 two companies pool their resources in this manner in general. People will have a much easier time getting access to what both companies have to offer as a result of a deal like this one.

There are more and more options available today for the people who are interested in being able to gamble online. There are lots of reasons why this has happened. For one thing, online casino gaming has a sort of intrinsic appeal that is very clear from the behavior of the multitudes of players. This new deal between Betsoft and Eurobet never would have happened in the first place if Eurobet did not have the huge base of players and participants that it does today.

Good marketing and good games certainly helped Eurobet get a lot of new players. However, ultimately, the fact that a lot of people love online casino gaming has made all the difference. In addition to the popularity of the online casino games of today, the overall technological innovation associated with companies like Betsoft and Eurobet have truly created a diverse gaming experience that players from all over the world have been able to really appreciate for themselves every day.<|endoftext|>The following are multiple choice questions (with answers) about clinical knowledge.

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A. inside the red blood cells.
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C. combined with glucose.
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Always A Qurono

Illustrated by RITTER

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine August 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is
geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

Barnhart sauntered right into the middle of them. He covertly watched the crew close in around him and he never twitched an eyelash. Officers must never panic, he reminded himself, and manipulated the morning sighting on the nearest sun through the Fitzgerald lens. It was exactly 900:25:30, Galactic Time.

He jotted the reading in, satisfied. The warm breath tickling the back of his neck was unnerving. If he showed fear and grabbed a blaster from the locker he could probably control them, but he was devastingly aware that a captain must never show fear.

"Captain Barnhart," Simmons, the mate, drawled politely, "do you still plan on making the jump at 900 thirty?"

The captain removed his eyeglasses and polished the lenses.

"Simmons," he said in comforting, confiding tones, "you are well aware that regulations clearly state that a spaceship that phases in on a star in major trans-spot activity is required to re-phase within twenty-four hours to avoid being caught in turbulence."

"Yes, sir," Simmons said. "But, as I have stated before, it is my belief that regulation means that a ship should phase to avoid the possibility of being caught in an energy storm. We landed right in the middle of one. As you are aware, sir, if we phase now there is an excellent chance we will warp right into the sun!"

Barnhart shook his lean, bronze head wearily. "Simmons, the Admiralty has gone through this thousands of times. Obviously they know our danger is greater by staying where we are. Why, Ignatz 6Y out there may nova! We'll have to take our chances."

"No, sir." Simmons thrust his pale, blue-veined jaw at him, his light eyes Nordicly cold below a blond cropping. "The storm spots are dying down. We aren't phasing yet."

Barnhart drew himself up and looked down at the mate. Behind Simmons, York moved closer. The captain was suddenly aware of York's low forehead and muscular, free-swinging arms. It was probably sheer bias, but he had frequently entertained the idea that Englishmen were closer to our apelike ancestor than most people ... the way they ran around painted blue when everybody was civilly wearing clothes and all. Obviously York was incapable of thinking for himself and was willing to do anything Simmons commanded him to do.

It became transparent to Barnhart that they were going to mutiny to avoid following their duty as clearly outlined in regulations. Judging from York's twitching knuckles, they were going to resist by strangling him.

Barnhart wondered if this was the time to show fear and unlock a weapon to defend himself.

York clamped onto him before he could decide on the proper interpretation of the regulations and just as his mind settled on the irresolvable question: If a captain must never show fear, why was he given the key to a hand weapons locker to use when in fear of his life?

Barnhart gazed around the purple clearing with clouded eyes. He trembled in near traumatic shock. It was almost too much to bear.

Regulations clearly stated that no officer was to be marooned on a .9 Earth-type planet at fourteen-forty Galactic Time, early evening local.

Or (he brushed at his forehead) he was damned certain they at least strongly implied it.

But fear was such a foreign element to his daily routine he discarded it.

The scene took him back to his boyhood.

He sorted out the survival supplies, lifting even the portable nuclear generator effortlessly under the .67 gravity, and remembered how he used to go camping regularly every month when he was a Boy Scout. He had been a bookish child, too obsessed with reading, they told him. So he had put himself on a regular schedule for play. Still, it never seemed to make people like him much better. After he established his routine he didn't try to change it—he probably couldn't make things better and he certainly couldn't stand them any worse.

Barnhart paused in his labors and stripped off his soaked uniform shirt, deciding to break out his fatigues. As the wet sleeve turned wrong side out he noticed his wristwatch showed fifteen hundred hours.

As usual he fetched his toothbrush from the personals kit and started to scrub his teeth.

This was when he saw his first qurono in the act of geoplancting.

It was a deeply disturbing experience.

Barnhart and the lank, slick-bodied alien ignored each other every morning while the marooned captain had his coffee and the native chronoped; each afternoon while Barnhart laid down for a nap and the other xenogutted; and of course before retiring while Barnhart brushed his teeth and the alien did his regular stint of geoplancting.

The captain sat about arranging living quarters on the planet. The crew of the Quincey had provided him with every necessity except communications gear. Still he was confident he would find a way back and see that Simmons and the rest got the punishment clearly called for in Regulation C-79, Clause II.

This driving need to have the regulation obeyed was as close as he could get to anger.

His lot was a rough and primitive one, but he sat down to doing the best with things that he could. Using the nuclear reactor, he synthesized a crude seven-room cottage. He employed an unorthodox three-story architecture. This gave him a kind of observation tower from which he could watch to see if the natives started to get restless. Traditionally, this would be a bad sign.

Humming to himself, he was idly adding some rococo work around the front door when thirteen-hundred-thirty came up and he stopped for his nap. At the edge of the now somewhat larger clearing the alien was xenogutting in the indigo shadows of a drooping bush-tree. Since he hadn't furnished the house yet, Barnhart stretched out on the grass. Suddenly he sat upright and shot a glance at the alien. Could this sort of thing be regarded as restless activity?

He was safe so long as the aliens maintained their regular routine but if they started to deviate from it he was in trouble.

He tossed around on the velvet blades for some minutes.

He got to his feet.

The nap would have to be by-passed. As much as he resented the intrusion on his regular routine he would have to find some other natives. He had to know if all the aliens on the planet xenogutted each afternoon as he was having his nap.

The thought crossed his mind that he might not wake up some afternoon if his presence was causing the aliens to deviate dangerously from their norm.

The most unnerving thing about the village was that there were exactly ten houses and precisely one hundred inhabitants. Each house was 33.3 feet on a side. The surfaces were hand-hewn planking or flat-sided logs. There were four openings: each opposing two were alternately one foot and an alarming ten feet high. Barnhart couldn't see the roof. The buildings appeared square, so he supposed the houses were 33.3 feet tall.

At the end of the single packed, violet-earthed street facing up the road was a large sign of some unidentifiable metal bearing the legend in standard Galactic:

Barnhart received the information unenthusiastically. He had never before encountered the term. The sign might as well have told him the place was a town of jabberwockies.

The single scarlet sun with its

 whole new way. Their output is similar enough that the deal certainly makes sense. However, what they have to offer is still different enough that it actually does mean something to watch the two companies pool their resources in this manner in general. People will have a much easier time getting access to what both companies have to offer as a result of a deal like this one.

