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using System;
using System.Linq;
using System.Linq.Expressions;
using System.Reflection;
using System.Collections.Generic;

namespace MongoDB.Bson.Serialization
{
    /// <summary>
    /// A helper class used to create and compile delegates for creator maps.
    /// </summary>
    public class CreatorMapDelegateCompiler : ExpressionVisitor
    {
        // private fields
        private Type _class;
        private ParameterExpression _prototypeParameter;
        private Dictionary<MemberInfo, ParameterExpression> _parameters;

        // public methods
        /// <summary>
        /// Creates and compiles a delegate that calls a constructor.
        /// </summary>
        /// <param name="constructorInfo">The constructor.</param>
        /// <returns>A delegate that calls the constructor.</returns>
        public Delegate CompileConstructorDelegate(ConstructorInfo constructorInfo)
        {
            // build and compile the following delegate:
            // (p1, p2, ...) => new TClass(p1, p2, ...)

            var parameters = constructorInfo.GetParameters().Select(p => Expression.Parameter(p.ParameterType, p.Name)).ToArray();
            var body = Expression.New(constructorInfo, parameters);
            var lambda = Expression.Lambda(body, parameters);
            return lambda.Compile();
        }

        /// <summary>
        /// Creates and compiles a delegate from a lambda expression.
        /// </summary>
        /// <typeparam name="TClass">The type of the class.</typeparam>
        /// <param name="creatorLambda">The lambda expression.</param>
        /// <param name="arguments">The arguments for the delegate's parameters.</param>
        /// <returns>A delegate.</returns>
        public Delegate CompileCreatorDelegate<TClass>(Expression<Func<TClass, TClass>> creatorLambda, out IEnumerable<MemberInfo> arguments)
        {
            // transform c => expression (where c is the prototype parameter)
            // to (p1, p2, ...) => expression' where expression' is expression with every c.X replaced by p#

            _class = typeof(TClass); // not creatorLambda.Type in case lambda returns a subtype of TClass
            _prototypeParameter = creatorLambda.Parameters[0];
            _parameters = new Dictionary<MemberInfo, ParameterExpression>();
            var body = Visit(creatorLambda.Body);
            var lambda = Expression.Lambda(body, _parameters.Values.ToArray());
            var @delegate = lambda.Compile();

            arguments = _parameters.Keys.ToArray();
            return @delegate;
        }

        /// <summary>
        /// Creates and compiles a delegate that calls a factory method.
        /// </summary>
        /// <param name="methodInfo">the method.</param>
        /// <returns>A delegate that calls the factory method.</returns>
        public Delegate CompileFactoryMethodDelegate(MethodInfo methodInfo)
        {
            // build and compile the following delegate:
            // (p1, p2, ...) => factoryMethod(p1, p2, ...)

            var parameters = methodInfo.GetParameters().Select(p => Expression.Parameter(p.ParameterType, p.Name)).ToArray();
            var body = Expression.Call(methodInfo, parameters);
            var lambda = Expression.Lambda(body, parameters);
            return lambda.Compile();
        }

        // protected methods
        /// <summary>
        /// Visits a MemberExpression.
        /// </summary>
        /// <param name="node">The MemberExpression.</param>
        /// <returns>The MemberExpression (possibly modified).</returns>
        protected override Expression VisitMember(MemberExpression node)
        {
            if (node.Expression == _prototypeParameter)
            {
                var memberInfo = node.Member;

                ParameterExpression parameter;
                if (!_parameters.TryGetValue(memberInfo, out parameter))
                {
                    var parameterName = string.Format("_p{0}_", _parameters.Count + 1); // avoid naming conflicts with body
                    parameter = Expression.Parameter(node.Type, parameterName);
                    _parameters.Add(memberInfo, parameter);
                }

                return parameter;
            }

            return base.VisitMember(node);
        }

        /// <summary>
        /// Visits a ParameterExpression.
        /// </summary>
        /// <param name="node">The ParameterExpression.</param>
        /// <returns>The ParameterExpression (possibly modified).</returns>
        protected override Expression VisitParameter(ParameterExpression node)
        {
            if (node == _prototypeParameter)
            {
                throw new BsonSerializationException("The only operations allowed on the prototype parameter are accessing a field or property.");
            }

            return base.VisitParameter(node);
        }
    }
}


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Q: SceneKit Particle Systems in a Swift Playground Usually I instantiate SCNParticleSystems by using the file initializer like this:
var stars =  SCNParticleSystem(named: "Stars.sncp", inDirectory: nil)
However this project requires a Swift Playground and when I try to use that init function with systems stored in the playground's Resources folder it returns nil (even if I change the specified directory to "Resources" or "/Resources" etc. etc. ).
Are Playground resource paths handled differently to normal apps or am I making a really stupid filenaming mistake?

A: In Xcode 11 and later there's no preconfigured .scnp Particle System file. Instead you can use Particle System object coming directly from Xcode library.

Or, as always, you can create a particle system in Xcode Playground programmatically.

About Swift Playgrounds for iPad read here.

Here's a code:
import PlaygroundSupport
import SceneKit

let rectangle = CGRect(x: 0, y: 0, width: 1000, height: 200)
var sceneView = SCNView(frame: rectangle)

var scene = SCNScene()
sceneView.scene = scene
sceneView.backgroundColor = .black

let cameraNode = SCNNode()
cameraNode.camera = SCNCamera()
cameraNode.position.z = 70
sceneView.scene!.rootNode.addChildNode(cameraNode)

let particleSystem = SCNParticleSystem()
particleSystem.birthRate = 500
particleSystem.particleLifeSpan = 0.5
particleSystem.particleColor = .systemIndigo
particleSystem.speedFactor = 7
particleSystem.emittingDirection = SCNVector3(1,1,1)
particleSystem.emitterShape = .some(SCNSphere(radius: 15))

let particlesNode = SCNNode()
particlesNode.scale = SCNVector3(2,2,2)
particlesNode.addParticleSystem(particleSystem)
sceneView.scene!.rootNode.addChildNode(particlesNode)

PlaygroundPage.current.liveView = sceneView

A: I think you're doing a mistake in filename extension. It is .scnp and not .sncp.
Either try without any extension -
var stars =  SCNParticleSystem(named: "Stars", inDirectory: nil)

or try with correct extension -
var stars =  SCNParticleSystem(named: "Stars.scnp", inDirectory: nil)

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That is on 70th Floor !
Why will you go at such height just to check in ?
Get good view of LA from that floor.
73rd floor is also good.
Post something like this daily.
Toyota has less effective security features ?
Nice. Soundcloud, sometimes I check the Instagram of the dj/producer...sometimes they're interesting, very often it is pics of places.
Great Himalayan Views of Nepal !


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Changes to French Succession Rules – French holiday home owners take note
Changes to French Succession Rules - French holiday home owners take note
People who live in the UK and have a second home in France have faced increasing difficulties since Brexit.
Most notably, unless they are willing to become French residents (and accept French taxation) they generally need a visa to stay in their French home. A recently introduced French Succession Regulation has also threatened UK nationals' ability to leave a French property to whomever they wish in their Will. This article explores the impacts of that legislation and what it means for UK nationals with a property in France.
Changes to the French Civil Code
The French Civil Code has recently been amended to introduce the right of a compensatory levy on property in France, which will help children who would not otherwise have benefitted from a reserved share of an inheritance.
Despite being rejected by the Senate three times earlier this year, the law was eventually adopted by the National Assembly on 23 July 2021 and will come into force on 1 November 2021. It will apply to all estates meeting the application criteria where the deceased passed away on or after that date.
The new text, translated into English, reads:
'When the deceased or at least one of his children is, at the time of death, a national of a Member State of the European Union or habitually resides there and when the foreign law applicable to the succession does not allow any reservation mechanism to protect the children, each child or his or her heirs or successors in title may make a compensatory levy on the existing assets located in France on the day of death, so as to be re-established in the reserved rights granted to them by French law, within the limit of those rights.'
The new provisions mean that children can ask to receive compensation from French assets for their forced heirship rights. It applies when the estate is subject to laws without a system of forced heirship, and where either the deceased or one of his or her children is a national or habitual resident of an EU Member State.
Interestingly, as the UK is no longer an EU Member State following Brexit, the new provisions do not extend to cases where a British national owns property in France but he or she and their heirs are not a resident of an EU Member State. Having said that, the changes could still be far-reaching. There will be many cases when they do apply and where reliance on the European Succession Regulation (Brussels IV) will no longer offer the current protection it provides against forced heirship.
What are the forced heirship rules in France?
Taking a step back for a moment, let's take a brief look at the French forced heirship rules.
Unlike the UK, there is no testamentary freedom in France. Forced heirship rules apply to a person's worldwide estate if they were domiciled in France when they passed away. However, it only applies to their French immovable property (i.e. land and buildings) if they died when domiciled outside of France.
Where French law applies, children of a deceased, whether legitimate or illegitimate, are entitled to a minimum proportion of the estate, known as réserve héréditaire. This is calculated based on the number of children in the family. For example, where the deceased had one child, that child is entitled to half of their parent's estate and where the deceased had two children, they are entitled to one third each.
A degree of flexibility was introduced in 2007, when adult forced heirs could waive all or part of their entitlement. However, from 2012, cross-border estate planning concerning French assets became much simpler following the introduction of the European Succession Regulation (Brussels IV).
What is the European Succession Regulation (Brussels IV)?
The European Succession Regulation (Brussels IV), commonly referred to as Brussels IV, was introduced to give people more freedom on the succession planning of their French assets.
Under Brussels IV, a person has a 'choice of law' in their Will so that the law of their nationality can govern the succession of their worldwide estate. This means a British national can avoid the French forced heirship rules applying to their French assets. Instead, they can have the freedom to leave their entire estate to whomever they wish, whether that be their surviving spouse or charities, for example.
Since coming into force, many individuals continue to rely on Brussels IV. Adopting a 'choice of law' clause in Wills has become a popular and relatively simple solution to succession planning for those owning French property.
What are the practical implications of the new provisions?
While Brussels IV remains a valid mechanism for succession planning to side-step the French forced heirship rules, and will in some cases still be the recommended approach, the risk now is that some children will have the ability to seek the compensatory levy when it is introduced.
The new provisions appear to directly circumvent the purpose of Brussels IV. Not surprisingly, they have inspired much discussion among the international legal community on the validity of the provisions, the potential incompatibility with Brussels IV, and the future of succession planning where the new rules apply.
This is likely to remain a hot topic over the coming months, and the long-term impact of the new provisions remains to be seen. However, the reality is that the provisions are here to stay, at least for now.
Remember, the changes are limited as they do not affect individuals living in the UK who own French property if they and their family members are not resident of an EU Member State. For those living in France however, the potential issues arising from the new provisions will need to be carefully explored with clients, to ensure they are comfortable with succession planning arrangements that are in place for their family and future generations.
If you are concerned about the changes or think they might impact you, please don't hesitate to get in touch with Rebecca Dorrington.
Patrick Wooddisse
Partner, Head of Private Wealth Bristol
UK and international tax
Wills & succession planning

