome! Are you guys traveling?" I explained we'd been all around the country. "Awesome! Do you have family here?" I informed her that my brother lived up the road. "Awesome!" And a brother in Tennessee. "Cool!" And children and grandchildren in England. And a brother-in-law in Wales. "That is so cool!" And a daughter in Sydney. "That is an awesome excuse to travel."
Score several points to Jimmy. Although I have to tell you he wasn't counting points right at that moment.
"What's with the NASCAR theme?" I asked.
"There's a racetrack down the road. We thought it would bring in some business." Jimmy remained mute despite the motor racing reference, usually a favorite topic.
"Have you ever been to a NASCAR race?" I enquired, as the only one of her two customers capable of conversation.
"No. I'm from a little town called Elma. I've never traveled."
"We went to the Daytona 500 in February."
"AWESOME!" Well, I just had to agree with her. Had he been capable of the power of speech Jimmy would have agreed with anybody about anything right then.
Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
Out of the pit lane!
You can stop looking for a picture of Courtney now. Sorry guys, there isn't one.
More excitingly, Courtney had a cousin, equally skimpily dressed. We encountered her after our trailer wheel caught fire:
"Yer wus a fur!"
"What?" Jimmy bellowed.
"OUR WHEEL'S ON FIRE!!" I shrieked.
Read more of this post . . .
House or Divorce?
April 8, 2014 humor, RV, traveldivorce, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Google, Harlan Coben, John Steinbeck, Michael Connelly, motorhomes, relationships, violencewhichwaynow101
We both need a good mental slap to make a decision as Option 1, Do Nothing on our New List of options for settling down seems to be our default setting.
We made a zig zag passage across the United States from Washington State to Florida and along the south and up the west of the country to Washington. We missed many states on our first launch into The United States so picked up the northern and eastern states and navigated around again to Washington. We saw a little or a lot of 47 states and drove a total of 20,000 miles on our helter skelter journey.
Our nearly complete journey depicted on our dirty trailer! Are you seeing double?
We've been cooped up in close quarters for close to 10 years now and have never once resorted to physical violence towards each other. That's something of an accomplishment in itself but testing our relationship was not the purpose of our travels.
This whole shebang needs to move on to a Stage 2 – test the weather, the economy and the friendliness of the natives in one place! for a year – of the Grand Plan.
Stage 1 is so over for us. Stage 3 is to live in a house.
The fact remains – and it is a fact, himself will attest to that – if our trailer were a little bit bigger, our seating a little less like sitting on a plank, our bathroom a little less like a phone booth (albeit with a toilet instead of a puddle of piddle on the floor) he'd be happy to carry on traveling.
I'm wondering if he'll ever settle. I'm wondering which brother will take me in if he doesn't.
An old people's magazine I read recently listed ways to stave off Alzheimer's. "Listen to this. It says here that you can exercise your brain by shopping in a new market. When you shop in the same store all the time and know where everything is the brain doesn't have to work. It's too easy."
I snorted with derision at the idea but figured my brain and body should be well set up for a good few years with all the rummaging around wrong aisles and extra miles walked in unfamiliar grocery stores.
It was a privilege to see so many natural wonders in this country. An added benefit was making my sluggish brain work finding our way from one to the next.
It was a worry that we'd run out of stimulating reading material without a library nearby. Being too cheap to buy paperbacks that we could read in two days and then have to throw out we discovered most campsites have book and magazine swaps so a constant flow of literature from F. Scott Fitzgerald and John Steinbeck to the trashy magazines that I would normally only read while standing at the supermarket checkout is weighing down the trailer.
When in a library I tease Jimmy with, "Did you notice they've got used paperbacks for sale at 50 cents?"
"I'm not going to look. We've got enough books. We haven't got any place else to put them until we get rid of some." Invariably he would exit the library with two paperbacks in his hand. "Look! A Harlan Coben and a Michael Connelly. I haven't read these!"
I often get accused of not listening to him. He doesn't even listen to himself any more.
So we have plenty to read.
I'll miss traveling if we stop and settle. I will especially miss it if we sell the trailer and burn our traveling bridges.
We both experienced these conflicting feelings after a year-and-a-half of traveling in Europe. The caravan (quaint English word for trailer) was too small. Moved to Washington State where a two bedroomed apartment seemed huge. Got cabin fever and itchy feet. Missed the caravan and traveling. Bought a trailer.
Jimmy is depressed at the thought of being tied to just one place.
As I search for suitable affordable houses, he is googling big trucks and bigger RVs. . . . . . still!
Do you think he'd be satisfied with this one? (Photo credit: Bill Ward's Brickpile)
Surviving in a Small Box
March 24, 2014 humor, RV, travelCamping, Canyonlands National Park, communication, debate, Monument Valley, relationships, sarcasmwhichwaynow101
A (very small) room with a view.
Our tolerance levels are tested when we're cooped up in our shoebox RV. Bad vibes bounce right back to the perpetrator and can ricochet between us with increasing ferocity. Some days I bite back caustic remarks in a bid for peace in the box. Some days I don't. Some days I try to couch accusations as innocuous statements so as not to be seen to be blaming him.