There are more and more options available today for the people who are interested in being able to gamble online. There are lots of reasons why this has happened. For one thing, online casino gaming has a sort of intrinsic appeal that is very clear from the behavior of the multitudes of players. This new deal between Betsoft and Eurobet never would have happened in the first place if Eurobet did not have the huge base of players and participants that it does today.

Good marketing and good games certainly helped Eurobet get a lot of new players. However, ultimately, the fact that a lot of people love online casino gaming has made all the difference. In addition to the popularity of the online casino games of today, the overall technological innovation associated with companies like Betsoft and Eurobet have truly created a diverse gaming experience that players from all over the world have been able to really appreciate for themselves every day.<|endoftext|>Read Like A Writer

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[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine August 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is
geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

Barnhart sauntered right into the middle of them. He covertly watched the crew close in around him and he never twitched an eyelash. Officers must never panic, he reminded himself, and manipulated the morning sighting on the nearest sun through the Fitzgerald lens. It was exactly 900:25:30, Galactic Time.

He jotted the reading in, satisfied. The warm breath tickling the back of his neck was unnerving. If he showed fear and grabbed a blaster from the locker he could probably control them, but he was devastingly aware that a captain must never show fear.

"Captain Barnhart," Simmons, the mate, drawled politely, "do you still plan on making the jump at 900 thirty?"

The captain removed his eyeglasses and polished the lenses.

"Simmons," he said in comforting, confiding tones, "you are well aware that regulations clearly state that a spaceship that phases in on a star in major trans-spot activity is required to re-phase within twenty-four hours to avoid being caught in turbulence."

"Yes, sir," Simmons said. "But, as I have stated before, it is my belief that regulation means that a ship should phase to avoid the possibility of being caught in an energy storm. We landed right in the middle of one. As you are aware, sir, if we phase now there is an excellent chance we will warp right into the sun!"

Barnhart shook his lean, bronze head wearily. "Simmons, the Admiralty has gone through this thousands of times. Obviously they know our danger is greater by staying where we are. Why, Ignatz 6Y out there may nova! We'll have to take our chances."

"No, sir." Simmons thrust his pale, blue-veined jaw at him, his light eyes Nordicly cold below a blond cropping. "The storm spots are dying down. We aren't phasing yet."

Barnhart drew himself up and looked down at the mate. Behind Simmons, York moved closer. The captain was suddenly aware of York's low forehead and muscular, free-swinging arms. It was probably sheer bias, but he had frequently entertained the idea that Englishmen were closer to our apelike ancestor than most people ... the way they ran around painted blue when everybody was civilly wearing clothes and all. Obviously York was incapable of thinking for himself and was willing to do anything Simmons commanded him to do.

It became transparent to Barnhart that they were going to mutiny to avoid following their duty as clearly outlined in regulations. Judging from York's twitching knuckles, they were going to resist by strangling him.

Barnhart wondered if this was the time to show fear and unlock a weapon to defend himself.

York clamped onto him before he could decide on the proper interpretation of the regulations and just as his mind settled on the irresolvable question: If a captain must never show fear, why was he given the key to a hand weapons locker to use when in fear of his life?

Barnhart gazed around the purple clearing with clouded eyes. He trembled in near traumatic shock. It was almost too much to bear.

Regulations clearly stated that no officer was to be marooned on a .9 Earth-type planet at fourteen-forty Galactic Time, early evening local.

Or (he brushed at his forehead) he was damned certain they at least strongly implied it.

But fear was such a foreign element to his daily routine he discarded it.

The scene took him back to his boyhood.

He sorted out the survival supplies, lifting even the portable nuclear generator effortlessly under the .67 gravity, and remembered how he used to go camping regularly every month when he was a Boy Scout. He had been a bookish child, too obsessed with reading, they told him. So he had put himself on a regular schedule for play. Still, it never seemed to make people like him much better. After he established his routine he didn't try to change it—he probably couldn't make things better and he certainly couldn't stand them any worse.

Barnhart paused in his labors and stripped off his soaked uniform shirt, deciding to break out his fatigues. As the wet sleeve turned wrong side out he noticed his wristwatch showed fifteen hundred hours.

As usual he fetched his toothbrush from the personals kit and started to scrub his teeth.

This was when he saw his first qurono in the act of geoplancting.

It was a deeply disturbing experience.

Barnhart and the lank, slick-bodied alien ignored each other every morning while the marooned captain had his coffee and the native chronoped; each afternoon while Barnhart laid down for a nap and the other xenogutted; and of course before retiring while Barnhart brushed his teeth and the alien did his regular stint of geoplancting.

The captain sat about arranging living quarters on the planet. The crew of the Quincey had provided him with every necessity except communications gear. Still he was confident he would find a way back and see that Simmons and the rest got the punishment clearly called for in Regulation C-79, Clause II.

This driving need to have the regulation obeyed was as close as he could get to anger.

His lot was a rough and primitive one, but he sat down to doing the best with things that he could. Using the nuclear reactor, he synthesized a crude seven-room cottage. He employed an unorthodox three-story architecture. This gave him a kind of observation tower from which he could watch to see if the natives started to get restless. Traditionally, this would be a bad sign.

Humming to himself, he was idly adding some rococo work around the front door when thirteen-hundred-thirty came up and he stopped for his nap. At the edge of the now somewhat larger clearing the alien was xenogutting in the indigo shadows of a drooping bush-tree. Since he hadn't furnished the house yet, Barnhart stretched out on the grass. Suddenly he sat upright and shot a glance at the alien. Could this sort of thing be regarded as restless activity?

He was safe so long as the aliens maintained their regular routine but if they started to deviate from it he was in trouble.

He tossed around on the velvet blades for some minutes.

He got to his feet.

The nap would have to be by-passed. As much as he resented the intrusion on his regular routine he would have to find some other natives. He had to know if all the aliens on the planet xenogutted each afternoon as he was having his nap.

The thought crossed his mind that he might not wake up some afternoon if his presence was causing the aliens to deviate dangerously from their norm.

The most unnerving thing about the village was that there were exactly ten houses and precisely one hundred inhabitants. Each house was 33.3 feet on a side. The surfaces were hand-hewn planking or flat-sided logs. There were four openings: each opposing two were alternately one foot and an alarming ten feet high. Barnhart couldn't see the roof. The buildings appeared square, so he supposed the houses were 33.3 feet tall.

At the end of the single packed, violet-earthed street facing up the road was a large sign of some unidentifiable metal bearing the legend in standard Galactic:

Barnhart received the information unenthusiastically. He had never before encountered the term. The sign might as well have told him the place was a town of jabberwockies.

The single scarlet sun with its corona of spectrum frost was drawing low on the forest-covered horizon. Barnhart, dry of mouth and sore of foot, had


The following are multiple choice questions (with answers) about high school world history.

This question refers to the following information.
Now if divorce is your wish, I cannot blame you. For the waiting has been long. And I do not know whether the Creator will grant relief immediately so that I can come home, or whether matters will take time, for I cannot come home with nothing. Now the matter is in your hand. If you wish to end our marriage, accept this bill of repudiation, and you are free. May God inspire you with the right decision.
Letter from a Jewish trader in India to his wife in Cairo, ca. 1200
The passage above is best seen in light of which of the following historical developments?
A. The formation of far-flung diaspora communities as a result of interregional commerce
B. The continued use of organized religion to justify patriarchy
C. The permanent division of families due to armed conflict along established trade routes
D. The evolution of family structure among polytheistic populations
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40. Ronald Wilson Reagan

Born in the USA (August 2014)

In the early days of America, farms were more or less self-sufficient. You could eat the food you grew, make clothes from the animals you raised, force your children to serve as cheap labor and discreetly worship a pagan harvest deity away from the prying eyes of nosy neighbors.