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The Transit Master Plan was developed in 2015 to provide a blueprint for improving local mobility and regional connectivity over the next 10 years. Round Rock's population had grown by over 44 percent in the decade previous to the plan's adoption, and new growth is continuing to change how people travel within the community.
The project included a comprehensive evaluation of local population characteristics, regional travel patterns, a review of transit start-ups in peer cities and obtaining community input. An initial online survey was conducted between February and April 2015 to collect information on transit needs and desires in Round Rock. An Existing Conditions Report was released and presented to City Council. An interactive "Design Your Own System" online survey was conducted between June and August 2015 to help the study team understand how the community envisions their ideal transit system. Other outreach activities included community meetings with stakeholder groups and the public and attendance at neighborhood meetings.
The Transit Master Plan was presented to City Council on November 10, 2015.


i was born into this world 264 years ago in 1753.
i was born again 240 years ago in 1777.
i look as though i am in my mid twenties.
i pledge allegiance to no man or organization.
i am a woman with black hair and red eyes.
i am 152 cm and 43 kg.
i would describe myself as a short, thin woman with an overly sexualized body. my wide, hourglass figure starts off with a pair of massive breasts that often prove to be more trouble than they're worth, and then ends with an equally pompous rump. even more ostentatious is my ghostly white skin that pulls over my lanky limbs and constantly reminds me of my clear lack of muscle on most of my body. my eyes are often called the most captivating given their bright, crimson color. some remark that they glow like blood in the moonlight, but i always dismiss such poetic claims. from my head spills inky, black hair that clings to my body as if it's covered in grease and grime. i assure you that it is, in fact, clean, however.
my broken mask is the remains of a demonic veil that had covered my entire face and reached down well past my chin. after breaking it, only the pointed horns jutting from the front of my forehead remain. the horns are attached to my skull with a thick band of the bone-like material that thins out as it wraps around my head. the mask itself stops just short of reaching my ears.
my hollow hole is at the base of my neck. i purposely keep it hidden with a bulky, black collar that has a broken chain dangling from the center.
i would say my spiritual body is like rotting corpse. it's dark and ominous and glows an unnatural red as it pours from my body like blood. it pools around my knees like a heavy mist, or as if i'm wadding through the blood of a thousand men. most describe it the sensation of my spiritual presence as knowing death is coming, but being unable to do anything about it. affectionately, this has often earned me the nickname of the reaper in white.
i am a very outgoing person who thrives off human interaction, although i am very curt and find it hard to maintain friendships.
i am resourceful and quick witted when in a pinch, but i'd much rather go for the more obvious approach regardless of just how bad it seems.
i am brave and heroic when needed, but selfishness is always the easier route.
i consider myself a very matter-of-fact person who values cutting to the chase rather than playing with my food. i enjoy the company of good people and actively seek out anyone who's willing to spare just a moment for me. however, no matter how hard i try to earn their favor, it never lasts long. for one reason or another -- it's always something different -- my relationships crumble before me. maybe i said something wrong. maybe i did something unmoral. maybe i just never actually clicked with them in the first place. whatever the reason, the end result is always a failure.
i even consider myself a sort of hero when push comes to shove. i love the thrill of risking my life for others, or going where no man has gone before. i live to push the limits of what i'm capable of and stretch every rule as thin as possible. i would happily jump in front of a train for someone, even if i don't necessarily like them. i'll tell them what they want to hear, maybe, but deep down i just like the thrill of learning how it feels to get run over by said train.
as you might have expected, i'm a persistent type of person who never knows when to give up. some people call it being stubborn, or even just insanity, but i genuinely believe there's always a chance for change. somehow, someway something will change in my favor and i can break this cycle. that is my hope and dream. i will never lose sight of this dream and refuse to let anyone convince me otherwise. it's all i have to give me hope for tomorrow.
i wish to achieve all that i have lost. i want to find my soulmate. i want to be surrounded by friends. i want people to love me. i want to earn the respect of my peers. i wish to conquer what once conquered me.
my curse is that of failure.
my weapon is a study rope that moves like an extension of my own arm. it's not a whip, i assure you. it's simply a brown string of thick rope about 91 centimeters long. i hardly use it for actually attacking someone, but it would make for a great noose if the opportunity every arose. for the most part, i tend to just keep it looped around my belt on my left side hip.
my power gives others what i cannot give myself. deep down i know there are far better people out there who deserve more than i'm asking for, and to those people i truly want to help them. i do everything in my power to raise them up and help them achieve their goals and bring to reality their dreams. more often than not, this comes in the form of amplifying their attacks while at their side. granted, this requires constant physical contact on my part, but maybe once i've mastered this skill i'll just need to kiss them or give them some of my blood for prolonged effects after i leave them.
i was born in 1753 and lived a mundane life. between my 12th and 21st birthday i was to be wedded four times. each marriage failed. on my 23rd birthday my pregnancy was announced. nine months later my baby was born dead.
my heart broke at the sight and i, too, died shortly after my baby was sent to the morgue. as a soul, my chain ate itself in no more than a week and i had turned into a hollow.
my days as a hollow were mindless feedings that favored high risk, little reward targets. by the time the 21st century came around, i had walked the line of permanent death multiple times.
i tore my mask off in the summer of 2017.
my origin is a droll one. i was born to a moderately wealthy family in eastern virginia and was held in high regards as the first -- and only -- born child of a well liked man. my mother was a particularly skilled seamstress and my father a powerful landlord. in my early years, i was raised mostly by a charming slave woman with strikingly dark skin. fresh from the shop, my father would say to her on more than one occasion.
as i grew into my body and learned basic talking, walking, and other necessities, i quickly became marked as a troubled child. while my fellow toddlers were quick to catch onto what the babbling noises the adults said were, i just tilted my head and cooed at my parents. children around me were running in circles, screaming at the top of their lungs, but i always seemed to stumble and fall flat on my face. a late bloomer, my mother would assure me.
once i finally grasped the basics of existing in this world, my mother was quick to shove more and more skills onto my plate. cooking, sewing, cleaning, even some reading here and there. i cooked twice before i was banished from the fire pit. first time, i had nearly cooked myself and the second time i ruined a favored pot and pan. sewing i had equally bad luck with. i would always prick my fingers and stain the fabric with blood. the shirts i did make never fit quite right. mother said i just didn't have the eye for cleaning. no matter how hard i tried, i always missed some stain or batch of dust.
funnily enough, i did take to reading as well as any other girl in my position. sadly, i never learned much due to lack of time. it's hard to say how well i would have done if given just a little more time.
by the time i reached ten, my parents were excited to see me off to my own man and home, but word spread quick of the klutzy child i was and not too many fish nibbled at the line. though i tried to be funny and witty to all the boys that i met, i had a nasty habit of frustrating those around me. sometimes i'd ask too personal of questions. sometimes i'd just be mean until they couldn't stand to be around me. other times i would flat out ignore them. it took nearly two years before my father caved and simply arranged a marriage for me.
the first boy i met was four years older than i was. he was a light haired boy from georgia who's widowed mother owned a plantation. my father wanted to marry into her business so that his reach could extend to the other colonies. when i was to meet my soon to be husband, i found him to be a quiet, timid boy. i really couldn't resist teasing him mercilessly and laughing at every silly thing he said. it was in good fun, i assure you, but after i started pushing him around too much, his mother backed out of the marriage.
i met my second boy three years later. he was part of a fabulously wealthy family who had reached out to my father. i think they wanted to buy my father's slaves, but he only agreed if i were to be married into their family. at first, i clicked very well with the boy who was much closer to my age. we laughed and smiled and even shared a kiss on the first night we had met. i thought maybe this was what love was, but by now i should have figured something would have gone wrong. i grew inconsolably distraught when it was time to say our goodbyes. i screamed and cried and broke many of my family's decorations all in front of the stunned mister and missus and my father. i punched and kicked and bit and did everything i could to plead with them to let the boy stay.
my father did not hear back from the other family.
after those two incidents, my father shoved me to any boy that passed back. a few more times something serious started to bloom, but it never really went anywhere. the boy moved away, the boy mysteriously disappeared, the boy became disgusted with the thought of being with me. always something new.
shortly after my 23rd birthday in 1776, the colonies were nearing panic as war broke out here and there. the fight for freedom against the supposed evil europeans. senseless murder, my mother and i had agreed on. my father was soon drafted into the war where he proudly fought alongside his fellow men against invading british fleets. my mother found herself sewing clothes and rags for nearby ragtag units. she and my father soon began traveling around to achieve their liberty while i stayed home to tend to the slaves and various chores.
shortly after my parents had left, i found myself infatuated with a young british man who had gotten separated from his squadron. we spent only a night together, but that was all i needed. anything longer than that and i risked breaking his heart. under the moonlight on my family's farm, we made slow, passionate love. we kissed and promised to be together forever. i told him i loved him and would never leave. it was the best moment in my life.
