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A Natural Wonder in Peril
The Reef: A Passionate History: The Great Barrier Reef from Captain Cook to Climate Change
by Iain McCalman
Richard Ling – A blue sea star resting on coral in the Great Barrier Reef, along the northeast coast of Australia. 'Fully half of the Great Barrier Reef has already been killed,' Tim Flannery writes. 'Not all the damage has been inflicted by acid and heat, yet as the years go by these emerge as the overwhelming threats.'
Scientific American/Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 336 pp., $27.00
Australia's Great Barrier Reef stretches for around 1,430 miles along the continent's northeast coast, encompassing an area roughly half the size of Texas. Those who have dived into its pristine reaches know firsthand that it is one of Earth's natural wonders—a coral world of exceptional beauty and diversity. Yet as Iain McCalman's "passionate history" of the reef makes clear, it is also a stage on which dreams, ambitions, and great human tragedies have been played out. He tells his story by chronicling lives that, either inadvertently or intentionally, have shaped our perception of the coralline labyrinth.
Just who discovered the reef is a matter of conjecture. Certainly Captain James Cook encountered it in 1770 as he charted Australia's east coast in His Majesty's bark Endeavour. But did he recognize the formation as a whole? The reef forms a kind of funnel that narrows northward. In its southern reaches it is so wide-mouthed that Cook failed to notice it. Only as he approached the latitude of present-day Cooktown did he realize that he had become ensnared in a coral maze.
Close to midnight on the night of June 10, Endeavour struck bottom, then stuck fast. In the darkness Cook and his crew were about as far from home and help as anyone could be. The great navigator understood that even if the vessel could be hauled free, it would likely sink. He foresaw that sailors would scrabble for seats in the longboat, but believed that those who succeeded could expect a far grislier death at the hands of "the most rude and uncivilized" people on earth than those who surrendered to the sea.
Still, there was no choice but to risk all. Waiting for a high tide, Cook had the vessel hauled free—and later found that a piece of coral the size of a fist had stuck in the hull, partially stopping the flow of water and allowing the ship to reach the Endeavour River, where it was careened and repaired.
Around six weeks later, after several anxious days threading the labyrinth, the repairedEndeavour finally reached the open sea. Then Cook did an astonishing thing—he ordered the vessel turned around, so he could find a way back in and continue his coastal survey. At 4 AM on August 16, the reef was again making itself known. The sound of a great surf "foaming to a vast height" filled every ear.
Waves that had gained strength by traveling the breadth of the Pacific were rearing up, then dashing themselves before the serrated coral ramparts. With no ground for an anchor and not a puff of wind, the ship lay helpless as the incoming tide carried it ever closer to what Cook knew was "the very jaws of distruction." Amid waves "mountains high," Joseph Banks, the expedition's gentleman naturalist, later recalled, "a speedy death was all we had to hope for."
For two hours in the predawn gloom the desperate crew rowed for their lives as they attempted to tow Endeavour clear, but the tide was unrelenting. Then, at first light, a few slight puffs of wind were felt. Cook would live to find his passage and complete his chart. But at what cost in mortal peril?
At the beginning of the nineteenth century Captain Matthew Flinders continued charting where Cook had left off. Remembered as the man who gave both Australia and the Great Barrier Reef their names, he was also the first European to show an appreciation of the reef's beauty. Peering through clear water near the Northumberland Islands, he recorded seeing
a new creation, as it was to us, but imitative of the old…. We had wheat sheaves, mushrooms, stag horns, cabbage leaves, and a variety of other forms, glowing under water with vivid tints of every shade betwixt green, purple, brown, and white; equalling in beauty and excelling in grandeur the most favourite parterre of the curious florist.
For all the reef's beauty, Flinders "could not long forget with what destruction it was pregnant."
The safe passages surveyed by Cook and Flinders had, by the mid-nineteenth century, become popular shipping routes. Yet every soul passing though that beauteous landscape surely experienced moments of terror. The realization that corals were living organisms "which lurk and even grow" was particularly unsettling. Shipping channels charted as clear as little as thirty years previously could thus sometimes prove to be bristling with dangers.
The fate awaiting travelers, if the shudder and groan of coral upon hull ever was heard, was there for all to read in the newspapers and penny dreadfuls of the day. They lingered particularly upon the fates of those who reached shore, and few held such morbid fascination to the Victorian public as the white women cast away among cannibals.
When the trading brig Stirling Castle, bound from Sydney to Singapore, struck a reef and sank two hundred miles off Australia's northeast coast in 1836, the captain's wife was among a handful who gained a seat in the longboat. Eliza Fraser reached shore on Great Sandy Isle (soon renamed Fraser Island after her), where she lived for six weeks among the Badtjala Aboriginal people, before being rescued by a convict.
The newspapers of the day could not get enough of her story, and Fraser herself proved to be an able self-promoter. When she arrived in London in 1837, she visited a Mr. Kelly, the city's Lord Mayor, who was also a small-time publisher. Realizing that he had a potential best seller on his hands, he turned to John Curtis, a journalist at The Times, to write up Fraser's story.
McCalman tells us that "all early nineteenth-century British newspapers relied to some degree on income procured by small-scale bribery or blackmail." So it was that Kelly paid Curtis to pen "a sparkling, real-life newspaper melodrama of cannibalism, imprisonment, murder, torture, and sexual violation." The book that followed, SHIPWRECK of the STIRLING CASTLE,…the Dreadful Sufferings of the Crew,… THE CRUEL MURDER OF CAPTAIN FRASER BY THE SAVAGES [and]…the Horrible Barbarity of the Cannibals Inflicted upon THE CAPTAIN'S WIDOW, Whose Unparalleled Sufferings Are Stated by Herself…, set, in a moment, European attitudes toward the native peoples of the Great Barrier Reef region. Much of the tale was wild exaggeration, yet the beliefs it fostered made massacre, displacement, rape, and murder of the natives seem more justified.
Just how sensational Curtis's book is becomes evident from reading other shipwreck narratives. When the 313-ton bark Charles Eaton, India-bound out of Sydney, was wrecked in 1834 in the Torres Strait, most of the crew were massacred. But two boys, sixteen-year- old John Ireland and three-year-old William D'Oyley, narrowly escaped and were rescued by the people of Boydang Island. The fate of the Charles Eaton remained unknown until late 1836, when news arrived in England just in time for John Curtis to include it in his book. But even he found it hard to turn the boys' rescuers into monsters—it was clear from their testimony that the lads were genuinely fond of their adoptive parents.
Ignoring such inconveniences, Curtis took it upon himself to recommend how the Europeans might deal with the reef natives. "Exterminate the whole of the inhabitants" was one option, though he admitted that he preferred subjugation and conversion to Christianity. Yet driven by Curtis's hyperbole, frequently extermination was the result.
It is a strange fact of Australian history that the most informative of the shipwreck sagas remained all but unknown until the late twentieth century. One of these concerns Barbara Thompson. She was just thirteen in 1844 when she ran away to sea with her lover, William Thompson, captain of the cutter America. Shipwrecked on Madjii Reef in the Torres Strait, she was rescued by three Aboriginal boys and adopted when a couple recognized—by certain features of her chin and eyes—that she was their daughter Giom, who had recently drowned. The pale wraith from the sea was thus the returned Giom—marki naroka, a ghost maiden.
Giom, who lived among the islands for five years, soon adapted to life there. She forgot her English and much of her past life, and seems to have taken the charismatic young man Boroto as her lover—marriage with marki naroka being prohibited among the Kaurareg people—and it is thought she bore him the child Outsie, meaning "muddy water."
What we know about Thompson's life is owed to the unique talents and dedication of Oswald Brierly, the thirty-one-year-old artist aboard HMS Rattlesnake, which "rescued" Thompson. His commitment to learning the local dialects and to living among the Kaurareg during theRattlesnake's extended stay in the Torres Strait gave him unique insights into the culture. Like Thompson, he too was adopted into a clan.
Brierly's journal and glorious sketches—which unaccountably remained unpublished for over a century—reveal a deep fascination with the Kaurareg and their technology. Again and again he drew and painted the outrigger canoe Kyee Mareeni—Big Shadow—owned by the senior man Manu. "I had," he writes, "long admired but never till now seen anything that realized so much the idea of beauty." And just as he dwelt upon details of the outrigger's construction, so did he dwell on the subtleties of character—including minutely observed details of their physical appearance, personalities, and idiosyncracies—of his islander friends.
Why did Brierly's masterpiece of ethnography remain unpublished until 1979? It could have done so much to rectify the gross caricature of the peoples of the reef region as cannibals and sadistic murderers. But perhaps that was the point: as told by Brierly, Thompson's story failed to reinforce the stereotype.
Toward the end of the nineteenth century, accounts of shipwreck among native cultures descended from hyperbole into grand farce. Henri Louis Grin (alias Louis de Rougemont) was a Swiss sailor who claims to have been shipwrecked on the Great Barrier Reef and to have lived with the Aborigines for years. His account—serialized in Wide World Magazine—became an instant sensation and was followed by a best-selling book. Scandalously, The Adventures of Louis de Rougemont and its serialized predecessor were entirely invented. Even the fact that Grin ended his days in a circus sideshow as "The Greatest Liar on Earth" did little to puncture his fame. Decades before, Samuel Clemens had written, "Australian history…does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies." Especially in the case of Grin, these words were prescient.
Ben Cropp/Auscape/The Image Works – A venomous red lionfish, native to the Indo-Pacific, in the Great Barrier Reef
Grin embroidered his fantasy with two of the most extraordinary shipwreck survival stories ever written. James Morrill was twenty-two when in 1846 the Peruvian, a Dundee-based merchantman carrying timber from Sydney to China, foundered near present-day Townsville, while Narcisse Pellettier was just fourteen in 1858 when the French merchantman Saint-Paulcame to grief off Cape Direction, on Cape York. Both were adopted by Aboriginal clans and integrated easily into tribal life.
Each castaway lived with his adopted family for seventeen years, and both left stories packed with insights into a now vanished way of life. Morrill's adventures were recounted in a brief pamphlet published shortly after his "rescue," while Pelletier's biography appeared in French in 1876. Yet for McCalman their real significance lies in how, Grin's borrowings aside, they were ignored by the Australian public. It was not until 2006 that Morrill's account was first republished, and then in America, while Pelletier's appeared for the first time in English only in 2009. One possible explanation is that, as it went about dispossessing its native peoples, colonial Australia needed the fiction of tribal barbarism as a balm for its guilt.
By the end of the nineteenth century the native tribes of the reef area had been largely subdued or exterminated, and a growing sea snail and pearl shell industry was established. Accordingly, governments sought experts to advise on managing the reef's bounty. The most illustrious of those recruited was William Saville-Kent, today regarded as the founding father of Australian reef science.
Saville-Kent's childhood was not easy. When William was three, his harsh and promiscuous father began siring a second brood with the live-in governess, in the family home. William's mother, ailing and perhaps despairing, died thereafter, leaving William and his siblings isolated and emotionally crushed. William had one ally—his sister Constance, who like him was congenitally syphilitic courtesy of their father. At the ages of eleven and twelve respectively, William and Constance absconded from their unhappy home, but were forcibly returned. The press covered their story, and it seems possible that Charles Dickens adapted it in his last and unfinished work, The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