Modernization changed all that. As people settled the Midwest, farms were smaller and more specialized, making them less likely to provide all your dietary needs. People got accustomed to cheaper, sturdier manufactured clothes and goods. The annoying law said you had to send your kids to school, and nice Christian churches started to spring up all over the place.

All these services had to have a delivery point, so America needed towns like Tampico, Ill. There were farms 10 miles in any direction, but downtown Tampico had a bakery, a grocery, a short-line railroad stop, a post office and a few churches. The population probably got a lot bigger on the weekends, when everyone came in from the farms to see (and talk crap about) their neighbors.

They also probably shopped at the Pitney Variety Store, for all their dry goods needs. Jack Reagan worked there, and in 1911 he was renting a six-room apartment above the bakery across the street. On Feb. 6, his wife gave birth to their second son, right there in the apartment. The Reagans weren't Dutch, but they came from a part of Illinois that was lousy with them -- Jack grew up in Fulton on the Mississippi, which still boasts a windmill. He supposedly thought his kid looked like a "fat little Dutchman," and the nickname stuck.

Ronald Reagan defeated an entire economic paradigm and starred in a movie with a chimpanzee. It's naturally interesting to see where such an amazing career began. Tampico is (cough) more humble today than it was in 1911 -- the population (800) is half the size, and the two-block downtown isn't exactly thriving. The Dutch Diner closed, the grain silo looks beat to hell and there isn't a dry goods store anymore.

But there is a museum. A very nice grandmother showed me around the bank that replaced the bakery; it's restored to a Depression-era look, when banks were at their absolute finest. There's also a room of Reagan memorabilia organized like the back room of an antique store. If you want, you can buy a T-shirt with a rainbow logo. Apparently, there was a double-rainbow right around the 1980 election, and someone snapped a photo so that one ribbon seems to end right on top of the apartment. Reagan supposedly kept the photo in his desk.

After that, it was upstairs to the apartment. They have everything decorated and organized like the Reagans might have, so it's nice but not extravagant. In a tribute to either terrible design or Midwestern friendliness, the back porch has a window that opens directly into the apartment next door. Apparently baby Ron was passed through the window to the neighbors when his mom needed to run some errands, and they let you climb through if you want. And yet they won't let you re-enact Reagan's birth. Sigh.

The Reagans left the apartment a few months after Ron was born. They probably lost their cleaning deposit after having a kid in the front bedroom, but they needed more space. They moved to a house a few blocks away, which is still privately owned and not available for tours, no matter how hard you stare menacingly at the front door. But you can enjoy the nearby park where Ron and his brother used to play on the antique cannons. That childhood romping inspired maybe the ugliest statue of a president ever made.

A few years later, Mr. Pitney sold his store, and the Reagans moved to Chicago. Jack was a hard-drinking guy with a spotty employment record, so relocations were a fact of life for the family -- the next few years they bounced around the state, even ending up back in Tampico after Pitney reacquired the business. The Reagans stayed over top of the dry goods store during their second stint, and now there’s a Reagan mural painted on the side of the building where the store used to be.

But it was just another pit stop. In 1920, Pitney decided that he trusted Jack enough to open a store called the Fashion Boot Shop. The family headed northeast, to a town on the Rock River called Dixon. They rented a house for $15 a month. After three years, the rent got jacked up, and they moved again -- the Reagans had five homes in Dixon. But Ron considered the first home his favorite, and it's the one they bothered to save.

The Dixon site is fancier than the Tampico site. They have a separate building for a visitor center, and there's a nice informational video that can't be more than 30 years old, which is pretty good for a presidential site. Reagan visited Dixon in 1984 for his 73rd birthday. They renovated the home in advance of the party, and you're seeing the results today. The boys' bedroom was gussied up with boy-bedroom type things, and the dining room table is set the same way it was when Reagan ate there in 1984. Ron used to hide pennies under a tile near the fireplace, to keep them away from his older brother. He put a few more there on his visit, so they have the tile overturned. The could have left a few of Jack's empties around, but they didn't want to be totally authentic.

They share stories about the usual boyhood hijinks, but it's not a very big home. The whole experience takes about 30 minutes. I rounded out the day by driving to Lowell Park, where Reagan was a teenaged lifeguard. There might have been some kind of marker there, but it was pouring buckets. I was happy to sit in the car and stare at the river, like a frazzled private investigator wondering if the body would ever surface.

  • Jack Reagan is considered the second most influential Illinois shoe salesman, behind Al Bundy.
  • Reagan's brother was nicknamed "Moon," allegedly after a popular cartoon character of the day. In reality, he was known for wearing assless chaps around the dry goods store.
  • Reagan got in trouble with the Dixon police for shooting off fireworks at one of the Rock River bridges. He was fined $14.85, which was almost a month's rent for his family. This was the most expensive case of Reagan messing with rockets until Star Wars.

Ronnie and Me (April 2014)

Illinois has been dining out on Abraham Lincoln for decades, but only one president really came from state. Ronald Reagan was born in the farm town of Tampico. Thanks to an itinerant and hard-drinking dad, he got to live in a few parts of Illinois, each one earthier than the last. Reagan eventually built a career around Midwestern stereotypes: straightforward communication and a positive demeanor. He was so good at being Midwestern that he achieved the dream of many Midwesterners before him. He moved somewhere else.

In the middle of a California vacation, my wife and I woke up on a Friday and headed to the place where Reagan is buried. The only non-negotiable requirements I had for a California vacation were visits to the Reagan library and the Nixon library, the most prominent presidential sites on the West Coast. Allyson agreed to these terms, even when I decided it would be best to see both libraries on the same day. She might have low-grade Stockholm syndrome.

Reagan lived in Santa Barbara, but when you need scenic views at affordable prices, you go to Simi Valley. There are low, rocky mountains with views for miles, and the library is at the top of one of them. It looks like a California mission from the front: It’s

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40. Ronald Wilson Reagan

Born in the USA (August 2014)

In the early days of America, farms were more or less self-sufficient. You could eat the food you grew, make clothes from the animals you raised, force your children to serve as cheap labor and discreetly worship a pagan harvest deity away from the prying eyes of nosy neighbors.

Modernization changed all that. As people settled the Midwest, farms were smaller and more specialized, making them less likely to provide all your dietary needs. People got accustomed to cheaper, sturdier manufactured clothes and goods. The annoying law said you had to send your kids to school, and nice Christian churches started to spring up all over the place.

All these services had to have a delivery point, so America needed towns like Tampico, Ill. There were farms 10 miles in any direction, but downtown Tampico had a bakery, a grocery, a short-line railroad stop, a post office and a few churches. The population probably got a lot bigger on the weekends, when everyone came in from the farms to see (and talk crap about) their neighbors.

They also probably shopped at the Pitney Variety Store, for all their dry goods needs. Jack Reagan worked there, and in 1911 he was renting a six-room apartment above the bakery across the street. On Feb. 6, his wife gave birth to their second son, right there in the apartment. The Reagans weren't Dutch, but they came from a part of Illinois that was lousy with them -- Jack grew up in Fulton on the Mississippi, which still boasts a windmill. He supposedly thought his kid looked like a "fat little Dutchman," and the nickname stuck.