in the morning, i awoke before him and left to tend to the slaves. i was almost instantly questioned by a group of disgruntled citizens. they openly asked if i had seen any british men in the fields. i hardly gave it a second thought before mentioning that one was inside my house. looking back, i was lucky they only lynched him and not myself. i was even luckier that word hadn't spread to my parents.
when my parents returned months later, i had easily assumed why my stomach was growing larger, but didn't bring it up to them. unfortunately, they were quick to notice. at first, i tried to deny my pregnancy and assured them i had simply just been eating more than usual, but my parents didn't care. my mother was overjoyed with the thought of being a grandmother, whereas my father was eagerly awaiting me to tell him who i would be married to. i looked him dead in the eye and told him of my night with the british soldier.
both of my parents were overcome with anger and disappointment. after a thorough beating from my father, i was evicted from the household. while on my own, i spent most of my time charming men into letting me stay the night with them, or sleeping under the shade of a tree. i had a pretty enough face that lended people to offer me food. worse case scenario, i would return home late at night and have one of my former slaves bring me food. the slave who had raised me cautioned me to eat more and even though i agreed i was always more hungry, something felt wrong about doing that. i only ate what was necessary. i let myself sleep in the cold, rather then risk hiding away in a barn. i never took much care to protect the growing lump in my stomach, yet i cradled my baby every night and sung to them as if they were alive.
many moths later, i was struck by the pain of birth. confused and scared, i crawled to my parent's front door and begged shelter. they couldn't refuse me and soon my mother was holding my hand and promising me it would be okay. a doctor joined her shortly thereafter as well as a priest. though it was the most pain i had ever felt in my life, giving birth to my child was the single greatest moment i had ever experienced. the moment it was done, i smiled and reached for the child in the doctor's arms.
he didn't hand me my child. instead, he passed the silent bundle of blood to a nearby slave and then went to washing my legs.
i called out for my child once more. my mother squeezed my hand and looked to the doctor as if she was hiding some horrifying secret.
it was oddly quiet wasn't it? weren't babies supposed to yelp and scream at birth?
i called out once more. finally, the doctor reluctantly responded.
my rise to power is a depressing one. the news of my child being born dead was more than i could take. tragedy after tragedy wrecked havoc over my life for so long. so long i endured it. but this one i couldn't stand through. officially, i died of blood loss during the birth. i think i died more of a broken heart.
directly after my death, i was ejected from my body and found myself a ghost wandering the estate. i never felt particularly drawn to any one person or place, though i did visit my grave every day. i was buried with my child, but the tombstone made no mention of the little girl that my corpse clung to. my parents didn't want to advertise their whore of a daughter, i supposed.
during my time as a ghost, i felt myself spiral into despair. i recanted my life and all the mistakes i had made. i lingered on the ways i could have acted different or changed myself. slowly, i grew to realize something that shook me to my very core. the realization of just why everything seemed so horribly wrong in my life. i don't think my heart could handle it. as soon as it had dawned on me, i felt myself get eaten away by pain and whiteness.
i don't recall much of my hollow life. i was a tall, lanky creature with fearsome jaws and a forlorn voice. a siren, i think. any person who dared listen to my song felt themselves overcome with adrenaline. their chests would puff up and they'd dare the darkness to fight whatever beast called to them. of course, they would always died by my hands. i would eat them slowly from the bottom up. i gave them every chance to call for help, to be saved, or to summon an unheard of power to stop me. to them, i was just toying with them and torturing them until they couldn't take it anymore.
when i was maybe a century old, i felt myself growing bored with the simple person who wandered into my traps. i knew of the shinigami who sought to cut down all like me. i knew to avoid them. but my self preservation faded away slowly until i finally started to tease the tiger in the cage. i lured on in like i always would with the humans. i let him scream and make all the noise he wanted as i chewed on his legs and pinned him down. i waited eagerly for his friends to come save him. they did not.
unsatisfied, i pounced upon a small team of shinigami shortly after. no tricks or songs, i went straight in for the fight. they fought with tooth and nail, beating me back over and over and spilling more of my blood over the grass. only when my vision blurred and fear started to grip me did i end the game. i killed all three of them and ate them instantly. i then retreated to lick my wounds and stake my claim on the western coast of the growing american world. once fully healed, i continued to pick fights with growing numbers of shinigami.
more than once i nearly died, but every time i felt as if i was putting back together what was left of my heart. something about the brush with death left me satisfied and fulfilled. only when i started to bite off more than i could chew did i retreat. gangs of shinigami were sent to corral me and my terrorism against my former homeland. full squads chased after me in hopes of putting down the beast that killed without reason. even i, who seemed to want nothing more than to die, fled to hueco mundo for safety.
weakened and mostly unfamiliar with the desert, i soon became easy prey for the far stronger monsters that lurked there. every day was a fight. decades went on and i wondered if my wounds would ever heal. part of me hoped not. i would run around when i felt them begin to seal, muscles tearing them open and bringing a new wave of pain. the scent lured in even more hollows. it wasn't long before my mere presence was drawing in vast numbers of hollows, all eager to kill my weakened soul.
i don't really know who won that gruesome fight, but what i do know is that it made me something... emptier. a large, lonely monster that towered over any structure i had ever seen. i was like a child strapped into a carriage, watching the world go by as someone else pulled on the reigns. this went on for an unbearable amount of time. a century, maybe more. even i grew restless, or was that because the souls around me were agitated and i was simply feeding off their emotions?
my call to action is short but beautiful. to say a war broke out between the souls within this vessel made it seem too real. it was a battle of willpower. thoughts and motives clashed against each other. unknown faces roared out against those trying to oppress them. all the while, i sat in the corner and watched it unfold. our vessel groaned and meandered in search of something while the souls slaughtered each other in their vain attempt to reach the top.
it went on and on and on. it never ended. all the screaming. all the fighting. blood. crying. pain.
something in my soul snapped. i don't know how or why, but i found myself looking out from the vessel's eyes, its hands reaching up as i willed it. i don't think it really clicked in my mind that i had somehow risen to the top of the souls. all i cared about was silencing their screaming which now sounded more and more like that of a child's.
i brought the vessel's hands to its face and pulled. i pulled with all the strength i had until everything went black for the second time in my life.
i have 5,670 (2,625 death GP) total gp and i have 70 gp to spare.
my base gp is 2,800 and my earned gp is 2,825.
4,000 of my gp is in stats.
i have 0 masteries and have requested 0 milestones.
my hollow power allows me to lend my strength to those who are within melee range. this allows a person of my choosing to use my resonance skill for one hybrid check per post. this has a cooldown of two rounds.
after i master my hollow power, i no longer need to be within melee range to help my partner. if i affect a check while not in melee range, it costs an additional round of cooldown.
finally, should i grandmaster my hollow power, there is no limitation brought on by range.
____i'm reckless and stupid, to put it bluntly. every decision i make, conscious or otherwise, is influenced by my nature to "live life on the edge", as the kids say these days. i'll stop what i'm doing to let my opponent get a square, unhindered punch smack-dab on my face. but there's a reverse to that. i certainly don't want to die. no matter how stupid i am, there will always be that moment of clarity when i get my act together and actually make a good decision. or maybe i just really like seeing the look on someone's face when they so thoroughly fail to actually hurt me. there is, after all, a cruel sense of irony in that.
____Novice: if 1-3, my wound taken is increased by one Rank. if 4-5, it remains unchanged. if 6, my wound is ignored completely.
____Proficient: once per thread i may increase my roll value by one.
____Master: i may roll twice and choose whichever roll is higher.
Kawaii Desu Failure Sama is Approved for 1500 GP.
Inactive, post here to activate.
these are my new stats..
Prestige Shinigami "I am here. There is no better security than this."
Hollow Evolution no longer exists. Rename that to Resonance before you update your Stats and Skills post.
Other than that typographical error, you're approved.
"my hollow power allows me to lend my strength to those who are within melee range. this allows a person of my choosing to use my resonance skill for one hybrid check per post. this has a cooldown of two rounds.
finally, should i grandmaster my hollow power, there is no limitation brought on by range."
i'm reckless and stupid, to put it bluntly. every decision i make, conscious or otherwise, is influenced by my nature to "live life on the edge", as the kids say these days. i'll stop what i'm doing to let my opponent get a square, unhindered punch smack-dab on my face. but there's a reverse to that. i certainly don't want to die. no matter how stupid i am, there will always be that moment of clarity when i get my act together and actually make a good decision. or maybe i just really like seeing the look on someone's face when they so thoroughly fail to actually hurt me. there is, after all, a cruel sense of irony in that.
___Novice: If 1-3, my wound taken is increased by one Rank. If 4-5, it remains unchanged. If 6, my wound is ignored completely.
___Proficient: Once per thread i may increase my roll value by one.
___Master: i may roll twice and choose whichever roll is higher.
In light of the wait, I'll be jumping in to say that your power is approved! Substituting your Resonance skill for a single check per post, for others, and with a cooldown, is more than acceptable.
Your numbers also appear to add up, and your Child of Destiny flavor is fine as well.
Welcome to the 200 club!
Everything checks out, you're approved for a new unused/total GP amount of 211/5811!