In 1860, a few years after their forced return, the body of William and Constance's three-year-old half-brother Francis was discovered dumped in an outhouse. The child had been savagely stabbed and all but beheaded. Suspicion fell upon the runaways and although Inspector Whicher of Scotland Yard, who led the inquiry, could not obtain a conviction, he was convinced of the children's guilt. He never lost interest in the case, and five years later Constance confessed that she was the sole murderer. William had embarked on a career in science and was due to inherit money from his mother's estate. Only by absolving him and refusing a plea of insanity—which might cast doubts on William's mental state and thus threaten his inheritance—could Constance protect her brother's interests. The cost was heavy indeed—the death sentence for a teenage girl, later commuted to twenty years in prison.
Rendered sterile by his inherited syphilis, and with a difficult and withdrawn personality, William chose life in a remote colonial outpost. In 1888 the Queensland government asked him to join a surveying expedition of Australia's north, and concurred with his suggestion that they appoint him commissioner of North Australian fisheries.
It was not just fisheries but the reef in its entirety that interested William Saville-Kent. A keen amateur photographer, he set about documenting its beauty and diversity. His book The Great Barrier Reef of Australia: Its Products and Potentialities was published in 1893. The Scotsmanhailed it as the "first authority on its subject," while Nature—already on its way to being the world's foremost science journal—commended its photographs, which allowed the public to see for the first time, it said, the wonders of the reef for themselves. At last, admiration began to replace fear of the great coral labyrinth.
In later life Saville-Kent turned to commerce. He claimed to have discovered the secret of culturing spherical pearls, and in 1906 formed a pearl-culturing company. An assistant asserted that he actually succeeded in culturing perfect pearls, but when the pioneering biologist died of a blocked bowel in 1908, his notes on pearl culture proved unintelligible.
If Saville-Kent opened the door to public appreciation of the reef, it was the journalist E.J. Banfield who introduced it to the masses. He was forty-four, disillusioned, and in ill health when he visited Dunk Island, near Townsville, in 1896. Having read Thoreau's Walden, he fantasized about living beside the fringing reef with its white sandy beach and rainforest-covered peaks. With the help of a family of Aborigines, who held traditional title to the island, he and his wife Bertha built a house and garden there, and began exploring the wonderland that surrounded them.
Banfield's account of his island paradise, published as The Confessions of a Beachcomber in 1908, was an instant hit. It was the perfect panacea for the city-bound office worker, and was followed by two wildly popular sequels. Visitors flocked to the reef and among them were scientists bent on trying to understand the origins of the vast structure.
Coral reefs are based on large collections of very small sedentary marine animals that take the form of polyps—they resemble sea anemones, having columnar bodies, with a mouth surrounded by tentacles. Since they can only grow in sunlit waters, how are we to account for the coral atolls rising abruptly from the sunless depths? A crucial insight was provided by Charles Darwin, who launched his scientific career with a paper speculating that coral reefs and atolls were built upon slowly subsiding volcanic foundations. As the coastlines and mountaintops sank, the growth of the coral, with living animals building on skeletons, was sufficient to fill in the space that was opened up, and so the distinctive "barriers" and 0-shaped atolls were formed.
In 1896 Alex Agassiz—son of the renowned Harvard zoologist Louis Agassiz, who was among the most prominent resisters of Darwin's evolutionary theory—embarked on a cruise of the Great Barrier Reef aimed at disproving Darwin's theory of coral reef formation. As a result of a damning review of his father Louis's scientific research by Darwin, Alex bore a deep sense of grievance. He was joined in his anti-Darwinian crusade by many, including the Duke of Argyll and a trio of eloquent English bishops, who believed that if they could refute Darwin's theory of coral reef formation, his ideas on evolution might well vanish too.
Alex Agassiz's expedition was a flop, coming up with nothing conclusive to demolish Darwin's theory. It took the technology of the atomic age to settle the dispute. In the 1950s American scientists prepared to detonate a hydrogen bomb on Eniwetok Atoll. They drilled deep into the reef, penetrating 4,629 feet through fossil coral, and finally reached volcanic rock. Darwin's subsidence theory was proved.
A young student of Alex Agassiz, Alfred Mayor, was destined to have greater impact. He discovered that corals were exquisitely sensitive to changes in water temperature, speculating in 1914 that "those forms which are sensitive to high temperature are correspondingly affected by…the influence of CO2." Around eighty years later, as climate change began to have an effect, his prescience became clear: he had identified the mechanisms of reef destruction.
The 1920s saw a systematic scientific effort aimed at understanding the Great Barrier Reef, when what became known as the Cambridge expedition settled at the Low Isles in the Torres Strait to conduct its research. In a series of reports published between 1930 and 1968, its scientists slowly unlocked the reef's innermost secrets. Their most important discoveries concerned the extent of cooperation that prevails between species in the coralline mass. From the algae that live in the bodies of the coral polyps to the glass eels that inhabit the anuses of sea cucumbers, it is symbiosis that permits the reef to survive.
This new scientific appreciation did not expunge a more base view. In a study published in 1925, J. Stanley Gardiner, head of Britain's fisheries department, stated that the reef was "a great nuisance to navigation…because it…destroys 70,000 to 80,000 square miles of most admirable trawling ground." This functionalist attitude came to the fore again in 1968. The Queensland premier, Joh Bjelke- Petersen, was—according to McCalman—a man with "the hide of a rhinoceros and the mind-set of a hyena." He was determined to mine the reef for fertilizer and drill it for oil and gas. All that stood in his way was a grassroots environmental movement led by a poet, a forester, and an artist. The poet was Judith Wright, one of Australia's most celebrated writers. Nonetheless their task seemed impossible.
The Queensland premier used every opportunity to brand the protesters as "a lunatic fringe," "nitwits," "cranks," and "rat-bags." Were it not for the 1967 Torrey Canyon disaster, spilling crude oil off the coast of Cornwall, and an oil spill off Santa Barbara in 1969, Bjelke-Petersen might well have had his way. As it was, in 1975, a left-leaning federal government acted to protect the reef by instituting the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Act.
Despite such protections, today the reef has never been in greater peril. A vast new coal port is being planned for Abbott Point, on the Queensland coast. It involves dredging five million tons of mud, to be dumped within the reef. The coal reserves of Queensland's Galilee Basin will pass through Abbott Point, increasing the global seaborne coal trade by a third. With conservative state and federal governments determined to exploit the mineral, only its low price (currently around US$68 per ton) and a handful of protesters stand in the way.
Despite a ban on drilling for oil, fossil fuels have made a devastating stealth attack on the reef. The first intimations came in the 1970s, when areas of coral turned white, then died. Coral bleaching—as the phenomenon is known—occurs when underwater heat waves act to put stress on the coral polyps, causing them to eject the algae living in their tissues and so turning them white. Without algal partners they cannot grow the bony skeleton that forms the reef, and over weeks the coral polyps slowly starve and die, leaving a white skeleton. Even without bleaching, the rise in ocean acidity caused by CO2 dissolving into seawater will prevent the corals from laying down their bony skeletons. So it is that heat and acid, derived from burning fossil fuels, kills the reef.
The reef's current champion, Dr. Charlie Vernon, saw his first bleached coral—a four-inch-square patch—off Palm Island in the early 1980s. Now, he says, it's "horrible to see…corals that are four, five, six hundred years old…die" from the heat. For the reef, Vernon says, catastrophic global warming has already arrived.
William Saville-Kent's photographic record provides a poignant historic benchmark of the reef's decline. Because he was always careful to keep some landmark in the background, the locations of his photographs can still be traced. We see that what a century ago was a delightful coral garden is today a scene of utter devastation. The full extent of damage inflicted on the reef became evident in 2012, when a study revealed that fully half of the Great Barrier Reef has already been killed.1 Not all the damage has been inflicted by acid and heat, yet as the years go by these emerge as the overwhelming threats.
If the rate at which humanity is currently burning fossil fuels continues, the world will be around 7.2 degrees Fahrenheit warmer by 2100 than it was in 1800. Can the reef adapt? A recent study shows that if the Great Barrier Reef were to keep pace with a 7.2 degree rise in temperature, its complex ecosystems would need to migrate southward at the rate of twenty-four miles per year. Yet corals seem unable to migrate at rates greater than six miles per year. So, it appears, climate change will simply outpace the reef. Even if we slow the rate of change, the damage will be monumental. Scientists foresee that "the majority of existing coral reef ecosystems are likely to disappear if average global temperature rises much above 1.5°C above the preindustrial values."2
Australians say they love their reef, yet today their actions show that they love easy money more. As an earlier generation struggled to save the coralline wonderland, Judith Wright said of her people:
We are conquerors and self-poisoners
more than scorpion or snake
and dying of the venoms that we make
even while you die of us.
Today the fate of one of the most magnificent ecosystems of our planet lies in the hands of some of the most technologically advanced and affluent people who have ever existed. We shall soon know whether they value their natural heritage sufficiently to avert a great coral apocalypse.
1Glenn De'eath et al., "The 27-Year Decline of Coral Cover on the Great Barrier Reef and Its Causes," Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, October 1, 2012.
2See "Australia's Marine Resources in a Warm, Acid Ocean" by Ove Hoegh-Guldberg et al., inFour Degrees of Global Warming: Australia in a Hot World, edited by Peter Christoff (Earthscan, 2014).
Tim Flannery in http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2014/aug/14/great-barrier-reef-natural-wonder-peril/
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Q: UPDATE SQL table based on query I have a table called students with 1000 students in. I have a query which tells me which of those students has free tuition. In the stduents table I have a field called FreeTuition and I want to populate/update that field with the results of the query. Do I need to use some kind of loop?
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Aurora in Four Voices
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This limited edition anthology offers a selection of Catherine's shorter fiction, stories set in the Saga of the Skolian Empire, also known as the Tales of the Ruby Dynasty. In 2011, when Catherine appeared as a Guest of Honor at the literary convention Windycon in Chicago, they released a limited edition collection of her work. Originally published by ISFic Press, the anthology gathers some of her shorter fiction into one volume. Titled Aurora in Four Voices after the Hugo and Nebula nominated novella of the same name, it has the following table of contents:
Introduction, by Kate Dolan
Aurora in Four Voices (Analog, 1998). Hugo nominated novella
Ave de Paso, short story in Redshift: Extreme Visions of Speculative Fiction and Fantasy: the Best of 2001.
The Spacetime Pool (Analog 2008), Nebula winning novella.
Light and Shadow (Analog 1994), short story, first published tale in the Skolian saga.
The City of Cries, novella in Down These Dark Spaceways (2005). Introduces Major Bhaajan mystery series.
A Poetry of Angles and Dreams, essay written by Catherine about math concepts in her fiction.
Afterword, by Aly Parsons
Bibliography for Catherine's work up through 2011
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Introduction to Aurora in Four Voices
I'm often asked how I think up story ideas. Although sometimes I can answer, for many stories I'm not sure. I have no idea how "Aurora in Four Voices" came about; it just evolved as I wrote. I already knew the character Soz; she appears a central figure in my Ruby Dynasty stories of the Skolian Empire. But the idea for a city of mathematical artists, geniuses who live in an endless night, striving to make beauty out of darkness—I have no clue what motivated that idea. This much I can say: it poured out of me at a time when I was a struggling writer with the earnest hopes of someday being published. The characters and the world seemed to write themselves, deepening each time I went over the story.