Ronald Reagan defeated an entire economic paradigm and starred in a movie with a chimpanzee. It's naturally interesting to see where such an amazing career began. Tampico is (cough) more humble today than it was in 1911 -- the population (800) is half the size, and the two-block downtown isn't exactly thriving. The Dutch Diner closed, the grain silo looks beat to hell and there isn't a dry goods store anymore.

But there is a museum. A very nice grandmother showed me around the bank that replaced the bakery; it's restored to a Depression-era look, when banks were at their absolute finest. There's also a room of Reagan memorabilia organized like the back room of an antique store. If you want, you can buy a T-shirt with a rainbow logo. Apparently, there was a double-rainbow right around the 1980 election, and someone snapped a photo so that one ribbon seems to end right on top of the apartment. Reagan supposedly kept the photo in his desk.

After that, it was upstairs to the apartment. They have everything decorated and organized like the Reagans might have, so it's nice but not extravagant. In a tribute to either terrible design or Midwestern friendliness, the back porch has a window that opens directly into the apartment next door. Apparently baby Ron was passed through the window to the neighbors when his mom needed to run some errands, and they let you climb through if you want. And yet they won't let you re-enact Reagan's birth. Sigh.

The Reagans left the apartment a few months after Ron was born. They probably lost their cleaning deposit after having a kid in the front bedroom, but they needed more space. They moved to a house a few blocks away, which is still privately owned and not available for tours, no matter how hard you stare menacingly at the front door. But you can enjoy the nearby park where Ron and his brother used to play on the antique cannons. That childhood romping inspired maybe the ugliest statue of a president ever made.

A few years later, Mr. Pitney sold his store, and the Reagans moved to Chicago. Jack was a hard-drinking guy with a spotty employment record, so relocations were a fact of life for the family -- the next few years they bounced around the state, even ending up back in Tampico after Pitney reacquired the business. The Reagans stayed over top of the dry goods store during their second stint, and now there’s a Reagan mural painted on the side of the building where the store used to be.

But it was just another pit stop. In 1920, Pitney decided that he trusted Jack enough to open a store called the Fashion Boot Shop. The family headed northeast, to a town on the Rock River called Dixon. They rented a house for $15 a month. After three years, the rent got jacked up, and they moved again -- the Reagans had five homes in Dixon. But Ron considered the first home his favorite, and it's the one they bothered to save.

The Dixon site is fancier than the Tampico site. They have a separate building for a visitor center, and there's a nice informational video that can't be more than 30 years old, which is pretty good for a presidential site. Reagan visited Dixon in 1984 for his 73rd birthday. They renovated the home in advance of the party, and you're seeing the results today. The boys' bedroom was gussied up with boy-bedroom type things, and the dining room table is set the same way it was when Reagan ate there in 1984. Ron used to hide pennies under a tile near the fireplace, to keep them away from his older brother. He put a few more there on his visit, so they have the tile overturned. The could have left a few of Jack's empties around, but they didn't want to be totally authentic.

They share stories about the usual boyhood hijinks, but it's not a very big home. The whole experience takes about 30 minutes. I rounded out the day by driving to Lowell Park, where Reagan was a teenaged lifeguard. There might have been some kind of marker there, but it was pouring buckets. I was happy to sit in the car and stare at the river, like a frazzled private investigator wondering if the body would ever surface.

  • Jack Reagan is considered the second most influential Illinois shoe salesman, behind Al Bundy.
  • Reagan's brother was nicknamed "Moon," allegedly after a popular cartoon character of the day. In reality, he was known for wearing assless chaps around the dry goods store.
  • Reagan got in trouble with the Dixon police for shooting off fireworks at one of the Rock River bridges. He was fined $14.85, which was almost a month's rent for his family. This was the most expensive case of Reagan messing with rockets until Star Wars.

Ronnie and Me (April 2014)

Illinois has been dining out on Abraham Lincoln for decades, but only one president really came from state. Ronald Reagan was born in the farm town of Tampico. Thanks to an itinerant and hard-drinking dad, he got to live in a few parts of Illinois, each one earthier than the last. Reagan eventually built a career around Midwestern stereotypes: straightforward communication and a positive demeanor. He was so good at being Midwestern that he achieved the dream of many Midwesterners before him. He moved somewhere else.

In the middle of a California vacation, my wife and I woke up on a Friday and headed to the place where Reagan is buried. The only non-negotiable requirements I had for a California vacation were visits to the Reagan library and the Nixon library, the most prominent presidential sites on the West Coast. Allyson agreed to these terms, even when I decided it would be best to see both libraries on the same day. She might have low-grade Stockholm syndrome.

Reagan lived in Santa Barbara, but when you need scenic views at affordable prices, you go to Simi Valley. There are low, rocky mountains with views for miles, and the library is at the top of one of them. It looks like a California mission from the front: It’s a low-slung building with a courtyard and ceramic roof tiles. We were there early enough that I upgraded my ticket to become a “library friend,” a status that comes with an ID card and free admission to any other presidential library for a year. It also comes with a tiny bit of shame when someone asks, "Hey, what's that card in your wallet?"

The museum is a whitewash – they gloss over Reagan’s first marriage and all of his kids, and there’s surprisingly little about Reagan’s advisers or opponents. It took the combined efforts of at least six people to defeat communism and restore faith in the American dream, but the library tries to keep the spotlight entirely on Ron. They’re going for the Hollywood version.

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  1. Danyel says:

    Ambien Cr and/or Rozerem with drinking cause a death? Has anyone had a family member or friend on ambien cr or rozerem and also

  2. Margurite says:

    It is your right to be addicted to any drug you wish.Most drugs that are illegal are because of the harm inflicted onothers while under their influence and the long term healthissues.Many that use these drugs do not have health coverage andbecome a burden on state and federal agencies to care forthem and cause the loss millions of dollars in tax payers fundsused for their care.I can see your point of view even though I do not agree with it.Its like those that say, I shouldnt be required to wear ahelmet when I ride my motorcycle!The reason for the helmet law was and is because when amotorcyclist is in an accident, several agencies of the stateand hospital systems have to pay the bills for these motoriststhat usually have no medical insurance.Let me ask you this: If you were to have a seizure and be in ahospital for 6 months due to your drug use, are you able topay your expenses or will your state, hospital system and thetaxpayers pay your expenses??Everyone that complains seems to be focused only on theirrights and could care less about the millions of dollars beingwasted on their needless medical expenses that rob thosethat really need the help because it drains the state andhospital systems of the operational funds to help those whoare sick instead of those not smart enough to not use drugsand screw their self up.If you are going to screw yourself up using drugs, sign a wavierso you can just die and get it over with. But you wont. Becauseafter you screw yourself up, you demand and feel you areowed the medical treatment that those that are sick may bedenied just because of your right to screw yourself up.You made a conscious choice to put your life in danger. Thesick dont have that option. And may not be able to get themedical help they need because the medical system isdrained by those invoking their right to do as they pleaseeven if robs others of their rights and medical treatments.All of you say you are right until your drugs catch up with you.Then its up to others to clean up after you and providethousands of dollars in funding which in most cases isneedless since you will just go back out and screw yourselfup invoking your rights again.Those on drugs I have met arent able to understand what I have said here. Anything that robs them of their right to do asthey please and removes their right to rob others of their rightsis unacceptable.We will never agree on this subject. You feel my tax dollars areto be used if you need them. I dont feel my tax dollars shouldbe used for addicts. But fortunate for you, I dont have a sayin it!This is one of your statements:I am asking why the sudden change in perception where before morphine was just a helpful cough medicine/pain suppressant it is now demonized without it being inherently bad in any way and is in fact helpful in many ways.Morphine is not harmless unless in a small dose. It was usedas a pain suppressant but most people became addicted to it.Morphine will shut your kidneys down if used on a regular basis.