"The water should be nice and hot. I turned the water heater off when I got up for a wee at 3:00."
"Was it on all night?" himself asked, his voice raising in alarm as our water heater can be temperamental and hot water spews down the outside of the trailer in its own campaign to escape the box.
"Not all night. Just half the night." I valiantly left it at that. He knew he had turned it on and left it on. If he thought I'd done it, he'd have let me know. If he thought I'd accused him of doing it, he'd have let me know that too.
The merits of sarcasm, nagging, letting rip and knowing when to shut up often "debated."
"Don't jump! I didn't mean it!" Canyonlands National Park, Utah
Unexpected weather keeping us cooped up in Asheville, North Carolina
"I've had enough! I'm off and I'm not coming back!" Canyonlands National Park, Utah
A shadow of our former selves in Canyonlands National Park, Utah
Some alone time with just his dog for company. Monument Valley, Utah
Lightning in Canyonlands National Park – Utah.
Utah Getaway 2014: Canyonlands National Park and Colorado National Monument
March 21, 2014 humor, RV, travelCamping, photography, relationships, weatherwhichwaynow101
Like daft tourists, not seasoned travelers, we associated Santa Fe with warmth and sun, but discovered that we had strayed far enough north to be almost in ski country in late winter.
Santa Fe NM, Oldest House in the USA
Duh. Hadn't we learned our lesson on our first circuit of the United States the year before at the Grand Canyon where we were frozen to the ground in 5°F weather? Apparently not.
Hey! Don't leave me down here!
The endless summer we had planned – summer in the north, high summer on the east coast, late summer and snowbird's winter retreat in the south – never happened. Gales, sweaty heat and freezing temperatures made the circuit with us.
Southern Arizona was at least a comfortable temperature until the sun went down. A "nation" of saguaro cactus "people" with their funny arms held up in greeting had welcomed us to Tucson and given at least the impression of a hot landscape.
The dry air, calming buff colors, and peacefulness of the Arizona desert were most appreciated after so much lousy weather and soothed our need for warmth, but our winter sojourn had been meant to entail leisurely swimming and sunbathing, beach combing and sitting in the balmy shade of our awning for the margarita hour.
I risked a couple of "heated" swimming pools, one in Sarasota and one in Tucson. Getting into the cold water (heated means not icy) was a shock. Getting out into the cold air was agony.
Sunbathing hadn't happened at all and our skin thanks us for that. Beachcombing on the Gulf coast was done in winter jackets while powering ahead. To stand still was to risk windburn and then hypothermia.
Only one madman in the water!
For our margarita hour, we substituted red wine "indoors."
Neither comfortably cooped up inside nor drenched in perspiration or shivering outside was the relaxed experience we had anticipated.
Tucson in March was our first destination since leaving Washington State the previous July (picture a clockwise trip on the edge of the States from Washington all the way around to Arizona) where we could sit comfortably outside or stroll languidly in t-shirts and shorts, particularly galling as Washington had had their best summer in years after we left.
Coyotes yipping in the distance setting off the distinctive yips of several packs of their chums at 3 a.m. the night before had added a thrilling ripple of fear to the spell the desert had cast. Quite unused to this particular wildlife encounter, we exchanged notes the next morning.
"Yeah, it was me who woke you up. What are you going to do about it?"
"Did you hear the coyotes in the night?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I went back to sleep and then wondered if I'd dreamt it."
"They ran right under us. I could hear them pounding back and forth and panting!"
That growth on the back of our trailer is our bed-in-a-drawer, suspended about coyote height.
Camped for the night under stately and beautiful but dripping giant redwoods in Crescent City, Jimmy had googled the weather where we were headed. "Do you want to hear the forecast for Olympia?"
"Go-o-o o-o-n-n," I groaned, expecting the worst.
"Rain today. Showers tomorrow. Scattered showers the next day. Wait. Let's look at the 10 day forecast." Spare me. "It's going to rain for the next 10 days."
The only thing worse than the predicted 10 days of rain was the thought of 10 days of rain cooped up in an RV.
We'd have permanently cold damp towels to look forward to. Clean clothes that have languished in a locker for a few days feel damp when they're fresh on. There's nowhere to put soggy coats. Muddy shoes end up kicking around our very small floor space just as we will be kicking around our very small floor space.
How do we cope? Badly.
How do you (would you) cope?
Your SatNav is Shouting!
February 21, 2014 humor, RV, travelchilling, Golden Gate Bridge, marraige, relationships, San Francisco, trafficwhichwaynow101
If you're interested, we got lost in Oakland California. After Jimmy had said, "I'm not towing through any more big cities," my bad angel made me say, "Well you're going to tomorrow!"
Remember our towing-the-trailer-through-San-Francisco-and-over-the-Golden-Gate-Bridge blooper?
I shouldn't really have been messing with the camera at this point, but I can't help myself.
Jimmy was all smiles once the narrow roads of SF and the narrow lanes of the bridge were behind us that time.
With our last fiasco in mind we were trying so hard to avoid the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge leading into central San Francisco to the west of us, that we turned east and became embroiled in Oakland Good Friday traffic.