I sent "Aurora in Four Voices" to Stan Schmidt, the editor of Analog, more than twenty years ago. I'd previously accumulated several rejections from the magazine, but he had invited me to send more work. Although it the invite still came as a form letter, it offered a lifeline to a writer working so hard to find a professional home for her work. So I took a deep breath and sent him this novella. Although I can no longer remember exact dates, and my records are packed away in a box somewhere, I believe the letter Stan wrote to me about this story offered the first personalized editorial input I received from a major magazine after sending a story "blind" to the periodical. Stan found me in the proverbial slush pile.
"Aurora in Four Voices" didn't become my first published story; those were "Dance in Blue," a novelette that appeared in the David Hartwell anthology Christmas Forever, published first in 1993 and later in Steven Silver's anthology Wondrous Beginnings from2003. My first Analog story was "Light and Shadow," which appeared in 1994 and is reprinted elsewhere in this anthology.
"Aurora," however, became my first cover story in Analog. It received nominations for both the Hugo and Nebula, to my jaw-dropping surprise. It "won" the first round of balloting for the 1999 Hugo in that sense that it had the most votes. However, it didn't have quite enough to win according to the Australian balloting system (Worldcon was even in Australia that year). It went through all the rounds of the system, winning each, but never by enough, until the last round. On that one, Greg Egan's "Oceanic" inched ahead and won by two votes. Although it was a disappointment, I've always loved Egan's work; his "Wang's Carpets" remains one of my favorite novellas. If I was going to lose to anyone, having it be an author I so greatly respected made it easier.
"Aurora in Four Voices" is among of my favorites of the stories I've written. I hope you enjoy reading the novella.
Catherine Asaro
The Dreamers of Nightingale
He missed the sun.
The planet Ansatz boasted one city, Nightingale, a gem that graced eternal night. Just as a diamond sparkles because the light that ventures into its heart is captured, bouncing from face to face, so Jato Stormson was trapped in Nightingale. Unlike the light inside a faceted diamond, however, he could never escape.
After a few years, his memories of home faded. He could no longer picture the sun-parched farm on the planet Sandstorm where he had spent his boyhood. It was always dark in Nightingale.
The Dreamers—the artistic geniuses who had created Nightingale—were also mathematical prodigies. That was why they named their planet Ansatz. It referred to a method of solving differential equations. Make a guess, an ansatz, for the solution and see if it solved the equation. If it didn't, make another guess. Another ansatz. Jato felt as if he were trapped on a guess of a world.
Tonight he went to the EigenDome, an establishment for dancing. He sat at a table and waited for the drink server, but no one came to his table. That was why he rarely visited the Dome. The artist who had designed the place considered it aesthetic to have humans serve the drinks, and the humans in Nightingale ignored him. But tonight he was lonelier than usual and even the icy Dreamers were better than no company at all.
Made from synthetic diamond, the Dome resembled a truncated soccer ball. Jato had looked up its history in the city library and found a treatise on how the Dome mimicked the spherical molecule buckyball. Its holographic lighting evoked the quantum eigenfunctions that described that molecular sphere. He didn't understand the physics, but he appreciated the beauty it produced. Tonight Dreamers were everywhere, dancing, talking, humming. Centuries of playing with their genes and living in perpetual night had bleached their skin almost to translucence. Their hair floated around their bodies like silver smoke. Light from lamps outside the Dome refracted through the diamond walls, gracing the interior with rainbows that collected in pools of color. The Dreamers glistened like quantum ghosts.
Across the Dome, the doors abruptly opened. A spacer stood in the doorway, her body haloed by the rainbow light. This was no Dreamer. She looked solid. Sun-touched. She must have come in on one of the rare ships that visited Nightingale; rare, because the Dreamers allowed no immigration and most sun-dwellers found a city of unrelieved night too depressing for tourism. The only reason people came to Ansatz was to trade for a Dream.
Ah, yes. The Trade.
Dreamers made a simple offer; give one of them a pleasant dream and in return the Dreamer would give you a work of art. They allowed you ten days to try. After that, you had to leave Nightingale, trade or no trade. Considering the prices that Dreamer art claimed throughout the Imperialate, that trade seemed astoundingly one-sided, the offer of great treasure for no more than a nice dream.
Jato had let the lure of that promise fool him. He spent years saving for the ticket to Ansatz. But how do you give a dream? It was harder than it sounded, particularly given how sun-dwelling humans revolted the Dreamers. The same husky build and rugged looks that had won him such admiration back home repelled the Dreamers. Considering their disdain for ugliness, he feared they wouldn't even let him stay the ten days.
They never let him go.
So now he sat by himself and watched the spacer walk to a table across in the Dome. The woman had no jacket; Nightingale's weather machines kept the climate pleasant, free from the fierce winds the tore at the rest of Ansatz. She wore dark pants tucked into boots and a white sweater with gold rings on the upper arms. Her clothing seemed familiar, but Jato couldn't place why. Her hair was a cloud of black curls with gold tips, and she had large eyes. Her skin had a dusky hue, full of rosy blooming health. None of the Dreamers spared her a second look, but Jato thought she was lovely.
She sat down—and a server showed up to take her order. Irked, Jato got up and headed for the laser bar, meaning to insist they serve him. Reaching the bar, however, was no simple feat. The Dome's floor consisted of nested rings, each slowly rotating in one direction or the other. The book he had found in the library described some business about "mapping coefficients in quantum superpositions onto ring velocities." All he knew was that it took a computer to coordinate the motion so patrons could step from one ring to another without falling. Dreamers carried it off with grace, but he had never mastered the skill.
Eventually he navigated his way to the dance floor, a languid disk turning in the Dome's center. Dancers drifted away from him, slim and willowy, silver-eyed works of art. On the other side of the rotating disk, he ventured into the rings again and was soon being carried this way and that. Each time he neared a hovertable occupied by Dreamers, it floated away on cushions of air. He wished just once someone would look up, admit his presence, offer a greeting. Anything.Meanwhile, the server brought the spacer her drink, a Laser-Drop in a wide-mouthed bottle. Tiny lights in the glass suffused the drink with color: helium-neon red, zinc-selenium blue, sodium yellow. Drink in hand, she settled back to watch the dancers.
Jato quit pretending it was the bar he wanted and headed for the spacer. But whenever he neared her hovertable, people and tables that had been drifting away from him suddenly blocked his path. The spacer meanwhile finished her drink, slid a payment chip into the table slot, and headed for the door. He started after her—and the until then absent drink server suddenly appeared, blocking the way, his back to Jato, his tray of laser-hued drinks held high.
Jato scowled. He had always been long on patience and short on words, but even the most stoic man could only take so much. He put his hand against the server's back and pushed, not hard, just enough to make the fellow move. The server stumbled and his tray jumped, rum splashing out of the jars in plump drops. Even then, no one looked at Jato, not even the server.
Gritting his teeth, Jato made his way to the door. Outside, lamps lit the entrance, but beyond their luminous circles, night reigned under a sky rich with stars. He strode away from the Dome, his fists clenched. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing how well they provoked him.
The Dome was on the city outskirts, near the edge of the large plateau where the Dreamers had built Nightingale. The Giant's Skeleton Mountains surrounded the plateau, falling away from it on three sides and rising in sheer cliffs on the fourth, here in the north. The peaks piled up higher and higher in the distance, until they become a jagged line against the star-dazzled sky. The Dreamers claimed they had built Nightingale as a challenge: can you create beauty in so forbidding a place? So they said. Jato had heard less savory reasons put forth for why they lived here in the dark, but the Dreamers denied them.
In the past, Jato's attempts at convincing spacers to smuggle him off-planet had failed. He never gave up, though. In the distant shadows, the spacer was climbing the SquareCase, a set of stairs carved into a cliff. The first step was one centimeter high, the second four centimeters, the third nine, and so on, their heights increasing as the square of integers. The first twenty ran parallel to the cliff, but then they turned at a right angle and stepped into the mountains, rising taller and taller, until they became cliffs themselves, too high, too dark, and too distant to distinguish.
By the time he reached the SquareCase, the spacer was on the tenth step, a ledge about the height of her waist. She stopped and sat on it, half hidden in the dark while she watched him climb toward her. He approached slowly and stopped on the ninth step.
"Can I do something for you?" she asked.
"I wondered if you wanted a guide to the city." It sounded unconvincing even to him, but it was the best introduction he could think of.
"Thank you," she said. "But I'm fine." The conversation screeched to a halt.
He tried again. "I don't often get a chance to talk to anyone from off-planet."
"I noticed my ship was the only one in port."
`"Did you come to trade for a Dream?"
"No. Just minor repairs." Her eyes were large in the dark. "I'll be leaving as soon they're done."
Behind her, a distant globe appeared, sparkling with lights in a fractal pattern. It floated forward, over a meter in diameter, its surface patterned by delicate curls of the Mandelbrot set, swirls fringed by swirls fringed by swirls in an unending pattern of ever more minute lace.
Following his gaze, the woman glanced back. "What is that?"
"A robot drone. It monitors this staircase."
She turned back to him. "Why does that make you angry?"
"Angry?" How had she known? "I'm not angry."
"What does it do?" she asked.
"I'll show you." Jato hauled his muscular bulk onto the tenth step. Although he towered over the spacer, she seemed unperturbed, simply scooting over to let him pass. That self-confidence impressed him as much as her beauty. When he stepped toward the eleventh step, the globe whirred into his face. When he tried to push it away, the robot rammed his shoulder so hard he fell to one knee.
"Hey!" The woman jumped up and grabbed for him, as if she actually thought she could stop someone his size from falling. "Why the blazes did it do that?"
He stood up, brushing rock dust off his trousers. "As a warning."
That's when she did it. She smiled. "Whatever for?"
Jato hardly heard her. All he saw was her smile. It dazzled.
After a moment, her smile faded. "Are you all right?" she asked.
He refocused his thoughts. "What?"
"You're just staring at me."
"Sorry." He motioned at the globe. "It was warning me to stay within the city border, which crosses the cliff here." Having the drones watch him up here was almost funny. As if he could actually escape Nightingale by climbing a staircase that grew geometrically.
"Why can't you leave the city?" she asked.
He couldn't tell her, not yet. Eight years ago, the Dreamers had showed up at his room in the Whisper Inn and locked his wrists behind his back with cuffs made from sterling silver Mobius strips. He hadn't had any idea what was happening until they put him on trial. They convicted him of a murder that had never happened and sentenced him to life in prison.
Supposedly, years of treatment had "cured" him, and he no longer posed a danger to society. So the Dreamers had let him out of his cell, which had never been a cell anyway but an apartment under the city. For a giddy span of hours he had thought they meant to send him home; if he was no longer dangerous, why keep him under sentence?
He soon found out otherwise.
For the Dreamers who believed in his guilt, which was most of them, it would take a lifetime for him to atone. One of their most renowned artists, a man called Crankenshaft Granite, had argued that it would be almost as much a punishment for a man like Jato to spend his life confined to Nightingale as it was to confine him to a single apartment. But by making the city his jail, they showed their compassion for a criminal who had turned away from his violent nature. Jato saw why that logic appealed to the Dreamers, who for some reason had a driving need to see themselves as kind, yet who scorned all sun-dwellers and saw them deserving of neither freedom nor friendship.
It was all lies. He knew the truth. Crankenshaft's motives had nothing to do with compassion. The only reason Jato had even a modicum more freedom now was because it made Crankenshaft's life easier.
Jato didn't want to see that wary look on this woman's face, the one spacers wore when they learned his story. Not yet. He wanted these few minutes without the weight of his murder conviction pressing on them. So instead of telling her, he pointed at his feet and made a joke. "This is where I live. These are my coordinates."