  3. Beverlee says:

    Deaths caused by marijuana? I’m doing a school reports on marijuana and I can’t fin any cases of death BY mairjuana. Not death associated with marijuana. Does anybody know fo

  4. Shila says:

    Not finding any cause of death listed as funny, but I did find humorous headstones. One reads "Kaput", guess that’s final! More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-is-the-funniest-cause-of-a-death-ever

  5. Daniela says:

    I was unable to find a record of the stupidest cause of death. More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-was-the-stupidest-cause-of-death-ever-recorded

  6. Tama says:

    Any death is awkward for the family of the deceased. An awkward place to die is the bathroom. More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-is-the-most-awkward-cause-of-death-ever-recorded

  7. Johanna says:

    Jul 18, 2011 ambien is 100% no one has EVER DIED FROM AMBIEN. heath ledger died from benzos and opioates and ambien wassent even in him when

  8. Maximina says:

    Ambien CR has two layers of z

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Symptoms of overdose from Ambien may include difficulty breathing, clumsiness, slowed heart rate, and deep sleep from which you cannot be awakened, and death. Heath Ledger’s death has been partially attributed to Ambien. again! Any comments?

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  1. What happens if you take too many ambien?
  2. How much ambien will cause an overdose?
  3. What are the signs of an overdose on methadone?
  4. Can it kill me if I take too many Ambien?
  5. What would happen if someone took 5 Ambien?
  6. What happens if you overdose on Ambien?
  7. Can you die from taking 10 Ambiens?
  8. What drug has caused the most deaths?
  9. Can you overdose on naprosyn?
  10. How much ambien will kill me?

Currently there are "8 comments" on this Question:

  1. Danyel says:

    Ambien Cr and/or Rozerem with drinking cause a death? Has anyone had a family member or friend on ambien cr or rozerem and also

  2. Margurite says:

    It is your right to be addicted to any drug you wish.Most drugs that are illegal are because of the harm inflicted onothers while under their influence and the long term healthissues.Many that use these drugs do not have health coverage andbecome a burden on state and federal agencies to care forthem and cause the loss millions of dollars in tax payers fundsused for their care.I can see your point of view even though I do not agree with it.Its like those that say, I shouldnt be required to wear ahelmet when I ride my motorcycle!The reason for the helmet law was and is because when amotorcyclist is in an accident, several agencies of the stateand hospital systems have to pay the bills for these motoriststhat usually have no medical insurance.Let me ask you this: If you were to have a seizure and be in ahospital for 6 months due to your drug use, are you able topay your expenses or will your state, hospital system and thetaxpayers pay your expenses??Everyone that complains seems to be focused only on theirrights and could care less about the millions of dollars beingwasted on their needless medical expenses that rob thosethat really need the help because it drains the state andhospital systems of the operational funds to help those whoare sick instead of those not smart enough to not use drugsand screw their self up.If you are going to screw yourself up using drugs, sign a wavierso you can just die and get it over with. But you wont. Becauseafter you screw yourself up, you demand and feel you areowed the medical treatment that those that are sick may bedenied just because of your right to screw yourself up.You made a conscious choice to put your life in danger. Thesick dont have that option. And may not be able to get themedical help they need because the medical system isdrained by those invoking their right to do as they pleaseeven if robs others of their rights and medical treatments.All of you say you are right until your drugs catch up with you.Then its up to others to clean up after you and providethousands of dollars in funding which in most cases isneedless since you will just go back out and screw yourselfup invoking your rights again.Those on drugs I have met arent able to understand what I have said here. Anything that robs them of their right to do asthey please and removes their right to rob others of their rightsis unacceptable.We will never agree on this subject. You feel my tax dollars areto be used if you need them. I dont feel my tax dollars shouldbe used for addicts. But fortunate for you, I dont have a sayin it!This is one of your statements:I am asking why the sudden change in perception where before morphine was just a helpful cough medicine/pain suppressant it is now demonized without it being inherently bad in any way and is in fact helpful in many ways.Morphine is not harmless unless in a small dose. It was usedas a pain suppressant but most people became addicted to it.Morphine will shut your kidneys down if used on a regular basis.

  3. Beverlee says:

    Deaths caused by marijuana? I’m doing a school reports on marijuana and I can’t fin any cases of death BY mairjuana. Not death associated with marijuana. Does anybody know fo

  4. Shila says:

    Not finding any cause of death listed as funny, but I did find humorous headstones. One reads "Kaput", guess that’s final! More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-is-the-funniest-cause-of-a-death-ever

  5. Daniela says:

    I was unable to find a record of the stupidest cause of death. More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-was-the-stupidest-cause-of-death-ever-recorded

  6. Tama says:

    Any death is awkward for the family of the deceased. An awkward place to die is the bathroom. More:http://www.chacha.com/question/what-is-the-most-awkward-cause-of-death-ever-recorded

  7. Johanna says:

    Jul 18, 2011 ambien is 100% no one has EVER DIED FROM AMBIEN. heath ledger died from benzos and opioates and ambien wassent even in him when

  8. Maximina says:

    Ambien CR has two layers of zolpidem; the first layer works just like regular Ambien and Any form of zolpidem could cause significant adverse effects; some people have taken Addiction and overdose leading to death is also a possibility. Detail:http://www.ehow.com/about_5063383_ambien-vs-ambien-cr.html

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Urban agriculture can benefit urban society in all of the following ways EXCEPT
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Gerard scarce listened to him.

“Decant them?” he groaned; “ay, if blood were no thicker than wine. Princes, ye are wolves. Poor things! Poor things! Ah, Denys! Denys! with looking on their grief mine own comes home to me. Well-a-day! ah, well-a-day!”

“Ay, now you talk reason. That you, poor lad, should be driven all the way from Holland to Rome is pitiful indeed. But these snivelling curs, where is their hurt? There is six score of ’em to keep one another company: besides, they are not going out of Burgundy.”

“Better for them if they had never been in it.”

“Mechant, va! they are but going from one village to another, a mule’s journey! whilst thou — there, no more. Courage, camarade, le diable est mort.”

Gerard shook his head very doubtfully, but kept silence for about a mile, and then he said thoughtfully, “Ay, Denys, but then I am sustained by booklearning. These are simple folk that likely thought their village was the world: now what is this? more weeping. Oh! ’tis a sweet world Humph! A little girl that hath broke her pipkin. Now may I hang on one of your gibbets but I’ll dry somebody’s tears,” and he pounced savagely upon this little martyr, like a kite on a chick, but with more generous intentions. It was a pretty little lass of about twelve; the tears were raining down her two peaches, and her palms lifted to heaven in that utter, though temporary, desolation which attends calamity at twelve; and at her feet the fatal cause, a broken pot, worth, say the fifth of a modern farthing.