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Modify DNS settings
Support > Domain > Domain administration
Click the «Domain» menu item and then «Settings».
3. Display information
Expand the view by clicking the «arrow icon» next to the domain with the DNS zone you want to change and then click the «Edit DNS» button.
4. Edit DNS zone
The DNS records saved in the system are displayed here.
If you want to add a new DNS record, click «Add DNS entry» at the bottom.
If you want to make changes to an existing DNS record, click on the «pencil icon» to the right of the relevant item.
If you want to delete an existing DNS record, click the «X» to the right of the respective item.
5. Types of DNS records
When creating or changing DNS records, you can choose between various types. Here is a list of the available types along with a description:
Maps a domain to a specific IP address.
The (sub)domain you want to redirect.
Example: www.
TTL (Time To Live)
How long this DNS record remains valid in the cache of a name server.
Example: 1 hour
The target of the DNS record.
In the case of an A-record, this must always be an IP address.
CNAME record
link from a subdomain with another subdomain. An alias for a domain name.
In the case of a CNAME record, this must always be a hostname.
Example: www.website2.ch
Redirects email traffic from a domain to another email server. Defining a hostname as the designated mail server with a certain priority required.
Example: mail.
The priority assigned to this record with respect to the other MX records.
Example: 10
The hostname of the mail server.
In the case of an MX record, this must always be a hostname.
Example: mail.provider.ch
TXT record
TXT records can be used to save additional information in the name-server settings for a domain. The text is user-definable. This lets you include information to a name-server record when the information cannot be assigned to any specific record type. TXT records are therefore especially well-suited for special, custom configurations and the use of new services at the name-server level for which there is no specific record type available.
Here you can also add SPF records (Sender Policy Framework on Wikipedia).
May be left blank.
User-definable text.
Example: test
SRV record
Service resource records (SRV) can redirect IP-based services with a specific port to the desired server that provides this service.
Service & log
Preceded by an underscore (_)
Example: _ldap._tcp
The priority assigned to this record with respect to the other SRV records with the same service.
The weighting given to this record within the same priority level of the same service. This is used for load balancing.
TCP or UDP port of this service.
The hostname of the server providing this service.
For SRV records, this must always be a hostname.
Example: ldap.provider.ch
After making your changes or adding a DNS record, click «Save». Please note the Time To Live (TTL) that has been set. This indicates when the DNS record will be updated globally.
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So is talent something you can really measure or even define? Or is it something that must be purely based on others' opinion and the parameters of the genre or job description? I mean, I don't particularly like screamo rock, but that's because I don't think it takes much talent to scream into a microphone at the top of your lungs for four minutes straight. But then again, I don't know that genre very well, so I could be missing out on a lot of really great artists who do have a lot of talent….. I don't think I am, but you never know.
Or here's an interesting angle: is our taste in music (specifically our talent-taste, not genre-taste) dependent or at least somehow related to our own musical proficiency? For example, if we're tone deaf, does that mean that we can't hear when other people aren't hitting the notes perfectly on key?
"She's pitchy on the high notes too often." "He has a weird vibrato." "Her voice is too nasally." "They don't harmonize well." Are these facts or opinions or both? And does the answer to that question determine whether that artist is talented or not?
I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts!
I think sometimes writing is especially hard because you want to say things that you're not sure anyone else wants to hear. And I don't mean wondering things like, "maybe people don't care about my dead cat…" or "maybe people aren't interested in hearing me complain about how horrible my life is right now…" (shocker there). No, what I'm talking about are small, snapshot instances, the fleeting, nitty-gritty details that somehow manage to make our lives profound.
It's that moment when you realize your mother really did know what she was talking about when she told you growing up is hard.
Or that instant you finally understand something somebody said to you when you were eight.
Or that amazing epiphany when you get the "perfect" idea for something.
Or the lovely moment when you realize someone is going to become a new close friend.
Feeding readers the stories behind each of these situations feels wrong somehow… like we're pulling the screen of privacy a little too far aside. Or like we've finally crossed the line between putting ourselves into our writing, and becoming the writing.
Because in some ways, it's good to "become" your writing – at least, in the sense that you put some of yourself into every piece that you write. But here's the question: how far do you go? How far can you go? Where is that line?
It's so irresistible – that urge to tell someone every detail of an experience you're passionate about. It's an urge that stems from a desire to share a special moment with someone who is also willing to share those moments with you. But can we ever successfully project those desires onto our readers? I mean, can we ever write that kind of piece successfully, without regrets?
I think I'm going to argue (for the most part, anyway) no. Because no matter how many of our readers might know us personally, no matter how much our readers may enjoy our writing, and no matter how comfortable we may feel exposing our private lives to complete strangers, the fact still remains: some moments are all the sweeter savored in silence.
Last week I made the point that real readers are becoming frighteningly uncommon, so in an effort to get people to read more, I thought I'd share with the world why I love some of the hot and hated books right now – and, therefore, why I think they're worth reading. Last week's post was about Stephanie Meyer and her books, the Twilight Saga and The Host (click here to read last week's post!), and this week's topic is going to be about Christopher Paolini and his books, the Inheritance Cycle (a.k.a. the Eragon books)!
Now I know this one might not be hated as hotly as the Twilight books are, but (in my experience, at least), I've gotten a lot of sneers for confessing my love for these books (and I know a lot of friends who have gotten sneers for liking them, too). Some of the arguments I've heard most often against Paolini's books (there are four: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, and Inheritance) are that he uses too much description, the language he uses is hard to understand, his characters/the setting/the world/the storyline are not believable, etc., etc. There are many more things I've heard people say about how "bad" these books are, but the ones I listed are what I'm going to address, so I'll stop there.
For one thing, I thing it's pointless to argue that a book's plot or characters or setting is unbelievable – especially when that book is clearly fiction. The whole point of setting a novel in another world is so that your readers aren't always worrying about whether something in the story is "believable" or not. And I'm making this argument as both a reader/book-lover AND writer/aspiring-novelist. So don't call something in a fiction book "unbelievable" unless you know that the author intended the story to be accurate to life… or unless you mean it in the "this book is so awesome!!" sense.
Which leads me to my next point – there's nothing wrong with good, well-educated and well-used diction and vocabulary. Yes, I do think Paolini uses a lot of vocabulary that the average public high-schooler might not know, but so what? When you don't know a word, look it up! (It's called "LEARNING!") I grew up reading tons of books that were technically "above" my reading level, so I learned a lot of words sooner than most other kids my age, and it actually gave me an advantage in my high school literature classes. Sure, you can call me a nerd if you want – or you can ask me what a word means and learn something yourself.
Ok, I can't let this topic go until we talk about the film version of Eragon. Unfortunately, this is one instance where I agree with the general public (and in this case, the general public's opinion is by far the majority opinion) – the movie was terrible. Bad acting, bad accuracy to the book (and I mean worse than usual, Hollywood), low budget, they never made the other books into movies (so we have no sense of how much better it could have been), and it just wasn't very well made in general. Now don't get me wrong – there are actors in there that I loved when they were in other films, but they just weren't the right ones to play these characters… The books were epic and really well anticipated when they were still coming out, but I don't think this movie was very highly anticipated – and of the people who did have high expectations, it turned out to be a sorry disappointment.
So those are my thoughts on Christopher Paolini and his Inheritance books! I'd be very interested to hear what your opinions are of these books, or, if you haven't read any of them, whether my post has made you any more motivated to read them now! Thanks for reading, and have a great weekend!
I'm one of those people who became a bookworm and bibliophile the moment I learned to read. I have my own personal library at home (I have about 140 books), and I've read all of them at least once (some of them more than 4 or 5 times). Needless to say, I've read quite a few books – many of which have been novels and series that became popular within the last 5 years. Of these books (the ones that have recently become popular), a few have been made into movies and therefore become hotly debated topics of conversation because of their added publicity and popularity.
So, in an effort to persuade people who "aren't readers" to pick up a book "everybody else" is reading, I thought I'd start a series of posts about books I've come to love, but others love to hate. I don't know how long this series will last (it's at least worthy of 2 or 3 more posts), but I'll only cover one book (or series, or author) in each post.
For this post, it seems appropriate that I start with Stephanie Meyer and her books – The Twilight Saga and The Host.
Yes, I'm a Twilight fan – but not for the reasons I know all of you are thinking. First off, I hate how people tend to lump the movies in with the books and call them the same thing. They aren't the same thing! And this is coming from someone who has actually READ all the books! Now I must admit, I do like the movies. Yes, the first couple got off to a rough start because the cast wasn't that great and they had small budgets, but once they got a little momentum, I think they're a series of pretty well-made movies with mediocre-to-okay acting.
The books, however, are a whole different story (no pun intended). I consider Stephanie Meyer to be a good author. She's simply a fantastic writer, and even though she's been accused of taking cliches and somehow "remaking" them without actually remaking them well, her stories are deeper than that. Beneath those first person narratives, there's a pervasive theme that's present in both the Twilight Saga and her novel, The Host: what does it mean to be human? It's a prevalent question! All Meyer does is explore it in the context of a series of fiction novels. In the Twilight books, the question is about whether vampires are still "human" in the sense that they retain essential elements of their humanity even after they're changed into vampires. In The Host, the question is whether the alien species that has invaded the earth and taken over humanity actually has elements of humanity in themselves, and whether being intimately linked with humans makes them more human.
Whether or not you care about these deeper topics, though, I think Meyer's novels are worth reading simply because they capture a character's perspective in a way that makes them easy to identify with and easy to understand. Bella of Twilight and Wanda of The Host are admirable characters, and they have nuances to their personalities that you're still discovering even as the story is coming to a close. In short, Meyer's characterization skills by themselves are worth witnessing.
One final note – because The Host was written after the Twilight Saga, the quality of writing is noticeably better, and it's written more for an older audience than the Twilight books were. Even if you've read the Twilight books and not liked them, I would still recommend reading The Host simply because it's so different from the Twilight books.
What are your thoughts on this author? What was your reaction when you read these books or saw these movies? Does my argument make you want to read them any more than you did before you read this post? I'd be very interested to hear your answers! As always, thanks for reading!
From poems about music itself, to poems about the emotions evoked by a certain song, to pieces written with lyrical description, music has always been my #1 inspiration. It has prompted my best pieces, my best lines, my best phrases, and even when I write non-creative pieces (like essays and research papers), listening to music while I write never fails to help me find the best ideas and compose my best work.
of a writhing, twirling, forgotten art.
Getting inspiration to write isn't the only reason why I love music, though. I've loved to sing ever since I was little, and even though I took piano lessons for a few years and violin for a few weeks in elementary and middle school, singing is the only music form that I've ever truly loved to do. I've often thought that if I didn't love writing as much as I do, I would have pursued a career in music. Actually, I've often wished I had the time in my college schedule to squeeze in a music minor.
I'm sure it's already abundantly clear through my posts, but I have an intense passion for art, and I count music and writing as two of the most beautiful forms of art there are. For me, writing and music are not just hobbies or career choices; they are things that define me. I wouldn't be who I am if either one of them wasn't in my life, and I know for a fact that my content and style of writing would be drastically different if music was not such an enormous influence on me.
I won't go into who my favourite music artists are right now because that question alone has an answer big enough to fill its own post, but you can be sure it will be coming in the near future! One thing you'll come to understand about me is that when I get excited about something, it's hard for me NOT to share it with others. I love introducing people to the things I love so that they can come to love them too!
So what are your biggest inspirations? What kind of music do you like to listen to and what role does music (in general) play in your life? I'm very interested to hear your answers, so tell me in the comments below!
"AlectorFencer" is a professional digital artist whose work includes intricately detailed fantasy creatures and characters, as well as some beautiful leatherwork (alectorfencer.deviantart.com).
and "bodies like star systems." (colbalt-rain.deviantart.com/art/bodies-like-star-systems).
I hope this (really) long post was interesting and helpful, especially for those of us looking for inspiration! There are hundreds, thousands even, of talented artists and writers that I couldn't mention on DeviantART, and if this is a well-accepted post, I may do another in the future… especially for those of you who aren't familiar with DeviantART! Anyway, let me know if this was helpful and if you would like to see similar posts in the future! Also, tell me: what inspires you the most? As always, thanks for reading!