I'd studied the road atlas for several days leading up to the journey. We'd studied it together the night before. I'd memorized every route and bridge leading out of Alameda County and planned for every eventuality except the one that transpired.
After we left the campsite south of San Francisco I sat with the atlas on my lap and plotted our course inch worming my finger up the page, not daring to read a book or magazine, play on the laptop or daydream.
Maybe I daydreamed a little. While on a trolley car I'd snapped a photo not realizing it was the top of the famous Lombard Street until I downloaded it. I should do more homework on our destinations like Mona Lisa.
On the outskirts of Oakland I began to chant directives. "We stay on 880 North. We don't want 80 West. We don't want 80 East. We do want 580 West," and repeated it several times to plant it in my brain, and hopefully Jimmy's.
When I'd chanted myself into a trance and was staring fiercely at the map Jimmy said, "The sign says take I980 for 580 West."
I looked up too late to see the sign. "980? We don't want 980. We do want 580 West, though."
"Should I turn off?"
"I don't think we should go that way."
"Should I stay on this road?"
"I don't know now."
"The exit is coming up. Should I turn off?"
"Y-y-y-y-ye . . . Um-m-m-m . . . N-n-n-n-n . . ."
"Say something!!"
"YES!" And Jimmy wrenched the wheel to the right with our trailer snapping smartly round to follow us. "Oh no, this isn't right. We're going east. According to the map we should be going north."
"Oh great. Now look," he said with that Dammit! look on his face. Six lanes of traffic was coming to a standstill ahead of us.
"We should have stayed on the road we were on," I whined, wanting but not daring to blame Jimmy for making me say yes when I knew I should have said no.
Oakland drivers have a bit of southern California driving mania about them and they were changing lanes in a wild free-for-all across our bows.
Other road users don't account for the fact that we have 7,500 pounds of rolling stock slamming into our rear end every time Jimmy brakes. If Jimmy tailgates, he's on edge. If he leaves a safe braking distance between us and the car in front someone nips into it in their bid to gain 50 feet and he's still tailgating. He was now displaying his don't-mess-with-me rigid posture behind the wheel but trying to remain cool.
"There's a sign for 80 West," he said helpfully. "Should I go that way?"
STAY ON THIS ROAD! I think.
"DO NOT TAKE 80 WEST!" I shouted. "Don't take 80 West," I repeated a tad more calmly. We didn't want 80 West. That much I knew. That was all I knew. That was the way to the Golden Gate Bridge via central San Francisco. The traffic jam gave me a chance to study the map. "I think I can see what we've done."
"You're priceless."
"I'd like to see you navigate through this mess."
"I can't. I have to drive."
"Well that's lucky for you. I always get to take the blame," and fumed for a moment until I saw the sign I'd been praying for, "580 West! Keep to the right. If we can get on 580 West we'll be okay." Gleeful now, I informed Jimmy, "I know where we are now. We're on Eastshore Freeway."
"Brilliant." How can he infuse so much sarcasm into a single word?
Once we were on 580 West I relaxed a little and attempted to lighten the mood.
"Right! That's got rid of the 80 West specter. At least we're not going to get snarled up in San Francisco today." Silence. Not even acknowledgement that I have spoken.
Couldn't he chill and remember our cruise on San Francisco Bay past Coit Tower?
So I tried again. "We just need to avoid 80 East or we'll end up in New York! Hahaha." Jimmy didn't join in.
Couldn't he relax now and remember this view of the street(s) of San Francisco?
"There's the Golden Gate Bridge across the bay. You can have a last look." Jimmy turned his head. At least his hearing was still functioning.
For the eagle-eyed among you, this isn't the Golden Gate Bridge at all, but once on the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge we, no I, was happy to think it was. It's the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge. Can you understand my confusion?
We'd towed the trailer over the Golden Gate on a previous trip. We'd "sailed" under it on a bay cruise. That day we'd given it a slightly wider berth than planned.
Sailing under the Golden Gate on a happier day.
Once ensconced on the picturesque route 101 going north I knew my map reading expertise (questionable that day, granted) wouldn't be needed for another 100 miles or so, so traced our route back to study my booboo.
San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge. This is the right one!
Where my wits had deserted me was at the confluence of five – that's FIVE – interstate highways in a city of nearly half million people on a holiday weekend.
I think we're lucky to still be married. Lucky probably isn't the word Jimmy would use.
Can you see where he's taking me?
Click on the picture and all will become clear!
Turn Here Honey!
February 19, 2014 humor, RV, Silly Signs, travelantitrust laws, Arizona, mad cows, Monument Valley, navigation, relationships, Standard Oil, Utahwhichwaynow101
"You said we need gas. Turn here!"
"Do you think the pumps are still working?" Standard Oil was broken up under the antitrust laws in 1911 some of which eventually became Exxon, Mobil and Chevron. As you can see we were in Cow Springs which is on Route 160 in Arizona on the way to Monument Valley not to be confused with Wild Cow Springs Recreation Area in western Arizona not to be confused with mad cows. Speaking of which himself may have brought them to mind when I entreated him to "Turn here!":
It seemed a reputable tourist destination from the look of the sign. Don't you think so? Though I am the designated navigator himself picks and chooses when to listen to me. He didn't turn so I cannot confirm if they were real dinosaur tracks.