She blinked. "Your what?"
So much for his scintillating wit. "Coordinates," he repeated. "This staircase is the plot of a non-linear step function."
She laughed like the sweet ringing of a bell. "Why would anyone go to all this work just to make a big plot?"
"It's art." He wished she would laugh again. It was a glorious sound.
"This is some art," she said. "But you haven't told me why your people won't letyou leave."
His people? She thought he was a Dreamer? That would have been funny if it wasn't so absurd. It wasn't only that he bore no resemblance to the ethereal Dreamers. They were also gifted at art and mathematics, neither of which he had talent for. Yet this beautiful woman thought he was both.
Jato grinned at her. "They like me. They don't want me to go."
She stared at him, her mouth opening.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
She closed her mouth and a blush touched her cheeks. "What?"
"I—your smile—" Her blush deepened. "My apologies. I'm rather tired." She gave him a formal nod. "My pleasure at your company." With that, she headed back down the stairs.
He almost went after her, stunned by her abrupt leave-taking. But he managed to keep from making a fool of himself. Instead, he stood in the shadows and watched her descend the SquareCase.
Jato turned into the underground corridor that dead-ended at his apartment—and found a Mandelbrot globe waiting at the door. Given that he lived nowhere near Nightingale's perimeter, only one reason existed for its presence here. Crankenshaft had sent it. With Jato no longer confined to his apartment, Crankenshaft could have his robotic minions bring Jato to him rather than the Dreamer having to come down here.
Jato spun around and ran, his boots clanging on the metal floor. If he could find a side passage too narrow for the globe to follow, he might escape. It was a stupid game Crankenshaft played; if Jato evaded capture, Crankenshaft let him have the day off.
A whirring came from behind him. The drone hit his side and he stumbled into the wall, bringing up his arms to protect his face. An aperture opened on the globe and an air syringe slid out, accompanied by an ugly hiss as it shot him.
His view of the hall wavered, darkened, faded …
Jato slowly opened his eyes. A face floated above him, an aged Dreamer with eyes like ice. Gusts of wind fluttered her silver hair around her cheeks. He knew that gaunt face. It belonged to Silicate Glacier. Crankenshaft's wife.
Crankenshaft was standing behind her. Tall for a Dreamer, he had a well-kept physique that belied his one hundred and six years of age. Black hair covered his head in bristles. He had two-tone eyes, grey bordered by red, like old ice in ruby rings.
Jato spoke hoarsely. "How long?"
"You have slept several hours," Crankenshaft said.
"I meant, how long do you need me for?" Jato rasped. He felt as if a maglev had hit him.
"I don't know," Crankenshaft said coolly. "We will see."
As Jato sat up, Silicate stepped back, avoiding contact with him. He swung his legs over the stone ledge where he had been lying. Crankenshaft had chosen the big studio today. This shelf jutted out of the west wall, an otherwise blank plane of grey stone. On the left, the south wall was a window that looked over Nightingale, which lay far below. The east and north "walls" were holo-screens, sheets of thermoplastic that hung from the ceiling. Holos rippled in front of them, swaths of color that trembled as breezes shook the screens.
That machine-created wind always disoriented Jato. Moving air didn't belong inside a house. For that matter, neither did Mandelbrot globes. But two floated here, one hovering behind Crankenshaft and another prowling the studio.
The major feature in the room was a round pool. A glossy white cone about two meters tall rose out of the water. A second cone stood next to it, its top cut flat in a circular cross-section. The three other cones in the pool were cut at angles, giving them elliptical, parabolic, and hyperbolic cross-sections.
"Circle today," Crankenshaft said. Then he headed across the drafty studio to a console standing where the two holo-walls met.
Jato looked at Silicate and she looked back, as cool and as smooth as stone. Then she too walked away, leaving the studio via a slit in a thermoplastic wall.
A gust rumpled Jato's hair and he shivered, wrapping his arms around his body. "Do you have a jacket?" he asked.
Crankenshaft didn't answer, he just stooped over his console and went to work. So Jato waited, trying to clear out the haze left in his mind by the sedative.
A globe nudged his shoulder. When he stayed put, it pushed harder. "Flame off," he muttered.
A syringe extended out of the globe.
Still intent on his console, Crankenshaft said, "The syringe shoots a heat stimulant. A strong specimen such as yourself might tolerate it for ten minutes before going into shock."
Jato scowled. Where did Crankenshaft come up with this sick stuff? He looked at the globe, at Crankenshaft, at the globe. He used care in choosing his battles, and this one wasn't worth it.
He took off his boots and went to the pool. The knee-deep water was cool today, but at least no ice crusted the surface. He waded to the truncated cone and climbed onto it, then sat cross-legged, hugging his arms to his chest for warmth.
"Move ten centimeters to the north," Crankenshaft said.
Jato moved over. "Can you warm it up in here?"
Crankenshaft sat at his console, concentrating on whatever he was doing. So Jato moved to the south side of the cone.
The Dreamer looked up. "I said move to the other side."
"Turn on the heat," Jato said.
"After you turn on the heat."
Stalemate.
Crankenshaft touched a panel on the console. A globe whirred behind Jato and a syringe hissed. Heat flared in his biceps, spreading fast, up his shoulder and down his arm.
"Hot enough?" Crankenshaft asked.
It was excruciating, but Jato had no intention of letting his tormentor know. He just shrugged. "What will you do? Put your model into shock because he objects to freezing?"
A muscle under Crankenshaft eye twitched. He went back to work, ignoring Jato. However, the room warmed and the burning in Jato's muscles cooled. Either Crankenshaft had lied about the poison or else the drone had delivered an antidote with it, probably in a bio-sheath that dissolved after a few minutes in the blood.
Over the next few hours the wind dried Jato's clothes. Silicate came in once to bring Crankenshaft a meal on a stone platter. Jato wondered about her, always attentive, always silent. Did she create her own art? Most Dreamers did, even those who worked other jobs. Silicate's only occupation seemed to be waiting on Crankenshaft. But then, Jato doubted her husband would tolerate artistic competition in his own household.
Finally Crankenshaft stood up, rolling his shoulders to ease the muscles. "You can go," he told Jato. With that, he strode out of the studio.
Jato gritted his teeth. Just like that. You can go. Get out of my house. He slid off the cone and limped through the water in the pool, sore from sitting so long. He coaxed on his boots on under his wet trousers and then went to a door in the corner of the studio where the window-wall met one of the thermoplastic walls.
Icy wind greeted him outside. He came out at the top of a staircase that spiraled down this cliff that Crankenshaft owned. The city glimmered far below and beyond it a ragged landscape stretched into the darkness. Millennia ago a marauding asteroid had struck this planet, distorting it into a blunt teardrop that lay on its side, its axis pointed at Quatrefoil, the star it orbited. Although Ansatz was almost tidally locked with Quatrefoil, it wobbled enough so that most of its surface received at least a little sunlight. Night reigned supreme only here in this region around the pole.
Crankenshaft's estate was high enough to touch the transition zone between the human-made pocket of calm around Nightingale and the violent winds that swept Ansatz. Yet despite the long drop to the plateau, the staircase here had no protection, not even a rail. Another of Crankenshaft's "quirks." After all, he never used these stairs.
Jato exhaled, calming his pulse. When he came willingly, Crankenshaft always had a flycar waiting to take him home. Today he would have to go back inside and ask for a ride, a prospect he found about as appealing as eating rocks.
So instead he went down the stairs, stepping with care, always aware of the chasm of air that surrounded him. Around and around the spiral he went, never looking down, lest it throw off his balance. He wondered how he appeared to someone looking up here from down in the city. he was a mote descending a stone DNA helix on the face of a massive cliff.
The helix image caught his mind. A sculpture. He imagined how he would design the piece. He could go to the library and find a text on DNA. It would have to be a holobook, though, rather than anything on the computer.
Before Jato had come to Ansatz, his computer illiteracy hadn't mattered. As the son of an impoverished water-tube farmer on Sandstorm, he hadn't been able to afford any mesh access, let alone a smart console. Although everyone here in Nightingale had access to the city mesh, it did him little good. He didn't know how to use it. However, he had managed to figure out how he could tell a console in the library to make him print books.
Jato wondered if he should even bother with helix sculpture. Reading could only give him information, not talent. One thing he had to say for Crankenshaft: the man was brilliant. Jato could never imagine Crankenshaft giving away his stratospherically priced work for a Dream. Besides, what Dream would he find pleasant? Pulling the wings off bugs, maybe.
A few Dreamers in Nightingale's city government knew Crankenshaft had set Jato up. They had framed him for a crime so brutal it would have meant execution or personality reconfiguration anywhere else. That left him no choice; either he stayed here or he became a fugitive. Imperialate law gave no quarter: an escaped convict fleeing into a new jurisdiction could be resentenced there for his crime. That often-denounced law was intended to ease the morass of extradition problems that arose as more and more planets came under Imperial rule. But it let Crankenshaft blackmail him; if Jato ever left Nightingale, he was subject to death or a brain wipe.
Crankenshaft's work was known across a thousand star systems. He was a genius among geniuses, and on Ansatz that translated into power. Whatever he wanted for his art, he was given.
Including Jato.
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About Loyola
Kerry Tan, Ph.D.
69% tenured or tenure-track faculty
18% faculty of color
Academic Focus Economics
Kerria "Kerry" Tan, Ph.D., received his doctorate from Ohio State University and has worked at Loyola since 2012. In the classroom, he strives to develop his students' economic intuition so they can critically discuss and analyze economic issues. He believes the smaller class sizes at Loyola allow him to really get to know his students: "I greatly appreciate the ability to get to know all of my students and build a rapport with them not only in class, but also during office hours," says Dr. Tan, who also serves as a major advisor for both economics and Global Studies students and enjoys connecting his students with alumni at the Annual Economics Alumni Dinner, an event he has organized for the past three years. Dr. Tan's research pertains to competition in the airline industry, and he has presented his scholarship to both the Federal Trade Commission and the U.S. Department of Justice. Dr. Tan says he hopes to one day earn his pilot license. His personal interest in planes was sparked by his father, who worked for Korean Air for more than 25 years and taught Dr. Tan the ins and outs of the airline industry.
Read more about Dr. Tan
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I love teaching at a Jesuit, liberal arts-based institution, because it allows me the opportunity to break down the stigma of my field and show my students that economics is much more than learning supply and demand graphs.
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This associate professor of marketing considers her students' career ambitions in shaping class discussions and coursework
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Aruba Ports Authority (APA) and Port of Amsterdam International started a multi-year collaboration agreement in 2016. The focus of this agreement is the joint execution of the commercial strategy and vision of APA, the transformation of a large port terrain in Oranjestad to a multifunctional area and strengthening each other's international ambitions.
One of the most important parts of this project is the transformation of an old container port into a multi-functional area, including the cruise terminal. A major aspect of this is the combination of port, retail, leisure and business spaces. Further, it aims to bring tourists and local Arubans together, complementing the surrounding city and beaches.
The multi-year collaboration agreement was preceded by an assessment by Port of Amsterdam International of APA's current organisation and the market opportunities. Under this agreement, an employee of Port of Amsterdam International will strengthen the board of APA as Chief Commercial Officer. His main responsibility will be to contribute to the realisation of the jointly created Vision 2030. He is supported by a multidisciplinary team in Amsterdam. The project is currently ongoing.