“What, hast broken thy pot, little one?” said Gerard, acting intensest sympathy.

“Helas! bel gars; as you behold;” and the hands came down from the sky and both pointed at the fragments. A statuette of adversity.

“And you weep so for that?”

“Needs I must, bel gars. My mammy will massacre me. Do they not already” (with a fresh burst of woe) “c-c-call me J-J-Jean-net-on C-c-casse tout? It wanted but this; that I should break my poor pot. Helas! fallait-il donc, mere de Dieu?”

“Courage, little love,” said Gerard; “’tis not thy heart lies broken; money will soon mend pots. See now, here is a piece of silver, and there, scarce a stone’s throw off, is a potter; take the bit of silver to him, and buy another pot, and the copper the potter will give thee keep that to play with thy comrades.”

The little mind took in all this, and smiles began to struggle with the tears: but spasms are like waves, they cannot go down the very moment the wind of trouble is lulled. So Denys thought well to bring up his reserve of consolation “Courage, ma mie, le diable est mort!” cried that inventive warrior gaily. Gerard shrugged his shoulders at such a way of cheering a little girl,

“What a fine thing

Is a lute with one string,”

said he.

The little girl’s face broke into warm sunshine.

“Oh, the good news! oh, the good news!” she sang out with such heartfelt joy, it went off into a honeyed whine; even as our gay old tunes have a pathos underneath “So then,” said she, “they will no longer be able to threaten us little girls with him, making our lives a burden!” And she bounded off “to tell Nanette,” she said.

There is a theory that everything has its counterpart; if true, Denys it would seem had found the mind his consigne fitted.

While he was roaring with laughter at its unexpected success and Gerard’s amazement, a little hand pulled his jerkin and a little face peeped round his waist. Curiosity was now the dominant passion in that small but vivid countenance.

“Est-ce toi qui l’a tue, beau soldat?”

“Oui, ma mie,” said Denys, as gruffly as ever he could, rightly deeming this would smack of supernatural puissance to owners of bell-like trebles. “C’est moi. Ca vaut une petite embrassade — pas?”

“Je crois ben. Aie! aie!”

“Ca pique! ca pique!”

“Quel dommage! je vais la couper.”

“Nein, ce n’est rien; et pisque t’as tue ce mechant. T’es fierement beau, tout d’ meme, toi; t’es lien miex que ma grande soeur.

“Will you not kiss me, too, ma mie?” said Gerard.

“Je ne demande par miex. Tiens, tiens, tiens! c’est doulce celle-ci. Ah! que j’aimons les hommes! Des fames, ca ne m’aurait jamais donne l’arjan, blanc, plutot ca m’aurait ri au nez. C’est si peu de chose, les fames. Serviteur, beaulx sires! Bon voiage; et n’oubliez point la Jeanneton!”

“Adieu, petit coeur,” said Gerard, and on they marched; but presently looking back they saw the contemner of women in the middle of the road, making them a reverence, and blowing them kisses with little May morning face.

“Come on,” cried Gerard lustily. “I shall win to Rome yet. Holy St. Bavon, what a sunbeam of innocence hath shot across our bloodthirsty road! Forget thee, little Jeanneton? not likely, amidst all this slobbering, and gibbeting, and decanting. Come on, thou laggard! forward!”

“Dost call this marching?” remonstrated Denys; “why, we shall walk o’er Christmas Day and never see it.”

At the next town they came to, suddenly an arbalestrier ran out of a tavern after them, and in a moment his beard and Denys’s were like two brushes stuck together. It was a comrade. He insisted on their coming into the tavern with him, and breaking a bottle of wine. In course of conversation, he told Denys there was an insurrection in the Duke’s Flemish provinces, and soldiers were ordered thither from all parts of Burgundy. “Indeed, I marvelled to see thy face turned this way.

“I go to embrace my folk that I have not seen these three years. Ye can quell a bit of a rising without me I trow.”

Suddenly Denys gave a start. “Dost hear Gerard? this comrade is bound for Holland.”

“What then? ah, a letter! a letter to Margaret! but will he be so good, so kind?”

The soldier with a torrent of blasphemy informed him he would not only take it, but go a league or two out of his way to do it.

In an instant out came inkhorn and paper from Gerard’s wallet; and he wrote a long letter to Margaret, and told her briefly what I fear I have spun too tediously; dwelt most on the bear, and the plunge in the Rhine, and the character of Denys, whom he painted to the life. And with many endearing expressions bade her to be of good cheer; some trouble and peril there had been, but all that was over now, and his only grief left was, that he could not hope to have a word from her hand till he should reach Rome. He ended with comforting her again as hard as he could. And so absorbed was he in his love and his work, that he did not see all the people in the room were standing peeping, to watch the nimble and true finger execute such rare penmanship.

Denys, proud of his friend’s skill, let him alone, till presently the writer’s face worked, and soon the scalding tears began to run down his young cheeks, one after another, on the paper where he was then writing comfort, comfort. Then Denys rudely repulsed the curious, and asked his comrade with a faltering voice whether he had the heart to let so sweet a love-letter miscarry? The other swore by the face of St. Luke he would lose the forefinger of his right hand sooner.

Seeing him so ready,

anged without winking.”

Gerard scarce listened to him.

“Decant them?” he groaned; “ay, if blood were no thicker than wine. Princes, ye are wolves. Poor things! Poor things! Ah, Denys! Denys! with looking on their grief mine own comes home to me. Well-a-day! ah, well-a-day!”

“Ay, now you talk reason. That you, poor lad, should be driven all the way from Holland to Rome is pitiful indeed. But these snivelling curs, where is their hurt? There is six score of ’em to keep one another company: besides, they are not going out of Burgundy.”

“Better for them if they had never been in it.”

“Mechant, va! they are but going from one village to another, a mule’s journey! whilst thou — there, no more. Courage, camarade, le diable est mort.”

Gerard shook his head very doubtfully, but kept silence for about a mile, and then he said thoughtfully, “Ay, Denys, but then I am sustained by booklearning. These are simple folk that likely thought their village was the world: now what is this? more weeping. Oh! ’tis a sweet world Humph! A little girl that hath broke her pipkin. Now may I hang on one of your gibbets but I’ll dry somebody’s tears,” and he pounced savagely upon this little martyr, like a kite on a chick, but with more generous intentions. It was a pretty little lass of about twelve; the tears were raining down her two peaches, and her palms lifted to heaven in that utter, though temporary, desolation which attends calamity at twelve; and at her feet the fatal cause, a broken pot, worth, say the fifth of a modern farthing.

“What, hast broken thy pot, little one?” said Gerard, acting intensest sympathy.

“Helas! bel gars; as you behold;” and the hands came down from the sky and both pointed at the fragments. A statuette of adversity.

“And you weep so for that?”

“Needs I must, bel gars. My mammy will massacre me. Do they not already” (with a fresh burst of woe) “c-c-call me J-J-Jean-net-on C-c-casse tout? It wanted but this; that I should break my poor pot. Helas! fallait-il donc, mere de Dieu?”