The good news is that we made it to Monument Valley despite my misdirection:
That's our black truck. It was very orange by the end of the day.
This is Your SatNav Speaking
February 14, 2014 humor, RV, travelblame, Channel Tunnel, Cordoba, Fifth Avenue, Lake Powell, Monument Valley, navigation, relationships, Satellite navigation, Spainwhichwaynow101
There's Mt. Shasta! We must be on the right road.
On the one hand it's a wonder we can find our way out of a cardboard box. On the other hand our navigational skills strangely complement each other so we get by, through or around most obstacles to our destinations.
Who planted these big trees right next to the road?
Jimmy navigates by cities, towns, pubs (sadly few in the U.S.) landmarks and an innate sense of direction. The last being something that eludes me as I can get turned around in a gas station as though I have been spun blindfolded. I can, however, read a map, use a compass, orientate myself (most days) with directions given in north, south, east and west and navigate by route numbers and road names on a town plan. "Turn left here, take the second right, go half a mile and the campsite will be on your left." And there it is.
"How do you do that?" Jimmy is convinced a type of sorcery is at work when I find my way around an unfamiliar town merely by consulting a map. But he is quicker to read and interpret road signs, judge appropriateness of road conditions and take decisions. "I'm not turning there!"
"But the map says . . . . oh, no, you don't want to turn there." I've directed him to turn, trailer in tow, into a junkyard, a muddy farm track, dead end streets, supermarket parking lots and non-existent roads.
If this is the wrong road at least the scenery is spectacular.
So between us and with a big dollop of tolerance for each other's foibles we have found our way throughout Europe and the U.S.
Yes, this is the right road!
Navigating in the U.S. comes easy to me as the road system – interstates and in towns – makes sense to me. I know my east from my west even if do very occasionally fumble my left and my right. Odd numbers on roads generally indicate north and south and evens east and west. In town, if we're at 4400 Main Street then 5400 Main is ten more blocks. If we're just passing First Street then Sixth will be five blocks away. Watch out for those pesky Streets vs. Avenues! Fifth Street is an entirely different notion to Fifth Avenue. Add Fifth Street SW and Fifth Avenue NE to the mix and then you really have to think it through before striking out across town but it's all logical if you're paying attention.
The grid work of a town plan is a just mathematical puzzle – up two, across three and down one block and voilà, there is the restaurant. There must be a bit of spatial awareness attached to this thinking that Jimmy doesn't apply to the problem. But truthfully, I think he just doesn't try. He doesn't have to. No more than I have to get out of the car when it is raining (and even when it isn't) and pump gas. By and large the U.S. road system is instinctive to me. I grew up on it. I don't have to figure it out. It just makes sense to me like speaking English makes sense. Lubbock, Texas is the exception to this where even the locals can't give you directions.
Generally I can follow squiggly routes on the map and end up where I intended except when under pressure, especially time pressure calling for quick thinking and spot-on decision making. Those are the times I give Jimmy as much information as I can and then let him make the mistake, I mean decision. He seems to think I don't know is not an acceptable answer when asking me which way do I go here? and insists I say something specific even if when I have no idea.
Jimmy and I navigating our way up Lake Powell. Oh yeah, like that's us.
Perhaps the issue of blame is important when we are lost.
There I am in the pink shirt under the left-hand arch of Rainbow Bridge. You can only get there by boat on Lake Powell. It was a slightly bigger boat than pictured above.
Córdoba: Back Streets of the Old Jewish Quarter (Judería) (Photo credit: Jesse Varner)
The road system in Europe still baffles me. Their ancient roads have evolved over centuries, not been planned and laid out coherently like in the United States. Modern motorway systems are logical to someone who likes numbers but cities are often rabbit warrens of narrow lanes. Many streets have origins long before America was a twinkle in C. Columbus' eye. The Jewish Quarter in Cordoba is one of many places to get lost on claustrophobic winding streets that even a Mini Cooper couldn't maneuver. And I can't apply any logic to European country roads.
How we ever made our way through France to the south of Spain and back again – new to RVing – is beyond me.
We even got lost in the Channel Tunnel Terminal and ended up on an empty platform – our departure time imminent and no possibility of a U-turn with a 26 foot trailer behind us. After a panicked phone call a Terminal Land Rover took us on a tour of the platforms, up one and down another, to lead us onto our train.
Now wasn't that an omen of things to come?
Another Dam Mistake
February 3, 2014 humor, RV, travelCamping, Hoover Dam, internet, Las Vegas, navigation, relationships, Sin City, trafficwhichwaynow101
Can we? Can't we?
What a couple of dopes we are.
"Are we going over Hoover Dam?"
"Did you see that sign?"
"Yes. Let me look at the map." Flip, flip, flip, flip. "Oh! Yes. Oops."