Commissioned by the Globe International Centre Non-Government Organization (NGO), the Independent Research Institute of Mongolia (IRIM) conducted a rapid evaluation of the 'Transparency and Accountability in Mongolian Education' (TAME) four year (2014-2018) project, which was implemented in 28 regular schools of 8 aimags in the Western and Central regions of Mongolia. The project objectives were to strengthen civic engagement in the education sector, and to improve transparency of budgeting and procurement processes for the delivery of better quality education services in Mongolia.
The research team of IRIM has conducted the rapid evaluation between October 2018 and January 2019 in order to examine the impact and contribution of the TAME project, and the local education sector's transparency and accountability.
In total, 16 key informant interviews (KIIs), and 18 focus group discussions (FGDs) were conducted in six districts (soums) of two selected aimags, namely Khovd and Khuvsgul.
Under the project, Parent and Teacher Association (PTA) was established to improve the quality of the training and the school environment based on the cooperation of parents and teachers in each target school. All stakeholders involved in the rapid evaluation were satisfied with the concept and benefits of the PTAs, and considered the established PTAs to be responsive to local communities' demands. Outcomes of activities organized by the PTAs contributed to improvement of schools' environments, and capacity building for parents.
More than 70% of PTAs' members were parents, but (despite their high representation) parents' involvement varied due to educational attainment, perceptions, attitudes and residential area.
By implementation of the 'Good School Support Tool' (GSST), a joint school team - including representatives of the PTAs - assessed the schools' environments two or three times during the Project. The results of the schools' assessments, revealed there were significance changes in schools' physical environments. Another outcome was that parents and teachers were using their private resources to present their needs to local authorities, NGOs and other community organisations. Initiatives included promoting fundraising, and using resources to address issues identified in the schools' environmental assessments. These actions strengthened stakeholders' capacity and cooperation, to effectively build child-friendly schools.
Another important project objective was to build and strengthen transparency and accountability for the aimag's education sector budget. By implementation of the 'budget trust tool' (BTT), there were noticed improvements in the knowledge and attitudes of the stakeholders, community and government, providing for increased budget transparency and more open discussions. Also, target CSOs' capacity to monitor budget procurement and ensure transparency of budget planning have improved aside from their improved skills of using the BTT.
Beside positive outcomes mentioned above, there were still obstacles to budget transparency and accountability. Therefore, the following recommendations were provided to strengthen the capacity of the CSOs, schools and community members; and to prolong the use of the BTT.
To summarize, the project contributed to the establishment of a fundamental capacity of the stakeholders aimed at ensuring the transparency of education budget in the target area.
The research team was grateful to the stakeholders who provided inputs and influenced this document. The Team would like to express its gratitude to the Project team from the Globe International Centre, along with the 'All for Education!' National Civil Society Coalition, school principals, coordinators, teachers and parents; all of whom provided their generous support.