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Boating is a dynamic and elegant lifestyle – a style that brings together beauty and power. The concept of having boats build in Qatar emerged from the mind of our beloved His Excellency Emir SHEIK TAMIM BIN HAMAD AL-THANI. Thanks for his wonderful idea together with AHMAD MOHD AL-HITMI, were able to establish ourselves in the art of boat building. This newly established boat building Halul Lil Quareb otherwise known as Halul Boats founded in August 2004 from its modest beginning as it is a compressive need today. We are very much thankful to the collective efforts for the dedicated yacht designer and the other skilled worker who bring their vigorous dedication to their work together with the support of Ahmad Al-Hitmi. It was a success. Located at the 41st Street New Industrial Area with a total area of 10000 sq. meters consisting of an office, workshop, service sheds and covered installations for the production of power boats. Halul Boats had constructed a prototype with the specifications of 48ft 10ft beam weight of 7tons powered by 2x350hp Volvo diesel with a speed of 39 knots on March 2005, this 48ft boat was launched and was able to meet the quality performance and budget based on boat plan. With this success, the coast guard assign Halul Boats to design 32ft outboard powered and this was launched on October 2005. With this performance, Halul Boat was awarded to build 15 units of this type with additional 9 units of 36ft. The company is now under negotiation with the coast guard to build a lookout barge of 140ft x 36ft. made of FRP (Fiberglass reinforcement plastic).
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The Way by Aurelio D. Santos, Oil on Paper
Aurelio D.Santos was born in León, but grew up in Barcelona.
His interest in art began at an early age. As a young kid, he became fascinated with the beauty of colors and the charm of the art of drawing. Even though his early professional career was developed around the business world and he was mainly an artist manager, he decided to change the course of his career and started working on his own artistic creations – partly thanks to the inspiration and encouragement he got from his surroundings. He went to the art school 'Escuela Massana' and then to ' ', school directed by the prestigious artist Joaquín Santaló.
Aurelio Santos made his first steps to launch his lifelong career in the art world as the director of a serigraphy and engraving studio under the pseudonym of André Bufi. The studio reached popularity all around Spain, and achieved an outstanding record of sales. What is more, he gained popularity and praising in the artistic circles. During this period, he created series such as "Las Bicicletas" (The Bicycles), awarded in several international prestigious contests, such as the one held in La Habana or the "Hoja de Plata" in Venezuela. Later, Aurelio moved from León to Mallorca, where he worked as the director of the art gallery Galeria Llombards until he decided to open his own gallery Galeria AD Santos and attended several International Fairs.
Santos's view on art "Many artists indeed suggest art is a form of expression, a river of feelings. That is definitely true but it is actually sometimes difficult to understand what the source of those feelings is. The transmission of feeling is something that takes place in all aspects of life: a look, a smile or a sigh are very forceful forms of expression. They are obvious forms of nonverbal communication that are widely thought of as normal. I am actually in favor of simplicity. I like to think that we are machines able to feel, to distinguish more than three million different colors, to capture both the daylight and the darkness of the night, to feel the heat and the cold, to like, to listen to things and to have the capacity to fall in love or to appreciate the scent of a rose. The capacity to feel these things turn us into something like travelers in an idyllic land, a place that is often sadly taken for granted. I believe. I believe all these aptitudes are only a part of the tool… if you add a brush and some color to it, it's like being at the be.
The well is filled up with water… it stays still, it doesn't move. If you were to go on a journey through the desert, you would probably end up quite thirsty. Finding a well would be like finding a treasure which is an immediate answer to your main need.
From my point of view as an artist, the soul represents that huge well from where you can extract a substance full of energy and plenitude that controls all of your body cells and that leads you and rules over you as if you were a puppet… full of happiness.
That is my fountain/source. That is my life. That is my purpose.