Though we only had a journey of about 150 miles from Wikieup, Arizona to Las Vegas, we'd both studied the route several times to check our approach into Sin City. Hoover Dam nestles on the border of Arizona and Nevada, as bold on the map as the Boulder Dam that it used to be. The 247 square mile mass of Lake Mead shows as a big blue splash behind the dam on the road atlas, fed by the mighty Colorado River, downstream of the Grand Canyon.
Lake Mead NV
How could we miss that? But neither of us had seen it, noted it or planned for it.
"The sign said 'no trailers'."
"It meant no commercial trailers."
"Are you sure? It just said 'no trailers'."
"Well, yes . . . no . . . . I don't know. We'll just keep going and see if we get turned back."
Flip, flip, flip, flip. "A hundred and forty miles."
"What's a hundred and forty miles?"
"A hundred and forty miles there and back to a junction where we can then go the long way round."
Why does he ask me these impossible questions? I've learned not to commit myself. Equal blame will be allocated if the journey goes all wrong. I kept quiet while he concentrated on aiming the car down the road, possibly in the wrong direction.
"There's another sign. It definitely says 'no trailers.' Ah, a phone number, 1-866 . . . oh. How are you supposed to read all that at 55 mph? Now what do we do?" I asked.
It was Jimmy's turn to be non-committal to my question, perhaps pretending it was rhetorical. We'd only just passed through the town of Kingman and the landscape was looking barren as we climbed into high desert.
We're always climbing. The slightest puff of wind on our nose causes our car to change down into third gear. We've traveled "uphill'" all the way from Washington State down to Florida and back to Washington again.
"If I'm quick, I might get an internet signal. Maybe they have a website." And they did. "Commercial trailers are prohibited to drive over Hoover Dam but recreational vehicles CAN cross the dam," and then I did lose the signal.
"Well this is a nice surprise. We're going to drive over Hoover Dam. I didn't know it was here, did you?"
Hoover Dam – too big to fit in my wide angle lens!
We'd driven hundreds of miles specifically to see the Grand Coulee Dam in Washington State yet here we were about to drive right over Hoover Dam by mistake, or like the chicken crossing the road – to get to the other side, but in this case, to get to the other side of a river.
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Rt.93 with a view of the new bridge . . .
. . . to be completed and opened later that year – October 2010.
It is a little concerning that in this late stage in our travels, with all our navigating experience that we failed notice Hoover Dam. It is so huge it contains enough concrete to construct a two-lane road from San Francisco to New York – a definite landmark.
The deep 'V' shape of this dam is an image familiar to both of us as it is to many people but who knew it was just 25 miles southeast of Las Vegas? We've probably missed more tourist destinations than we've seen as we hurtle around the three and a half million square miles of this country. Jimmy is an alien and I'm almost a non-native, having lived more years in Europe than the U.S., so what he never knew in the first place as a foreigner, I've forgotten as a repatriated ex-pat.
So, no, we didn't know Hoover Dam was smack dab in front of us and we were going to tow our trailer right over it.
This country is so vast, that there are too many geological, technical and historical wonders spread over thousands of miles for us to be aware of every little (and big) one in our vicinity.
Anyway, I'm making excuses now for our ignorance. One would think we'd have a better system by now.
While the pleasure of seeing one of America's great engineering marvels was still causing us to grin with our serendipity (a more pleasing word than stupidity) we drove straight into Las Vegas rush hour traffic on a main artery to the center. Memories of towing through Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, San Francisco, as well as the kamikaze driving styles around us raised some white knuckles in the car. I counted down the numbers to our exit to North Las Vegas where we proceeded to get lost and Jimmy became more terse.
Which is only funny when it is someone else's husband.
Las Vegas Strip from the top of the "Eiffel Tower"
Traffic on the Strip, Las Vegas NV
The Flamingo, Las Vegas NV
Las Vegas Strip and the "Eiffel Tower"
We popped back three years later for the pleasure of driving over the new bridge. Disappointingly you can't see nuthin' as you drive across. I guess gazing at the stunning landscape while attempting to point a car across a high bridge vulnerable to cross winds is asking for trouble:
Mike O'Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge – photo taken from Hoover dam. Old road visible below – waaaay down there!
PLEASE! What time is it?
January 17, 2014 humor, RV, travelcell phones, Channel Tunnel, Florida panhandle, France, relationships, tide tables, time, time zones, UKwhichwaynow101
Telling time by our shadows
"Is it quarter past five or quarter past six?"
"It's quarter past . . . oh. Did I change my watch or not?"
"I don't know. I changed mine but I think I changed it back again."
"Isn't that the six o'clock news we're watching?"
"It's Dothan (Alabama). It was the five o'clock news the last time we watched it when we were on Central Time."
"Well he just said the six o'clock news."
"He said it was coming up."
"It's six o'clock Eastern Time so it's the six o'clock news."
"We've changed time zones, not Dothan, unless they've moved it since this morning."
"Alright, smarty pants. The time on the microwave should be correct. It says . . . ah, I think I set that to my watch and I don't know what time my watch is set to."