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Q: How to switch between 2 Steam accounts on one PC without having to enter mobile code every time? My brother and I share the same PC, but we each have our own Steam accounts. Before Steam mobile authentication was introduced, we did the good old trick of adding the -login %u %p parameters to two different shortcuts of Steam, allowing each of us to switch accounts easily without re-entering passwords each time.
Now, with the mobile authentication, we have to enter a mobile code each time one of us logs in, regardless of whether or not we use two different shortcuts.
The only way to overcome this is by checking the "remember me" box, but this will only work if you've one account, because once you log out, it will ask for the code next time you log in.
Is there anyway to overcome this by making Steam remember the PC or something? It truly is stressful to be forced to have my mobile on me whenever I need to use Steam.

A: You say you both use the same Windows account.
Create a new account for your brother. Login to steam with his account information. Sign in back as your shared account. Create a new shortcut to steam and change the command to
%windir%\system32\runas.exe /user:YourBrothersWindowsAccount /savecred Steam.exe

(make sure to use the full path to Steam.exe from the original shortcut)
Now, when your brother wants to use his Steam account, all he has to do is close Steam, and run it again through this shortcut.
Do note that Steam will use the new windows profile, so if your brother has games that store configuration or saved games in the user profile, he will need to copy them over to the new account.

A: The @Luaan's answer seems like a cool workaround. It suggests to create a "fake" second Windows account and don't use it. I think that you should take one step further, and actually use that second account! Don't you have similar issues with other stuff, like web browser and Facebook, or Skype? Don't you need to endlessly log-in-and-out from various apps and services? The popular way for using same PC by two different people is to have separate Windows user accounts. It's really quite a lightweight solution and I think that nowadays you will be even able to switch profiles without closing your open windows. You can share any data you like, it's not an issue. You will have your own wallpaper, your own shortcuts, you will be always logged in to your Facebook, Skype, and the most important, Steam.
Summing up: to switch between 2 Steam accounts on one PC without having to enter mobile code every time, just switch the Windows account.

A: That's the purpose of a two-factor (i.e. mobile) authentication.
The workarounds I am aware of is to either:

*

*Remove the mobile authentication entirely, or

*Use the 'Family Share' function to use games from both accounts, while only logged in to one account.

It seems there are some better workarounds other than these two but these are also viable alternatives.

A: There's an even easier way. Using a Steam account switcher. Most let you swap accounts easily, some without even needing to enter a password or 2-factor again.
Most of these are open-source, including SAM - Steam Account Manager (180★), Steam Account Switcher (75★) and Steam Account Switcher (42★).
I am biased here, as I have created a solution myself. Not just for Steam, but also Origin, Epic Games and a ton of other platforms, hence the other suggestions first. It swaps files on your computer that store the 'last logged in account', or token, and allow you to swap without entering a password or 2-factor again (Assuming you've logged in at least once before - and don't click "Sign out"). See the TcNo Account Switcher (201★)

A: I got it working thanks to Reddit u/psxsquall.
The way around it works by using Steam's Big Picture Mode.
You use it and login with both accounts and tick the "remember me" button in Big Picture Mode, confirm with the phone codes once, and then when you log out (only through Big Picture Mode) it allows you to switch users without asking for password/phone codes.
TL;DR: Use Big Picture Mode to sign out, but make sure never to sign out from the normal Steam interface (you can still exit steam normally) and only through the Big Picture interface.

A: Luaan's answer is great, but things have changed a bit.
On Windows 10

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*Create a new user in Windows

*

*Settings > Accounts > Family & other users > Add someone else to this PC > I don't have this person's sign-in information > Add a user without a Microsoft account

*Choose a one-word username for simplicity (say, "Bob")

*Leave the password blank (yes, Windows will let you do this)

*Login as that user, open Steam, login with the new account

*Switch back to your normal user. Copy and paste the desktop Steam shortcut so now you have two copies of it.

*Rename the new shortcut to the new username ("Bob" in this example) so you know which is which.

*Right click on the new shortcut and select Properties.