Follow along with my adventures in dumpster diving and whatever I decide to do in the future.
Just a caution about dumpster diving. Check local ordinances for legalities in your area.
I am now working as a full-time reseller. I may decide to start bidding on storage auctions or buying pallets as well. I hope to eventually do some travelling, meet some other divers, and continue making new videos about corporate waste, trash picking, rubbish rummaging, garbage finds, curbside scouting, scrapping, salvaging, foraging, freeganism, saving money, selling and exploring. Other interests I hope to pursue: hunting for rocks, gems, metal detecting, artifact hunting, and all types of treasure hunting as I really dig it, you dig?
I love watching other people's adventures on youtube in anything relating to exploring, especially abandoned places, so I may dabble in it myself some day.
I've noticed more recently, diving for food can save tons of money, mainly thanks to Aldi.
Almost everything I get is free now that I've gotten back into diving. I was having transportation issues for a while, so I didn't get to go out much. I am saving money to put a down payment on a house in a good location for having yard sales. I also want a box truck. And a moped.
For anyone stuck in a rut without enough money right now, you need to start peeking in those dumpsters. If caught, you could say I am looking for some bubble wrap and a few boxes, which won't be a lie as you'll be needing it to store and ship the goods you find.
There are dry days now and then, but usually it's a ton of free stuff. How well you do depends on location.
Where to look for free things.
Scrap or valuables can be found in any dumpster, personal belongings, ect.
Apartments may be decent, but I rarely hit them.
Pier One if you can find one unlocked.
Aldi, one of my new favorites. I love them so much, and I love you, too.
To the rare person that complains and dislikes youtubers that put this info out there, stop being selfish, look for other ways of making a living, and realize there's millions of dumpsters full of perfectly good products heading to the landfill that you can't find, store and use yourself.
People should be informed. The corporations should be exposed. I don't care if they see my videos and decide to lock the dumpsters, as that can of worms was opened a decade ago on youtube. They should be donating. They don't. And we are helping to get the word out. Most of us express appreciation for having access to it. Where to dumpster dive doesn't need to be a big secret.
Thanks for liking, subscribing, comments appreciated, shares welcomed.
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Saint Gaudéric, Gaudérique de Viéville, ou Gaudry (en catalan : Galderic [gald.rik] ) (Vilavella, actuel Saint-Gaudéric, Comté de Carcassonne, vers 820 - Saint Martin du Canigou, Conflent, 900) est un saint de l'église catholique, fêté le 16 octobre. C'est un paysan du , qui avec ses deux frères cultivait les terres d'un propriétaire. Il défendit les droits des paysans, les protégeant des abus et des mauvais traitements des seigneurs. Il est le patron des agriculteurs catalans. On l'invoque pour obtenir la pluie parce qu'il avait fait jaillir du sol une fontaine.

Étymologie du prénom
Le nom de « Galderic » est dérivé de la langue allemande « Gaut » qui signifie « Dieu » et « Éric » qui signifie « Serviteur ».
On pourrait traduire le nom par « celui qui est au service de Dieu ».

Vénération
Gaudéric est mort en odeur de sainteté et a été enterré dans le monastère de Sant Martí del Canigó. Une série de miracles lui a été attribuée et il est canonisé en 990 lors du concile de Narbonne par l'évêque Raymond II de Toulouse. À Saint-Martin du Canigó, où à l'origine, comme au Monastère de Montserrat, ou au Monastère de Ripoll et autres monastères bénédictins, s'entretenait le culte de l'image d'une vierge noire. Ce lieu est devenu un sanctuaire et lieu de pèlerinage surtout depuis 1014.

Sa fête est le . Il est le saint patron du Roussillon, du Conflent, du Vallespir et de Perpignan. Il est également le patron originel des agriculteurs catalans, jusqu'à son remplacement par Saint Isidore le Laboureur à partir du  en Catalogne Sud. Toutefois, aujourd'hui il est encore vénéré par les paysans des deux côtés des Pyrénées.

Il est fréquent de rencontrer le prénom Gaudéric ou Galdric en Catalogne Nord.

Reliquaires
Pendant la Guerre des faucheurs, la France envahit les comtés catalans.
Le , craignant pour les reliques du saint, les moines du Conflent les emmenèrent par des chemins de montagne jusqu'à l'église du monastère roman de Sant Pau del Camp de Barcelone. Les moines sont arrivés avec les reliques à Barcelone le , lors de l'organisation d'une procession solennelle présidée par les conseillers municipaux. Après la signature du Traité des Pyrénées, par lequel Philippe IV de Castille et III d'Aragon cédait à Louis XIV les comtés nord-catalans, les reliques de Saint Gaudéric retournèrent au Canigou, en passant, après sécularisation, par la Cathédrale de Perpignan.

Depuis le , une relique de saint Galderic peut être vénérée dans l'église paroissiale de l'ancien monastère bénédictin de Sant Pau del Camp à Barcelone, grâce à une donation de l'évêché d'Elne-Perpignan.
La relique est conservée à l'intérieur d'une urne créée par l'artisan maître Joan Vallve i Benach.

Autres reliquaires :
 Saint Laurent de la Salanque : Dans l'église paroissiale de Saint-Vincent on peut voir une statue reliquaire peinte. Le piédestal se présente comme un garde qui contient des reliques ().
 Saint Feliu d'Amont : L'église comporte un buisson doré de reliques en images, arbustes et buissons de graisse. La relique était à l'arrière du crâne. Au sud du coffret figurent le nom du sculpteur et la date de relocalisation de l'œuvre. Le reliquaire est l'œuvre du sculpteur François Boher né à Villefranche-de-Conflent en 1769.
 Rivesaltes : On y voit une statuette reliquaire en bois peint de saint Gaudéric. Le pilier rectangulaire de la statue est traversé par un médaillon qui contient les reliques de saint Gaudéric ().
Un document qui est un fragment du sermon pour la fête de Sant Galderic, écrit par l'abbé Oliba entre 1018 et 1046, est conservé au Musée épiscopal de Vic (fichier de capituler, pièce XIII-6).

Dans la culture populaire
À Barcelone, le Patronat de Sant Galderic, qui maintient la continuité de la dévotion des paysans catalans depuis 900, organise une messe en son honneur. Dans l'église paroissiale de Sant Pau del Camp à Barcelone, le Patronat célèbre une messe en son honneur à 20 heures, au cours de laquelle on chante les goigs du saint, les cadeaux sont présentés avec un brin d'épi de blé et une copie du goig publiée à l'occasion de la fête. Un gâteau, coca de panoli, et du vin ranci sont servis à tout le monde.

Après la dictature franquiste, en remerciement pour la liberté apportée par les institutions démocratiques et en résonance avec le grand mouvement de récupération de la langue et de la culture catalanes, le culte de saint Gaudéric comme patron des paysans est repris dans toute la Catalogne. La commune de La Tallada d'Empordà clame avoir été la première à récupérer la tradition en 1987. Parmi celles qui viennent de le faire figurent :
 Vallverd d'Urgell : messe de Sant Galderic à l'église de Sant Miquel Arcàngel.
 Esponellà, Serinyà, Porqueres, Fontcoberta : fête de jumelage paysan entre les villes voisines pour Sant Galderic.

 Cornellà del Terri : fête de Sant Galderic a l'église de Santa Llogaia.
 Castellbisbal : fête de Sant Galderic a l'église de Sant Vicenç.
 Ulldemolins : fêtes de Sant Galderic par l'association de femmes "La Carena".
 Terrassa : fondation sociale paysanne de Sant Galderic.
 Rubí : fêtes paysannes de Sant Galderic.
 Tavèrnoles : foire paysanne de Saint Galderic.
 Avià : fête de Sant Galderic.
 La Selva del Camp : fêtes paysannes de Sant Galderic par l'association culturelle "25 d'Abril".
 Mollet del Vallès : foire de la paysannerie de Sant Galderic à l'aire naturel de Gallecs.
 Campdevànol : messe de Sant Galderic.
 Falset : foire paysanne de Sant Galderic du Priorat, la Ribera d'Ebre et la Terra Alta, les trois, "comarques" du sud de la Catalogne.

Joies ou goigs à Saint Gaudéric
Pour la vénération du saint on a une chanson avec partition, typique en Catalogne pour célébrer la Vierge ou les saints, qu'on appelle goigs, souvent imprimées sur des feuilles souvent illustrées. Voici un extrait :

Aussi, le poète Jacint Verdaguer lui consacre quelques versets : "De saint Gaudéric dans le voisin hauteur / creuse l'ermite une sépulture / humidifiant la terre en tristes pleurs" ("De sant Galderic en la veïna altura / enfondeix l'ermità una sepultura / humitejant la terra en tristos plors").

Légendes

Saint Gaudéric bénéficie jusqu'à ce jour d'une grande ferveur populaire. Ainsi, le 18 mars 2023, pendant une longue période de sécheresse, une procession est organisée à Perpignan pour l'invoquer afin de faire tomber la pluie, . Les fidèles partent de la cathédrale, portant  la statue et les reliques du saint, et finissent devant le Têt, où une bénédiction a lieu. Quelques heures plus tard, une pluie diluvienne tombe sur la ville, amenant autant d'eau qu'entre janvier et février 2023 cumulés, et déjouant les prévisions des météorologues.

Le miracle de l'aire
Il avait l'amour des pauvres. La porte de sa maison restait ouverte pour les pèlerins et les pauvres. Le premier des miracles qui fit sa renommée se produisit un jour d'août. Le temps était venu de dépiquer le blé. Les gerbes de blé avait été amenées sur l'aire. Cet espace de terre battue était soigneusement préparé. Les gerbes déliées étaient étendues. Les hommes tapaient avec des fléaux afin de détacher les grains. À l'aide de fourches et de râteaux on enlevait ensuite la paille. Gaudéric, ses frères et le domestique étaient là de bon matin. Après avoir prié à genou, ils se mirent au travail. À midi ils avaient bien avancé. Au milieu de l'aire une épaisse couche de froment chauffait au soleil. Après le repas et s'être accordé une heure de repos le battage reprit. Mais bientôt au Cers des nuages menaçants envahissaient le ciel. Un orage soudain éclata. Déjà de grosses gouttes de pluie mêlées de grêlons tombaient sur Viéville. Il était impossible de mettre à l'abri les gerbes déjà sur l'aire. Des torrents de pluie allaient emporter les grains qui recouvraient le sol. Gaudéric pensait à la récolte perdue, à l'hiver de disette qui s'annonçait. « Lorsque les pauvres, les pèlerins, les errants frapperont à la porte de la maison, la huche sera vide. » Gaudéric se précipite au devant de l'orage, ses mains suppliant Dieu. On vit alors les nuées de l'orage se partager en deux avant d'arriver sur l'aire pour se rejoindre plus loin. L'aire resta parfaitement sèche. Partout ailleurs dans le voisinage c'était la désolation des récoltes saccagées.