"The clock in the car! I changed that from Central Time to Eastern Time after we came through Mexico Beach. That will definitely be on Eastern Time."
On numerous occasions we'd been caught out by driving into another time zone and had been plus or minus an hour without knowing it, sometimes for a couple of days. With no deadlines to keep, time was more a habit than a necessity.
Having checked the road atlas I knew exactly where the time zone line was and had sat, rather childishly, staring at my cell phone to see the exact place where the time read out would jump forward an hour as we drove eastwards on the Gulf coast of Florida. It was an event for us – not changing time zones but remembering that it would happen.
What was so confusing that day was that we had driven from Central time to Eastern Time, then south and west into a state park and north onto a peninsula. The park according to its "quiet hours" was on Eastern Time but on the campsite our phones had gone back to Central time. According to the road atlas we were right on the dividing line on a spit of land across from St. Joseph's Bay.
Telling time by the sunset. From land . . . .
. . . to the sea. How could you NOT walk on this boardwalk?
"So if the park gate is on Eastern Time, are we on Eastern Time even though, according to our phones, we appear to be back on Central Time? What time do we set our watches to?"
I really had no idea so decided to set the microwave clock forward an hour and start cooking as it was then six thirty. Somewhere.
Changing times zones is no phenomenon to an American used to traveling or telephoning around the country, but the whole of the UK is on Greenwich Mean Time (or British Summer Time but let's not confuse the issue any more than I already have with daylight savings time) so that any road trip taken doesn't involve guessing what the time is upon arrival. One simply looks at one's watch (or clock or phone). Unless you are driving through the Channel Tunnel to France, but any fool knows to add an hour for arrival time in France and subtract and hour when coming back to the UK (except us of course, the first few times we made the trip).
The ten o'clock news came on and we were still undecided as to where it was ten o'clock and which time zone we were in.
"Well I'm tired and I really want to go to bed but it's too early if it's ten o'clock." I laid down the bed anyway and looked at the clock. "Aha! I haven't touched my bedside clock, so it's still on Central time. "I can just put it forward to Eastern Time which is 11:00. Bedtime!"
That little trick didn't work. I still woke up early, five o'clock Eastern time, four o'clock Central, as they say on TV.
After waiting until a sensible 8:00/7:00 I announced, "I'd like to go for a walk on the beach today at high tide. I've got a tide table here. High tide is 3:28 PM."
"Is that Eastern or Central?"
We had a number of departure times for our walk as we'd messed up all our timepieces. Except our phones. They were accurate, but which time zone were we in?


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RUSH features genres of dance
written by Alyson Eversman March 23, 2018
This year marks the 14th anniversary of RUSH performances at Northwestern College. RUSH is a student-led dance concert that NW students have annually performed since 2004. This year will feature 10 performances ranging across a variety of themes from hip-hop to ballet. On any given year, around 100-150 NW students participate.
Assistant Professor of Theatre Drew Schmidt explained that RUSH was created by former NW students' desire to dance just for the fun of it and include the whole campus as well. Because of this, everyone who auditions for RUSH is placed within one of the varied performances, making this campus event one that literally anyone can be a part of.
"A typical RUSH performance is about three minutes," Schmidt said. "It's bold, excellent, beautiful and fun."
An additional unique aspect about RUSH is the different themes and stories behind the chosen music and incorporated dance movements that follow. Randyl Lynn Getz, a junior theatre major, is one of the choreographers for a performance as well as the stage manager of the event. Getz's dance theme is a hip-hop swing dance to the song "Stay" by Zedd.
"The dance is about two people going back through their memories," Getz said, "where the girl in the song is questioning whether she should talk to the guy, stay or let him go. Overall, the message behind the performance is treasuring the time you have with someone."
RUSH holds a special place in Getz's heart because dance is her favorite art form – it's also something she's done since she was four years old.
Schmidt appreciates RUSH for the teamwork that is naturally a part of it.
"I love RUSH because it is also about making people look good together," Schmidt said. "Here, students support one another with the outcome of joy that's celebrated with everyone."
Elizabeth Johnston, a sophomore public relations major, said that she enjoys RUSH because she can meet new people and it is student orientated.
"It's really awesome to see the creativity student choreographers can have," Johnston said. "For example, the message behind the song and dance that I'm in is about mental illness, which I think is really cool."
Johnston first participated in RUSH her freshman year and enjoyed it immensely. She's looking forward to being on stage after all the hard work she and her team have put into this dance performance, as well as being flipped over backwards within the dance.
"RUSH is just a fun way to get through the winter months," Johnston said. "It's also a way for me to get my boogie on!"
RUSH performances began this Thursday and will continue throughout the weekend. Tonight's performances are scheduled for 7 and 9:30 p.m. Tomorrow, Saturday, March 24, performances are scheduled for 4, 7 and 9:30 p.m. Take the opportunity to come and cheer on your friends!
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This is part of a correspondence between Sheldon Goldstein and Steven Weinberg on Bohmian Mechanics. It is published here with the kind permission of both.