*Change Target to %windir%\system32\runas.exe /user:Bob /savecred "C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\Steam.exe"

*

*Change "Bob" to your new username

*If you didn't install Steam in the default location, then change C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\Steam.exe to wherever Steam is installed on your computer. If you're not sure, look at the properties of the original Steam shortcut.

*Tell windows to allow blank passwords:

*

*Search for regedit in the Start Menu. It's also called "Windows Registry" or "Registry Explorer"

*Copy and paste this into the address bar at the top: Computer\HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SYSTEM\ControlSet001\Control\Lsa

*Double click on LimitBlankPasswordUse on the right

*Change the 1 to a 0

*Close the registry editor

Now when you double click on the new Steam shortcut it should be logged in with the second Steam account, and the original shortcut will still be on the first account.
You can't have both open at once, and if you need to switch between the two you have to completely exit Steam by clicking Steam > Exit, or by right clicking the Steam icon in the Windows taskbar (bottom right) and clicking Exit.

A: You can use PsTools (by Microsoft) to achieve this in a similar method to those already given. However, PsTools allows you to embed another users Windows password, so you don't have to hack the registry (which will likely be reset to it's default value in future Windows updates, breaking the shortcut).

*Create a new user, with a password

*Head to: https://docs.microsoft.com/en-us/sysinternals/downloads/psexec

*Download the zip file, and unzip it somewhere awesome, say: C:\Program Files\PsTools

*Hold WinKey + Push R

*Type: SystemPropertiesAdvanced, and click OK

*Click Environment Variables

*Under System variables, scroll down until you find Path, under the Variable column, click it, and then click Edit... below

*Click New, and type in the awesome location that you unzipped PsTools to (C:\Program Files\PsTools - In this case), then click OK in each of the windows that opened

*Now... Right-click on the desktop, and select New ~> Create Shortcut

*In the Type the location of the item: textbox, type:

psexec -user NewUserName -p NewPassword "C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\Steam.exe"
Replacing NewUserName and NewPassword with the credentials you used in part 0, and changing the steam executable path to your steam installation (the example above uses the default installation location)

*Click Next

*Type a meaningful shortcut name in to the box, and click Finish

*Double click the shiny new shortcut

*Enjoy!

There's one caveat to this, and that is that it opens a CMD shell window, this can be hidden by using some VB/C#/PowerShell stuff, but it would significantly complicate this one minute set of instructions. The window can be closed immediately, and steam will continue running just fine.


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Stammheim ist der nördlichste Stadtbezirk von Stuttgart, gelegen zwischen dem Stadtbezirk Zuffenhausen im Osten und Süden, dem Langen Feld mit seinen fruchtbaren, bis zu 10 m dicken Löss-Schichten im Westen und Nordwesten sowie der Stadt Kornwestheim im Norden.

Im Gegensatz zu seinen Nachbarorten entwickelte sich Stammheim aus einer bäuerlichen Gemeinschaft zu einer Wohnsiedlung mit rund 11.700 Einwohnern (2011). Stammheim ist gekennzeichnet durch alte Villenviertel und moderne Siedlungen mit Ein- und Mehrfamilienhäusern. Das freie Feld oder Schrebergarten-Areale sind von jedem Punkt aus in wenigen Minuten zu Fuß erreichbar.

Stadtbezirksgliederung
Die ehemals selbständige, zum Oberamt Ludwigsburg gehörige Gemeinde Stammheim wurde am 1. April 1942 nach Stuttgart eingemeindet und bei der Einteilung der Stadt Stuttgart in Stadtbezirke im Jahre 1956 zu einem eigenständigen Stadtbezirk erklärt. Bei der Neugliederung der Stuttgarter Stadtteile zum 1. Januar 2001 wurde der Stadtbezirk Stammheim in die beiden Stadtteile Stammheim-Mitte und Stammheim-Süd aufgeteilt.

Verkehr

Straßenverkehr
Der Stadtbezirk Stammheim ist über die B 10 (Karlsruhe – Stuttgart – Ulm) und über die Anschlussstelle Stuttgart-Zuffenhausen der A 81 zu erreichen. Die private PKW-Dichte ist im Vergleich zur Stadt Stuttgart hoch.

Öffentliche Verkehrsmittel
Weiterhin ist Stammheim mit den öffentlichen Verkehrsmittel zu erreichen. Es verkehren die Buslinien 99 (von Zuffenhausen nach Stammheim), 412 (von Pattonville über Kornwestheim nach Stammheim) und 508 (von Ludwigsburg über Möglingen und Stammheim nach Zuffenhausen). Abends verkehrt die Linie 52 Richtung Bad-Cannstatt und an den Wochenenden fährt der Nachtbus N4 von/zum Schlossplatz. Am besten aber vom Stuttgarter Stadtzentrum her mit der Stadtbahnlinie U15 (zeitweise Heumaden -) Ruhbank/Fernsehturm – Hauptbahnhof – Stammheim.

Straßenbahn und Stadtbahn
Am 13. Mai 1950 wurde die Straßenbahnverbindung nach Stammheim als erste Neubaustrecke der Stuttgarter Straßenbahnen nach dem Zweiten Weltkrieg eröffnet. Am 14. Mai 1950 übernahm die Linie 5 auf der Strecke von Stammheim nach Möhringen den planmäßigen Betrieb.

Der Sänger Wolle Kriwanek, der damals in Stammheim wohnte, hat dieser Zeit mit dem Lied "I muaß dui Sroßabaa no kriega, bloß dr Fenfer brengt mi hoim ..." (Ich muss diese Straßenbahn noch erreichen, denn nur die Linie 5 bringt mich nach Hause …) ein musikalisches Denkmal gesetzt.

Durch die Umstellung von Straßenbahn auf Stadtbahn wurde die Linie 5 im Jahr 1990 eingestellt und durch die Linie U5 ersetzt, die aber von Möhringen nach Stuttgart-Freiberg fuhr. Nach Stammheim fuhr seitdem die Linie 15, welche vorher nach Stuttgart-Freiberg verkehrte. Diese führte bis zum 8. Dezember 2007 von Stammheim über Zuffenhausen und Stuttgart Hauptbahnhof nach Ruhbank/Fernsehturm.

Im Zuge der Umstellung der Linie 15 von Straßenbahn- auf Stadtbahnbetrieb wurden von September 2005 bis Dezember 2007 zunächst die Strecken Olgaeck – Ruhbank/Fernsehturm und Pragfriedhof – Löwentor unter Beibehaltung der Meterspur für den Museumsverkehr ausgebaut und mit einem Dreischienengleis versehen. Von 2008 bis Dezember 2011 wurde der verbleibende Abschnitt zwischen Zuffenhausen und Stammheim ausgebaut. Während der Bauphase fuhr die Stadtbahnlinie U15 nur bis Zuffenhausen; ab hier bestand bis zum 10. Dezember 2011 mit der Buslinie U15E ein Schienenersatzverkehr nach Stammheim. Im Abendverkehr verkehrt auch die Buslinie 52 (Bad Cannstatt – Hallschlag – Burgholzhof – Zuffenhausen – Borkumstraße Neuwirtshaussiedlung (– Stammheim Korntaler Straße) durchgehend) bis Stammheim.

Am 10. Dezember 2011 wurde die neue Stadtbahnlinie ab Zuffenhausen/Rathaus nach Stammheim offiziell eröffnet. Die Fahrzeit in die Innenstadt betrug 23 Minuten. Seit 14. September 2013, nach Fertigstellung der U12 zum Hallschlag, fährt die U15 nicht mehr den kleinen Umweg über die Nordbahnhofstraße, sondern auf direktem Weg über die Heilbronner Straße in die Stadt. Damit verkürzt sich die Fahrzeit um 5 auf 18 Minuten.

Kultur und Sehenswürdigkeiten

Sehenswürdigkeiten

 Das Schloss Stammheim (Stuttgart), erbaut 1579 von Heinrich Schickhardt
 Schloss-Scheuer Stammheim der Rudolf Schmid und Hermann Schmid-Stiftung
 Heimatmuseum Stammheim

Sport
Der TV Stammheim ist mit einer Männer- und einer Frauenmannschaft in der Faustball-Bundesliga vertreten.

Im TV Stammheim wird auch Tischtennis gespielt. Mit drei aktiven Herrenmannschaften und fünf Jungen- sowie einer Mädchenmannschaft nahm die Tischtennisabteilung im Spieljahr 2007/2008 an den Meisterschaftsspielen teil. Die Tischtennisabteilung hat rund 70 Mitglieder.

Öffentliche Einrichtungen

Justizvollzugsanstalt
Bekannt geworden ist Stammheim durch die Justizvollzugsanstalt Stuttgart, die zwischen 1959 und 1963 nach den damals modernsten Erkenntnissen der Sicherheit erbaut wurde. Deren bekannteste Insassen waren seit Mitte der 1970er Jahre u. a. einige der führenden Mitglieder der Rote Armee Fraktion.