Le miracle de l'Angélus
Gaudéric avait une dévotion toute particulière à la Vierge, mère de Jésus. Il fleurissait avec les fleurs des champs les petites statues de la Vierge du village. Dès que tintait au clocher de Viéville l'Angélus on le voyait s'agenouiller et prier Marie. Ce « réflexe » était bien connu du voisinage. Un jour, un jeune sacristain un brin farceur voulut lui jouer un tour. Le ruisseau dit des Fontasses, d'ordinaire à sec ou mince filet d'eau, avait été grossi par la pluie tombée sur les hauteurs. Gaudéric, sa journée de travail terminée, rentrait chez lui. Il cheminait devant ses bœufs tout en méditant. Sa route le conduisait à traverser le ruisseau à gué. Depuis le clocher, le sacristain attendit qu'il soit engagé dans le flot d'eau pour actionner la cloche. Aussitôt voilà le laboureur à genoux, les mains jointes, indifférent à son environnement. Miracle, l'eau qui baignait ses pieds s'écoula vers l'aval tandis que celle venant de l'amont s'arrêta le temps de la prière. Le sacristain, émerveillé par ce prodige, se chargea de raconter dans toute la contrée ce nouveau miracle.

Le miracle de la source
La tombe de Gaudéric, à Viéville, était devenue un lieu de pèlerinage populaire échappant au contrôle des prêtres de la région. Ceux-ci en informèrent l'évêché de Toulouse. L'évêque Raymond (987-1010), issu de la famille des comtes de Toulouse, les écouta avec bienveillance. Il attendit que soit organisé un concile. Ce serait celui tenu à Narbonne en l'an 990 présidé par l'archevêque Ermengard. Escorté de son clergé, il fit étape à Viéville pour recueillir les ossements de la tombe de Gaudéric. Ils furent placés dans une chasse richement ornée. En 960 une sécheresse terrible sévit sur la région. À Narbonne à proximité de la basilique Saint-Paul, la Robine ne fut plus qu'un mince filet d'eau. Les feuilles des arbres desséchés jonchaient le sol. L'eau devint rare. Les évêques du concile décidèrent de s'installer hors des murs dans une forêt. Les porteurs des chasses contenant les précieuses reliques plantèrent dans la terre, les fourches servant de trépieds. Dans le carré des toulousains, au pied du reliquaire de Gaudéric, soudain une source jaillit. Ce miracle mit le clergé en émoi. Les habitants de la cité et des villages accoururent voir ce prodige. La sainteté de Gaudéric fut alors établie et reconnue.

Les portes du ciel
Une autre légende, racontée par Joan Amades, nous dit que Gaudéric était le remplaçant de saint Pierre à la porte du ciel. Saint Pierre demanda à Dieu de lui donner sept jours de fête pour venir passer une semaine à Barcelone. Dieu lui accorda sa permission et Gaudéric prit le contrôle de la porte. Saint Pierre aima tellement ce qu'il avait vu à Barcelone qu'il décida d'y rester une semaine de plus. Après une semaine, cependant, Dieu alla à la porte du ciel pour savoir les impressions de saint Pierre sur Barcelone, et voyant qu'il n'était pas revenu, il dit à Gaudéric qu'il ne le laisserait pas entrer, car l'heure de l'Angélus était passée, et après cette heure-là, les portes du ciel ne s'ouvrent plus à personne. Tandis que Gaudéric s'occupait de la porte du ciel, la paysannerie catalane allait très mal : de nombreuses sources se tarissaient, certaines rivières s'asséchaient, des maladies endommageaient les plantes et les arbres... Quand saint Pierre revint, Gaudéric descendit en Catalogne et répara tous les maux qui affectaient ces terres.

Iconographie

Bien que saint Gaudéric soit parfois habillé de l'habit bénédictin, en particulier dans certaines vieilles peintures ou gravures du Roussillon, les images des  et  sont plus abondantes, où il est habillé avec une coquille couverte au milieu, avec des boutons jusqu'au cou et serrés avec une ceinture, généralement avec une boucle. Les culottes arrivent juste sous ses genoux, légèrement pompées, se terminant par des « leggings » serrés aux jambes, et très souvent boutonnées de haut en bas. Ses attributs sont : dans la main droite des épis de maïs, à gauche une aiguille, ou vice versa. Il est rarement remplacé par une bosse. Nous pouvons dire que son attribut principal, et qui le distingue des autres paysans saints, est l'aiguillon. La piqûre est un long poteau avec une petite pelle plate au fond, qui sert à la fois à nettoyer la charrue et à pousser les bœufs. C'est un outil long, plus long que la taille d'un homme, qui est maintenant tombé en désuétude à cause de l'usinage du champ. Dans certains endroits, l'aiguille porte un crochet à l'autre extrémité qui sert à attacher les pattes des moutons qui sont sevrés du troupeau. Quelques œuvres d'art traditionnelles sont :

 Retable dans la cathédrale de Perpignan, par Lluís Generes (1685-87).
 Image du saint agenouillé devant la Vierge Marie. Peinture du  dans l'Église Sainte-Marie de Corneilla-de-Conflent.
 Clé en arrière et retable dans l'Église Saint-Pierre de Prades (1714).
 Retable dans l'église paroissiale de Santa Eulàlia de Marquixanes (1742-1745).
 Image du saint dans l'église paroissiale de Mosset.
 Retable de San Isidro et Sant Galderic dans l'église de Santa Fe de Valldeperes (Bages).
 Image à Sant Pau del Camp (Barcelone).

Supplantation par Saint Isidore en Catalogne Sud
Certaines figurations ont représenté une paire de taureaux labourant. C'est une erreur, car c'est un trait de San Isidro, un saint patron de la paysannerie espagnole. Dans certains sites paroissiaux de petite économie, ils ont changé leurs oreilles par une charrue pour transformer l'image de Sant Galderic à San Isidro, après que le Vatican a octroyé aux rois espagnols le droit de nommer des évêques. Des évêques castillans qui ne connaissaient pas les traditions et les coutumes de la Catalogne étaient envoyés là et imposaient celles de Castille. Il existe quelques images où l'on peut observer le nom de San Isidro ajouté sur celui de Sant Galderic.

Le président Patronat de Sant Galderic, Agustí Esteve, explique que « lorsque nous nous tournons vers le , la flambée culturelle castillane dans notre pays est perceptible de manière décisive, pour cette raison et surtout après des Décrets de Nueva Planta, disparaissant tout ce qui sent la catalanité, les évêques castillans qui l'ont imposé ont remplacé Sant Galderic par San Isidro, canonisé par le pape Grégoire XVI en 1622. Bientôt notre saint était enraciné, bien que sa mémoire ne fût pas perdue du tout". Un autre exemple de cette confusion, c'est le retable à Saint Isidore, ancien Gaudéric, au Monastère de Solius à Santa Cristina d'Aro. »

Notes et références

Voir aussi

Bibliographie
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Liens externes

Saint catholique et orthodoxe du IXe siècle
Religion dans les Pyrénées-Orientales
Agriculteur lié aux Pyrénées-Orientales
Personnalité du haut Moyen Âge par nom

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Q: Basic Ruby http server not displaying .jpg to localhost on win7? This http script works just fine from my gnome-terminal on Ubuntu (and per Aleksey, on Mac), but on win7, a small square gets loaded in the chrome browser. What do I need to do to get the JPEG sent through local host so it displays in the win7 browser? Per Holger's comment, I need to address the content encoding, but everything I've tried so far makes no difference on win7 (and still loads fine in Ubuntu without any explicit content encoding).  ?.
PS C:\Users\user_name\Ruby\http_test> ls
basic_http.rb
lolcat.jpg
PS C:\Users\user_name\Ruby\http_test> ruby basic_http.rb

# very basic http server

require 'socket'

def send_200(socket, content)
  socket.puts "HTTP/1.1 200 OK\r\n\r\n#{content}" # <-- Correct? (Per Holger)
  socket.close
end

server = TCPServer.new 2016

loop do
  Thread.start(server.accept) do |client|
  request = client.gets
  if request.start_with?("GET")
      url = request.split(" ")[1]
      if url.start_with?("/images/")
        file = url.sub("/images/", "")
        picture = File.read(file)  # <-- initially Aleksey pointed out
        send_200(client, picture)  # <-- a variable name mismatch here
      else                         #     pictures/picture...      heh.
        send_200(client, "hello!")
      end
    end
  end
end

FWIW: Ruby 2.2, win7 & coding along with this demo.

A: You just have a typo in variable name.
You read file to pictures
pictures = File.read(file)

but you send it as picture
send_200(client, picture)

So you just need to edit variable name.
Maybe it would be a good idea to wrap request procession into begin block.
Thread.start(server.accept) do |client|
  begin
    ...
  rescue => ex
    puts ex
  end
end

This way you can see if something goes wrong.