In your recent response in the NYRB, you ask George Levine, my colleague here at Rutgers, to "suppose that physicists were to announce the discovery that, beneath the apparently quantum mechanical appearance of atoms, there lies a more fundamental substructure of fields and particles that behave according to the rules of plain old classical mechanics." I agree with your point that this should make little difference to our views about culture or philosophy. More interesting, however, is the possibility that it would make little difference to the views of most physicists about physics!
In fact, a theory rather roughly corresponding to the substructure that you mention, Bohmian mechanics, that describes a deterministic motion of point particles that is governed by the wave function and from which emerges the entire quantum formalism, including an appearance of randomness and operators as observables (for nonrelativistic quantum mechanics), has been around for more than 40 years, during which time it has been either ignored or misrepresented by the physics establishment. (The great exception to this behavior is that of John Bell, who was the principal proponent of Bohmian mechanics for most of this period.) This theory completely avoids all the quantum paradoxes, all the mysticism of Bohr and Heisenberg, and replaces it with sharp mathematics.
I have carried out the experiment you requested. At the regular weekly luncheon meeting today of our Theory Group, I asked my colleagues what they think of Bohm's version of quantum mechanics. The answers were pretty uniform, and much what I would have said myself.
First, as we understand it, Bohm's quantum mechanics uses the same formalism as ordinary quantum mechanics, including a wave function that satisfies the Schrodinger equation, but adds an extra element, the particle trajectory. The predictions of the theory are the same as for ordinary quantum mechanics, so there seems little point in the extra complication, except to satisfy some a priori ideas about what a physical theory should be like.
There is also the point that it does not seem possible to extend Bohm's version of quantum mechanics to theories in which particles can be created and destroyed, which includes all known relativistic quantum theories.
It is not true that the only alternative to Bohm's version of quantum mechanics is the Copenhagen interpretation, for which I share your reservations. These days most physicists who think about it at all understand quantum mechanics in terms of the Everett many-histories approach. In any case, the basic reason for not paying attention to the Bohm approach is not some sort of ideological rigidity, but much simpler - it is just that we are all too busy with our own work to spend time on something that doesn't seem likely to help us make progress with our real problems.
Now I would like to ask you a question. You are not the only person who has recently raised the issue of Bohm's version of quantum mechanics. Why does this have such appeal for some philosophers and sociologists of science?
Thank you for your reply. Please forgive my delay in responding, as well as the length of this response. The fact is that there is no living physicist whose writings on the nature of physics and the scientific enterprise I value as much as yours.
Although my username is oldstein, my name is actually Goldstein - the one cited in footnote 13 of the article of Jean Bricmont on Prigogine to which you have referred. I have been working on Bohmian mechanics for more than ten years. I am a physicist.
I must admit that your group there has done you proud and proven me wrong! A few years ago they almost surely would have said that Bohm's theory, like any hidden variables theory, has been demonstrated by Bell's theorem and Aspect's experiment to be impossible, just as a generation ago this was declared so on the basis of von Neumann's theorem. What you report represents a vast improvement: Bohm's theory, while possible after all, is merely irrelevant, in fact because it works so well that it reproduces the standard predictions (for nonrelativistic quantum mechanics).
"The predictions of the theory are the same as for ordinary quantum mechanics, so there seems little point in the extra complication, except to satisfy some a priori ideas about what a physical theory should be like."
"And since Bohm's equations make exactly the same predictions as those of ordinary quantum mechanics, it is not clear what is accomplished by adding the complication of guiding waves, except to restore a sense of sanity to the whole affair."
I am not mentioning this because of the fact that Ferris couldn't get straight exactly what it is that Bohmian mechanics in fact adds (though it is of course very important that it adds the actual configuration and not the guiding wave, which is after all just the wave function, as you well know). People can easily make factual errors, even whoppers. But the last quoted phrase ("except to restore a sense of sanity to the whole affair") is I think extraordinary, particularly in an article on the PROBLEM of quantum weirdness.
Now you refer instead to "some a priori ideas about what a physical theory should be like," and a great deal hinges on which a priori ideas you have in mind. Certainly we both agree with the a priori idea that a physical theory should be sane. And as a matter of fact I myself do not accept the idea that a physical theory must be deterministic - and my support for Bohmian mechanics in no way rests on a desire to restore determinism to physics.
For me, the main a priori idea is a demand for coherence: physical theories should be clearly formulated, in sharp mathematical terms. In particular, it should be clear what the theory is about. Secondarily - and one might say as a consequence of the requirement of coherence - the theory should not involve any subjective notions in its very formulation, nor should it involve axioms concerned with measurement, since the notion of measurement is much too vague. (Theorems having implications for measurements are of course fine - and presumably necessary if the consequences of the theory are to be explored.) Finally, the theory should in some sense be simple, since otherwise it does not provide us with much of an explanation of what we wish to understand.
What I like about Bohmian mechanics is that it is by far the simplest formulation of nonrelativistic quantum mechanics satisfying the requirements of coherence and objectivity (in the above sense). Two equations, Schrödinger's and the de Broglie Bohm guiding equation (dQ/dt = J/rho), completely express the theory. From these simple equations the rest of the quantum formalism flows. Thus to the extent that "Bohm's quantum mechanics uses the same formalism as ordinary quantum mechanics, including a wave function that satisfies the Schroedinger equation," it is only the Schrödinger equation part of that formalism that (along with the guiding equation) is fundamental in Bohmian mechanics, with the rest of the formalism arising as a consequence.