Freiwillige Feuerwehr Stammheim
Eine Freiwillige Feuerwehr Stammheim gibt es seit dem Jahre 1825. Ursprünglich war die FF Stammheim als so genannte Rottenwehr für die Stammheimer Bürger im Schadensfall zur Stelle. Bereits in den Anfangsjahren der Feuerwehr Stammheim bekämpften die "Stammheimer Feuerwehrmänner" einen Brand des Stuttgarter Schlosses gemeinsam mit der damaligen Feuerwehr Stuttgart. Das urkundlich bestätigte Gründungsjahr als Freiwillige Feuerwehr Stammheim ist auf das Jahr 1881 datiert. Somit gehört die FF Stammheim zu den ältesten Freiwilligen Feuerwehren in Stuttgart.

Seit dem 29. April 2016 hat die Feuerwehr in Stuttgart Stammheim ein neues Magazin.

Heute ist die FF Stammheim ein fester Bestandteil in der Gefahrenabwehr und im Katastrophenschutz der Stadt Stuttgart. Gemeinsam mit der Berufsfeuerwehr Stuttgart wird sie zu Schadensfällen in Stammheim, Neuwirtshaus sowie Zuffenhausen und Feuerbach alarmiert. Zusätzlich zählt zum Stammheimer Einsatzgebiet die ICE Schnellfahrstrecke mit der Tunnelanlage "Langes Feld" der Deutschen Bahn.

Neben der Aktivenabteilung und einer Altersabteilung gibt es seit 1978 eine Jugendfeuerwehr.

Persönlichkeiten
 Wolfgang Kriwanek (* 29. Dezember 1949 in Stammheim; † 20. April 2003 in Backnang): Sänger, schwäbischer Rockmusiker. Sein Lied "Stroßaboh" ("Straßenbahn") beschreibt eine verhinderte Heimfahrt aus der Stuttgarter Innenstadt nach Stammheim.
 Albrecht Gralle (* 1949), baptistischer Geistlicher und Autor zahlreicher Bücher
 Carl Christoph Lörcher (* 1884 in Stammheim; † 1966): deutscher Architekt

Politik

Wappen

Bevölkerungsentwicklung

Literatur

Weblinks

 Stammheim-Statistik. Statistisches Amt Stuttgart

Einzelnachweise

Stammheim
Ehemalige Gemeinde (Stuttgart)

Gemeindeauflösung 1942

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JspAwareRequestContext JSP-aware subclass of RequestContext, allowing population of the context from a JSP PageContext.
JstlUtils Helper class for preparing JSTL views, in particular for exposing a JSTL localization context.
RequestContext Context holder for request-specific state, like current web application context, current locale, current theme, and potential binding errors.
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WebContentGenerator Convenient superclass for any kind of web content generator, like AbstractController and WebContentInterceptor.
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Q: Передача данных из одного окна в другое. QT C++ Возникла такая проблема - не могу передать текст из QLineEdit в QLabel. Не знаю, почему, вроде все сделал правильно, но вот не работает.
mainwindow.h
#ifndef MAINWINDOW_H
#define MAINWINDOW_H

#include <QMainWindow>
#include <form.h>
namespace Ui {
class MainWindow;
}

class MainWindow : public QMainWindow
{
    Q_OBJECT

public:
    explicit MainWindow(QWidget *parent = nullptr);
    ~MainWindow();

signals:
    void sendData(QString str);
private slots:
    void onButtonSend();

private:
    Ui::MainWindow *ui;
    Form *myform;
};

#endif // MAINWINDOW_H

mainwindow.cpp
#include "mainwindow.h"
#include "ui_mainwindow.h"

MainWindow::MainWindow(QWidget *parent) :
    QMainWindow(parent),
    ui(new Ui::MainWindow)
{
    ui->setupUi(this);
    myform = new Form;

    connect(ui->pushButton, SIGNAL(clicked()), myform, SLOT(show()));

    connect(ui->pushButton, SIGNAL(clicled()), this, SLOT(onButtonSend()));

    connect(this, SIGNAL(sendData(QString)), myform, SLOT(recieveData(QSstring)));
}

void MainWindow::onButtonSend()
{
    emit sendData(ui->lineEdit->text());
}

MainWindow::~MainWindow()
{
    delete ui;
}

form.h
#ifndef FORM_H
#define FORM_H

#include <QWidget>

namespace Ui {
class Form;
}

class Form : public QWidget
{
    Q_OBJECT

public:
    explicit Form(QWidget *parent = nullptr);
    ~Form();

private:
    Ui::Form *ui;

private slots:
    void recieveData(QString str);
};

#endif // FORM_H

form.cpp
#include "form.h"
#include "ui_form.h"

#include <QStringList>

Form::Form(QWidget *parent) :
    QWidget(parent),
    ui(new Ui::Form)
{
    ui->setupUi(this);
}

void Form::recieveData(QString str)
{
    QStringList lst = str.split(" ");
    if(lst.size() > 0) ui->label->setText(lst.at(0));
    if(lst.size() > 1) ui->label_2->setText(lst.at(1));
    if(lst.size() > 2) ui->label_3->setText(lst.at(2));
}

Form::~Form()
{
    delete ui;
}

A: У вас опечатка в названии сигнала - во втором коннекте clicled вместо clicked. В консоли вывода приложения вам должно было об этом написать.
Если вы используете Qt5, рекомендую использовать "новый" синтаксис функции connect - на указателях на функцию. В этом случае ошибки будут определяться при компиляции, а не в рантайме.
Для преобразования "старого" синтаксиса в "новый" в креаторе можно встать на строку с функцией connect, нажать Alt+Enter и выбрать из всплывшего списка что-то типа "преобразовать в синтаксис Qt5"

A: Спасибо. Переделал в mainwindow.cpp connect в новую форму, и высветилась ошибка что recieve data является приватным слотом. Соответственно перенес и private slots в publick, и все заработало! Вот собственно код.
mainwindow.cpp
#include "mainwindow.h"
#include "ui_mainwindow.h"

MainWindow::MainWindow(QWidget *parent) :
    QMainWindow(parent),
    ui(new Ui::MainWindow)
{
    ui->setupUi(this);
    myform = new Form;

    connect(ui->pushButton, &QAbstractButton::clicked, myform, &QWidget::show);

    connect(ui->pushButton, &QAbstractButton::clicked, this, &MainWindow::onButtonSend);

    connect(this, &MainWindow::sendData, myform, &Form::recieveData);
}

void MainWindow::onButtonSend()
{
    emit sendData(ui->lineEdit->text());
}

MainWindow::~MainWindow()
{
    delete ui;
}

form.h
#ifndef FORM_H
#define FORM_H

#include <QWidget>

namespace Ui {
class Form;
}

class Form : public QWidget
{
    Q_OBJECT

public:
    explicit Form(QWidget *parent = nullptr);
    ~Form();
    void recieveData(QString str);

private:
    Ui::Form *ui;

};

#endif // FORM_H


text:
Holy Diver Live è il quarto album live della heavy metal band dei Dio, pubblicato nel 2006. Nel primo dei due dischi di cui è composto l'album sono presenti tutte le tracce dell'album Holy Diver nello stesso ordine del disco originale.

Tracce

Disco 1
Stand Up and Shout – 4:33 –  (Ronnie James Dio, Jimmy Bain)
Holy Diver – 4:46 –  (Dio)
Gypsy – 9:46 –  (Dio, Vivian Campbell)
Caught in the Middle – 4:51 –  (Dio, Vinny Appice, Campbell)
Don't Talk to Strangers – 5:11 –  (Dio)
Straight Through the Heart – 4:37 –  (Dio, Bain)
Invisible – 5:17 –  (Dio, Appice, Campbell)
Rainbow in the Dark – 4:46 –  (Dio, Appice, Bain, Campbell)
Shame on the Night – 16:58 –  (Dio, Appice, Bain, Campbell)

Disco 2
Tarot Woman – 6:53 –  (Ritchie Blackmore, Dio)
Sign of the Southern Cross – 7:44 –  (Geezer Butler, Dio, Tony Iommi)
One Night in the City – 6:10
The Gates of Babylon – 8:23 –  (Blackmore, Dio)
Heaven and Hell – 11:25 –  (Butler, Dio, Iommi, Bill Ward)
Man on the Silver Mountain – 4:14 –  (Blackmore, Dio)
Long Live Rock 'N' Roll – 6:14 –  (Blackmore, Dio)
We Rock – 6:21 –  (Dio)

Formazione
 Ronnie James Dio - voce
 Doug Aldrich - chitarra
 Scott Warren - tastiere
 Rudy Sarzo - basso
 Simon Wright - batteria

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