“Courage, little love,” said Gerard; “’tis not thy heart lies broken; money will soon mend pots. See now, here is a piece of silver, and there, scarce a stone’s throw off, is a potter; take the bit of silver to him, and buy another pot, and the copper the potter will give thee keep that to play with thy comrades.”

The little mind took in all this, and smiles began to struggle with the tears: but spasms are like waves, they cannot go down the very moment the wind of trouble is lulled. So Denys thought well to bring up his reserve of consolation “Courage, ma mie, le diable est mort!” cried that inventive warrior gaily. Gerard shrugged his shoulders at such a way of cheering a little girl,

“What a fine thing

Is a lute with one string,”

said he.

The little girl’s face broke into warm sunshine.

“Oh, the good news! oh, the good news!” she sang out with such heartfelt joy, it went off into a honeyed whine; even as our gay old tunes have a pathos underneath “So then,” said she, “they will no longer be able to threaten us little girls with him, making our lives a burden!” And she bounded off “to tell Nanette,” she said.

There is a theory that everything has its counterpart; if true, Denys it would seem had found the mind his consigne fitted.

While he was roaring with laughter at its unexpected success and Gerard’s amazement, a little hand pulled his jerkin and a little face peeped round his waist. Curiosity was now the dominant passion in that small but vivid countenance.

“Est-ce toi qui l’a tue, beau soldat?”

“Oui, ma mie,” said Denys, as gruffly as ever he could, rightly deeming this would smack of supernatural puissance to owners of bell-like trebles. “C’est moi. Ca vaut une petite embrassade — pas?”

“Je crois ben. Aie! aie!”

“Ca pique! ca pique!”

“Quel dommage! je vais la couper.”

“Nein, ce n’est rien; et pisque t’as tue ce mechant. T’es fierement beau, tout d’ meme, toi; t’es lien miex que ma grande soeur.

“Will you not kiss me, too, ma mie?” said Gerard.

“Je ne demande par miex. Tiens, tiens, tiens! c’est doulce celle-ci. Ah! que j’aimons les hommes! Des fames, ca ne m’aurait jamais donne l’arjan, blanc, plutot ca m’aurait ri au nez. C’est si peu de chose, les fames. Serviteur, beaulx sires! Bon voiage; et n’oubliez point la Jeanneton!”

“Adieu, petit coeur,” said Gerard, and on they marched; but presently looking back they saw the contemner of women in the middle of the road, making them a reverence, and blowing them kisses with little May morning face.

“Come on,” cried Gerard lustily. “I shall win to Rome yet. Holy St. Bavon, what a sunbeam of innocence hath shot across our bloodthirsty road! Forget thee, little Jeanneton? not likely, amidst all this slobbering, and gibbeting, and decanting. Come on, thou laggard! forward!”

“Dost call this marching?” remonstrated Denys; “why, we shall walk o’er Christmas Day and never see it.”

At the next town they came to, suddenly an arbalestrier ran out of a tavern after them, and in a moment his beard and Denys’s were like two brushes stuck together. It was a comrade. He insisted on their coming into the tavern with him, and breaking a bottle of wine. In course of conversation, he told Denys there was an insurrection in the Duke’s Flemish provinces, and soldiers were ordered thither from all parts of Burgundy. “Indeed, I marvelled to see thy face turned this way.

“I go to embrace my folk that I have not seen these three years. Ye can quell a bit of a rising without me I trow.”

Suddenly Denys gave a start. “Dost hear Gerard? this comrade is bound for Holland.”

“What then? ah, a letter! a letter to Margaret! but will he be so good, so kind?”

The soldier with a torrent of blasphemy informed him he would not only take it, but go a league or two out of his way to do it.

In an instant out came inkhorn and paper from Gerard’s wallet; and he wrote a long letter to Margaret, and told her briefly what I fear I have spun too tediously; dwelt most on the bear, and the plunge in the Rhine, and the character of Denys, whom he painted to the life. And with many endearing expressions bade her to be of good cheer; some trouble and peril there had been, but all that was over now, and his only grief left was, that he could not hope to have a word from her hand till he should reach Rome. He ended with comforting her again as hard as he could. And so absorbed was he in his love and his work, that he did not see all the people in the room were standing peeping, to watch the nimble and true finger execute such rare penmanship.

Denys, proud of his friend’s skill, let him alone, till presently the writer’s face worked, and soon the scalding tears began to run down his young cheeks, one after another, on the paper where he was then writing comfort, comfort. Then Denys rudely repulsed the curious, and asked his comrade with a faltering voice whether he had the heart to let so sweet a love-letter miscarry? The other swore by the face of St. Luke he would lose the forefinger of his right hand sooner.

Seeing him so ready, Gerard charged him also with a short, cold letter to his parents; and in it he drew hastily with his pen two hands grasping each other, to signify farewell. By-the-by, one drop of bitterness found its way into his letter to Margaret. But of that anon.

Gerard now offered money to the soldier. He hesitated, but declined it. “No, no! art comrade of my com


The following are multiple choice questions (with answers) about high school european history.

This question refers to the following information.
Read the the following quotation to answer questions.
The various modes of worship which prevailed in the Roman world were all considered by the people as equally true; by the philosopher as equally false; and by the magistrate as equally useful.
Edward Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, 1776–1788
Gibbon's interpretation of the state of religious worship in ancient Rome could be summarized as
A. In ancient Rome, religious worship was decentralized and tended to vary with one's social position.
B. In ancient Rome, religious worship was the source of much social tension and turmoil.
C. In ancient Rome, religious worship was homogeneous and highly centralized.
D. In ancient Rome, religious worship was revolutionized by the introduction of Christianity.
Answer: A<|endoftext|>2 simulator. Throughout this example NS-2 version 2.34 will be used.

More specific we want to visualize the following points:

  1. General network data (network event types, network level, packet’s size, nodes’ positions, ip source and destination, current hop etc).
  2. AODV data provided in standard NS-2 trace files (see NS-2 manual for the exact trace data format).
  3. AODV internal state data, not provided in standard NS-2 trace files.

The first two points have the advantage that the data are included in standard NS-2 trace files, so the only thing should be done is a proper parsing of the trace file. As regards the third point this needs modifications at the NS-2 code in order to export internal AODV data structures to the trace file. For the sake of simplicity we populate only the routing table of each AODV node. Each record of the routing table is exported as the tuple <destination address, sequence number, number of hops, next hop for the destination>. Table 1 depicts an example of the part of the trace file that is related to the routing protocol, according to the “newtrace” file format (see NS-2 manual). At the end of the modified trace there is the “Prt” directive which carries information about the entries of the routing table for the corresponding node.

Original part of the NS-2 trace file -P aodv -Pt 0x2 -Ph 1 -Pb 1 -Pd 8 -Pds 0 -Ps 7 -Pss 4 -Pc REQUEST
Part of the NS-2 trace file after the modifications -P aodv -Pt 0x2 -Ph 1 -Pb 1 -Pd 8 -Pds 0 -Ps 7 -Pss 4 -Pc REQUEST -Prt (8,0,255,0)(1,5,255,0)

Table 1 : Comparison of NS-2 trace file before and after AODV extensions for internal data introspection

In order to implement these changes to the NS-2 trace file we have modified the trace/cmu-trace.cc file as well as the aodv implementation so as to make it possible the serialization of the routing table inside the trace file. You can download the changes in the download page.