Now all this has assumed the adequacy of the Copenhagen interpretation, so that we could compare two adequate formulations - Bohmian mechanics and the Copenhagen interpretation - with respect to simplicity and other criteria for judging theories. But you seem to agree with me that the Copenhagen interpretation is not adequate. You should therefore appreciate why others who agree with us on this, and who are not aware of any other adequate alternatives to the Copenhagen interpretation, might be attracted to Bohmian mechanics: They want to make sense of quantum mechanics, something that the Copenhagen interpretation manifestly does not do and that Bohmian mechanics manifestly does.
Now I in fact assume that when you said that "there seems little point in the extra complication" you had in mind what you consider to be a sensible alternative - "the Everett many-histories approach" - which you believe involves no complications such as the particle trajectory in Bohmian mechanics. I'm not entirely sure what you have in mind by the Everett many-histories approach, but my guess is that you mean the decoherent histories approach of Gell-Mann and Hartle, since it is my impression that it this approach that is currently most popular among "physicists who think about it at all."
But whatever you have in mind, whether it be decoherent histories, or the original Everett many worlds (whatever that is - see Bell, SPEAKABLE AND UNSPEAKABLE, page 133..., where incidentally you will also find Bell saying that "It is always interesting to find that solipsists and positivists, when they have children, have life insurance"), or whatever, you did say a few years ago about your favorite approach that "I am not convinced that this program has been entirely successful yet, but I think in the end it may be." Since, insofar as the conceptual problems of quantum mechanics are concerned, Bohmian mechanics as it presently exists is entirely successful, I can't understand why, if you are aware of this fact, you should be at all surprised by its appeal. This is particularly puzzling because you go on to say that "we really do need to understand quantum mechanics better in quantum cosmology ... where no outside observer is even imaginable." After all, from a Bohmian perspective, this presents no conceptual problem whatsoever, so that at the very least Bohmian mechanics might give us important clues for quantum cosmology.
The basic difference between decoherent histories and Bohmian mechanics is a simple one: Bohmian mechanics exists, trivially, while decoherent histories remains merely a research program. The point is that in trying to assign probabilities to histories using the Wigner formula (which is more or less just the diagonal of the decoherence functional of Gell-Mann and Hartle) one runs into very serious problems of consistency, problems that the various decoherence conditions that are formulated in terms of the decoherence functional don't entirely resolve. Many complications ensue. Gell-Mann and Hartle have proposed various conditions which conceivably could overcome all the difficulties and provide us with a well-defined theory that could then be judged for simplicity and what have you. But I believe that as of yet no one has proposed conditions which have been shown to resolve all difficulties.
Unfortunately Bohmian mechanics is a nonrelativistic theory, and so it is of value primarily for the lessons it conveys about finding a sensible interpretation of quantum mechanics that is relativistic, rather than for the specific details of the theory itself. Now the question you raised about pair creation is, of course, very important. Bohmian mechanics itself is not a theory with particle creation or annihilation. However, I see no reason why some Bohm-type theory should not permit these things.
Here are two ways they could arise: What might be called the Bohm motion for the Klein-Gordon equation permits trajectories that can reverse time direction, which can naturally be regarded as describing pair annihilation or creation depending on the sense of the reversal. Also, if the basic variables were field configurations, then a Bohm-type evolution for such configurations that permits the number of particle-like elements (solitons or what have you) of the field configuration to change during the course of the evolution might well exist.
I think the virtues of Bohmian mechanics that I've described easily account for its appeal for philosophers of science. As far as sociologists of science are concerned, I wasn't aware that it had much appeal for them. (I know that Norton Wise refers to it, but that was because he knew about it - from a philosophy of quantum mechanics seminar at Princeton that he occasionally attended, if from nothing else - and because he could use it to criticize you. In general there is nothing in Bohmian mechanics that should be congenial to the postmodern sensibility. Quite the contrary, since Bohmian mechanics trivially restores to quantum mechanics the rationality that postmodernists were so happy to think had been precluded by the quantum revolution, a rationality to which the advocates of the Copenhagen interpretation seem none too sympathetic.
Incidentally, with regard to the matter of scientific realism, the American and British philosophers of science are pretty much on your side, more so I would imagine than the typical physicist. In fact, positivism was abandoned by American philosophers several decades ago, with physicists lagging one or two decades behind in this regard. It is hard to find American philosophers nowadays who will defend positivism, but it is not at all that difficult to find physicists mouthing positivistic slogans, particularly when in deep quantum mode.
A few days after I sent my previous e-mail message to you, I realized that "Oldstein" is the physicist Shelly Goldstein. I was going to write you to apologize, so I was especially glad to see from your message that I was already forgiven.
You are pretty persuasive about Bohmism. Is there a succinct (emphasis on succinct) clear statement of Bohm's theory that I can read?


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