A: To get the jpeg loaded into the browser on a win7 system, the File.read command needs to explicitly address the binary content encoding, e.g. File.binread("foo.bar") per:
https://ruby-doc.org/core-2.1.0/IO.html#method-c-binread
  if url.start_with?("/images/")
    file = url.sub("/images/", "")
    picture = File.binread(file)    # <-- Thank you Holger & Aleksey!!!
    send_200(client, picture)

Thanks to Aleksey and Holger!


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Until reading the first three chapters of Teaching Naked, I still believed video games were for children. I didn't realize the endless possibility of games for higher educations. There are games to stimulate real situations that you wouldn't be able to practice any other way, like flight simulators for crash situations (Bowen, 2012).
What better way to teach our students than with games that help teach essential skills like, problem-solving, thinking skills and continuous learning. In the article How Video Games In The Classroom Will Make Students Smarter, Jordan Shaprio (2015), explains how "Through metacognitive functions, learners recognize their own strengths and weaknesses and adapt or iterate their performance accordingly." With ways of customizing games for specific teaching needs, games can be a huge asset to any classroom. Gaming in the classroom doesn't just provide cognitive benefits, it also provides emotional benefits. McGonigal explains, "When those emotions activate certain areas of the brain, they also counteract feelings of depression, and for periods of time extending long after the game is ended, McGonigal said. Games encourage a sense of resiliency, and also teach gamers that failure is permitted" (as cited in The Awesome Power of Gaming in Higher Education, 2013). Video games are not just for children anymore. Reading these articles has helped me to understand multiple benefits to gaming in the classroom. I am excited that my children's school has adapted to adding games to teach but I never could have imagined the full levels of learning that you could get from a game without doing this of research on the topic. My only concern with introducing too much gaming into classroom would be the loss of communication. In my opinion, this is an essential skill most effectively taught in person.
I always try to incorporate different instructional activities into my classroom. I have used different types of media in my teaching but I have not expanded into apps or gaming. I am excited about the new possibilities in education. The list of websites and resources included in Teaching Naked are endless. I actually felt a bit overwhelmed in the beginning because there are so many websites and games to check out. I am going to start slow and visit a few of the websites mentioned in the articles I read, as well as our textbook. I think my biggest challenge with this new information is finding the right resource for my classroom and my students. In the dental assisting program, problem solving and critical thinking are a very important skills for our students to develop. This is an area I would like to focus my attention on. I have learned from past experiences it's critical to start slowly when introducing new ideas or activities. Even though student's levels of technology far exceed mine, using technology in the classroom can still be a new learning curve and change can sometimes be met with resistance.
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Countess Palatine Dorothea of Simmern (6 January 1581 – 18 September 1631) was a Countess Palatine of Simmern by birth and Princess of Anhalt-Dessau by marriage.

Life
Dorothea was born in Kaiserslautern, the only surviving child of the Count Palatine John Casimir of Simmern (1543–1592) from his marriage to Elisabeth (1552–1590), the daughter of Elector August of Saxony.

She married on 21 February 1595 in Heidelberg to Prince John George I of Anhalt-Dessau (1567–1618).  She was his second wife.  She was led to the altar by her guardian, Elector Palatine Frederick IV.  Under her influence, her husband openly converted to Calvinism in 1596.  After his death, she retired to her widow seat Sandersleben Castle.

She was a member of the Virtuous Society under the nickname  ("the Hospitable").

Dorothea died in Sandersleben, aged 50, and was buried in the Church of St. Mary in Dessau. Her two eldest sons added a tomb stone to her grave in 1631.

Issue
From her marriage Dorothea had the following children:
 John Casimir, Prince of Anhalt-Dessau (b. Dessau, 7 September 1596 – d. Dessau, 15 September 1660)
 Anna Elisabeth (b. Dessau, 5 April 1598 – d. Tecklenburg, 20 April 1660), married on 2 January 1617 to William Henry, Count of Bentheim-Steinfurt
 Frederick Maurice (b. Dessau, 18 February 1600 – d. Lyon, 25 August 1610)
 Eleonore Dorothea (b. Dessau, 16 February 1602 – d. Weimar, 26 December 1664), married on 23 May 1625 to William, Duke of Saxe-Weimar
 Sibylle Christine (b. Dessau, 11 July 1603 – d. Hanau, 21 February 1686), married firstly on 26 December 1627 to Philip Maurice, Count of Hanau-Münzenberg, and secondly on 13 May 1647 to Frederick Casimir, Count of Hanau-Lichtenberg
 Henry Waldemar (b. Dessau, 7 November 1604 – d. Dessau, 25 September 1606)
 George Aribert (b. Dessau, 3 June 1606 – d. Wörlitz, 14 November 1643)
 Kunigunde Juliane (b. Dessau, 17 February 1608 – d. Rotenburg, 26 September 1683), married on 2 January 1642 to Herman IV, Landgrave of Hesse-Rotenburg
 Susanna Margarete (b. Dessau, 23 August 1610 – d. Babenhausen, 13 October 1663), married on 16 February 1651 to John Philip of Hanau-Lichtenberg
 Johanna Dorothea (b. Dessau, 24 March 1612 – d. Tecklenburg, 26 April 1695), married on 9 February 1636 to Count Maurice of Bentheim-Tecklenburg (a nephew of her brother-in-law William Henry)
 Eva Catherine (b. Dessau, 11 September 1613 – d. Dessau, 15 December 1679).

Royal descendants

 The current reigning monarchs King Charles III of the United Kingdom, King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden, King Felipe VI of Spain, King Harald V of Norway, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, King Philippe of Belgium and Grand Duke Henri of Luxembourg are all her direct-line descendants.

References
 Johann C. Hönicke: Urkundliche Merkwürdigkeiten aus der Herzogl. Schloß- und Stadtkirche zu St. Maria in Dessau, besonders das Anhaltische Fürstenhaus betreffend, Fritsche, 1833, p. 95 ff
 Dieter Merzbacher, Klaus Conermann and Gabriele Ball: Briefe der Fruchtbringenden Gesellschaft und Beilagen, Niemeyer, 2003, p. 162
 Bernhard Joseph Schleiss: Familienkalender des Durchl. Erzhauses Pfalz-Wittelsbach für das doppelte Jubel- und Schaltjahr 1792, 1792, p. 39 Online

Footnotes

House of Palatinate-Simmern
People from Kaiserslautern
German countesses
1581 births
1631 deaths
17th-century German people
Daughters of monarchs


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Erect bifoliate species of Microporella (Bryozoa, Cheilostomata),fossil and modern
DI MARTINO E., TAYLOR P. D. & GORDON D. P. 2020. — Erect bifoliate species of Microporella (Bryozoa, Cheilostomata),fossil and modern. European Journal of Taxonomy 2020 (678): 1-31. https://doi.org/10.5852/ejt.2020.678
New bryozoan species from the Pleistocene of the Wanganui Basin, North Island, New Zealand
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On Powellithecidae fam. nov., a new Pliocene to Recent bryozoan family endemic to New Zealand, with the description of Powellitheca gen. nov. (Bryozoa, Cheilostomata)
DI MARTINO E., TAYLOR P. D., GORDON D. P. & LIOW L. H. 2016. — On Powellithecidae fam. nov., a new Pliocene to Recent bryozoan family endemic to New Zealand, with the description of Powellitheca gen. nov. (Bryozoa, Cheilostomata). European Journal of Taxonomy 2016 (207): 1-17 (EJT-207). https://doi.org/10.5852/ejt.2016.207
Revision of the Oligocene bryozoan taxa described by Stoliczka (1862), with the description of a new genus of Bryocryptellidae
ZÁGORŠEK K. & GORDON D. P. 2014. — Revision of the Oligocene bryozoan taxa described by Stoliczka (1862), with the description of a new genus of Bryocryptellidae. Geodiversitas 36 (4): 541-564. https://doi.org/10.5252/g2014n4a3
An inquiline deep-water bryozoan/amphipod association from New Zealand, including the description of a new genus and species of Chevaliidae
LÖRZ A.-N., MYERS A. & GORDON D. P. 2014. — An inquiline deep-water bryozoan/amphipod association from New Zealand, including the description of a new genus and species of Chevaliidae. European Journal of Taxonomy 2014 (72): 1-17 (EJT-72). https://doi.org/10.5852/ejt.2014.72
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The Champions have gone global! The team has seen explosive growth under Ms. Marvel's leadership, with super-powered members ready to answer the call in a dozen different countries. They're saving people and improving lives across the planet while they inspire the next generation… but something sinister lurks beneath the surface of their expanded mission. It's a dark secret that could destroy the team and everything they stand for!
Welcome to the House of Mystery, where dark secrets are hidden in every shadow-and there may be no escape! Now these classic tales of the mysterious and the macabre are gathered for the first time in a handsome hardcover edition. This omnibus edition collects issues #174-200 of the acclaimed series with tantalizing work by a host of comics' greatest talents including Bernie Wrightson, Alex Toth, Gil Kane, Marv Wolfman, Wally Wood, Neal Adams, Sergio Aragonés and many more!
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