As has been shown in section EXAMS - How it works we should encapsulate all the functionality for the visualization of the AODV protocol in a Java class being named with the same name (AODV.class). This class should implement the Protocol interface, or equivalently subclass the DummyProtocol class. We opt for the second one, and override the methods createNode, copyNode, updateNode, getName and notifyEvent. Moreover it would be convenient to subclass the MobileNode class to provide a customized class for AODV nodes. This class will include the internal AODV data being exported in NS-2 trace files (the routing table in case of our example) as well as the parser for the AODV part of NS-2 trace file. Finally the classes should be put inside the java package extensions.routing.aodv. You can download the aodv extension implemenation from the download page.

Next figure depicts an NS-2 simulation for the AODV routing protocol of 40 nodes at 1000*1000m terrain. The figure shows node 6 receiving a data packet from node 4.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 2: EXAMS terrain screenshot of an AODV network

Figure 2 is a screenshot from the various tables with data which are available to the EXAMS user at the event depicted in Figure 1. Figure 2 is separated into four parts and each one represents four tables with data about the current event (see Figure 1 for the exact layout of EXAMS tables). In part 1 we can see the network statistics. It includes the total number of bytes sent in the routing and agent layer. In case of the agent layer EXAMS further analyzes it either to CBR or to TCP/ACK packets. In part 2 we can see some general data about the current node. As seen it includes the node’s address, its current location and its internal counters for the layers described before. The “Last update” field refers to the last event concerning the current node, so it is an indication of the freshness of the data about that node. In part 3 the properties of the current transmission are shown. This includes the direction and the network level of the packet, its flow id, ip source and destination, current and next hop and finally packet size and type. Eventually in part 4 the routing protocol specific data are shown. As we can see, it involves the type of the packet according to the AODV semantics, the source and destination address, the source and destination sequence number and the hop counter. Up to this point all these data are provided by the standard trace files. However after the modification we have made to AODV tracing, it is possible to see the routing table of the current node. It is shown in the last lines of part 4. Each record is a tuple according to Table 2. For instance we can see that at current event, node 6 has a known route for node 39 which is 2 hops away and the next hop should be node 23.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 3: Simulation properties

Another characteristic of the network is the partitions it is split. Figure 3 illustrates each partition of the network with a different color which covers the whole area of the partition. As nodes are moving around, the partitions are recalculated and the user is able to see the whole radio range coverage. Summing up, we saw how we can use EXAMS to study the mobile ad-hoc protocol AODV. As AODV had already been implemented in NS-2, we added some extra code to its tracing module in order to include current node’s routing table at the trace file. At a newly developed protocol this step could be part of the initial implementation and thus don’t comprise an extra burden. Then we implemented the AODV Java class which handles the AODV specific issues inside EXAMS and the AODVNode class which incarnates an AODV node. It is interesting to mention that the Java code needed for the protocol implementation classes is about 160 lines for both the two classes. Figures 5, 6 and 7 provide some idea of the plenty of data provided about the simulation process as well as the visual environment of EXAMS. We believe that EXAMS is a useful tool which can exploit the human visual system and help the researcher to understand how a wireless protocol behaves under the NS-2 simulator while on the same time provides him all the vital information to conclude about the protocol internals. This information is crucial when each step of the simulation process should be investigated in detail as in case of debugging an under development protocol or making a rigorous study of an existing one.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 4: Network partitions

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A Comic Review of Trying Human -A Well-researched Webcomic in Alien Abductions With More Than Just A Human Touch

by Amanda Mamalio

The protagonists: Rose (left) and Hue (right). Is the truth out there or just right here?

“It’s like seeing a fairy and knowing they exist!” –Rose from Trying Human

Trying Human is an ongoing web comics of Emy Bitner about two women of different timelines in a web of alien abductions, secret governments –including the bonds that tie them with people in and out of this world.

A tale of two women. Slowly their story unravels the link between the two.

This is a recommended must-read for anyone who ever wonder, even for a flitting moment, about “The Truth Out There”. The story runs and smoothly shifts from one timeline to another that are somehow linked together. Before I read it, I was only mildly interested and thinking, “Oh no, another addiction. Very well, I won’t be ensnared.”

How wrong I am.

As the pages turn, Trying Human opened a new world for me –a secret world that suspiciously might be going on behind our backs. I used to shrug off alien abductions. But the comic has brought it into a realistic level that made me question a lot of things. Why do they abduct people? What really happened before? Is the government really involved and why?

Meet Hue: the only Grey who smiles :)

Meet Hue: the only Grey who smiles 🙂

Then it had me guessing what will happen next in the story? How are they connected? What are they hiding? Why don’t they say it? When will they

2 simulator. Throughout this example NS-2 version 2.34 will be used.

More specific we want to visualize the following points:

  1. General network data (network event types, network level, packet’s size, nodes’ positions, ip source and destination, current hop etc).
  2. AODV data provided in standard NS-2 trace files (see NS-2 manual for the exact trace data format).
  3. AODV internal state data, not provided in standard NS-2 trace files.

The first two points have the advantage that the data are included in standard NS-2 trace files, so the only thing should be done is a proper parsing of the trace file. As regards the third point this needs modifications at the NS-2 code in order to export internal AODV data structures to the trace file. For the sake of simplicity we populate only the routing table of each AODV node. Each record of the routing table is exported as the tuple <destination address, sequence number, number of hops, next hop for the destination>. Table 1 depicts an example of the part of the trace file that is related to the routing protocol, according to the “newtrace” file format (see NS-2 manual). At the end of the modified trace there is the “Prt” directive which carries information about the entries of the routing table for the corresponding node.

Original part of the NS-2 trace file -P aodv -Pt 0x2 -Ph 1 -Pb 1 -Pd 8 -Pds 0 -Ps 7 -Pss 4 -Pc REQUEST
Part of the NS-2 trace file after the modifications -P aodv -Pt 0x2 -Ph 1 -Pb 1 -Pd 8 -Pds 0 -Ps 7 -Pss 4 -Pc REQUEST -Prt (8,0,255,0)(1,5,255,0)

Table 1 : Comparison of NS-2 trace file before and after AODV extensions for internal data introspection

In order to implement these changes to the NS-2 trace file we have modified the trace/cmu-trace.cc file as well as the aodv implementation so as to make it possible the serialization of the routing table inside the trace file. You can download the changes in the download page.

As has been shown in section EXAMS - How it works we should encapsulate all the functionality for the visualization of the AODV protocol in a Java class being named with the same name (AODV.class). This class should implement the Protocol interface, or equivalently subclass the DummyProtocol class. We opt for the second one, and override the methods createNode, copyNode, updateNode, getName and notifyEvent. Moreover it would be convenient to subclass the MobileNode class to provide a customized class for AODV nodes. This class will include the internal AODV data being exported in NS-2 trace files (the routing table in case of our example) as well as the parser for the AODV part of NS-2 trace file. Finally the classes should be put inside the java package extensions.routing.aodv. You can download the aodv extension implemenation from the download page.

Next figure depicts an NS-2 simulation for the AODV routing protocol of 40 nodes at 1000*1000m terrain. The figure shows node 6 receiving a data packet from node 4.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 2: EXAMS terrain screenshot of an AODV network

Figure 2 is a screenshot from the various tables with data which are available to the EXAMS user at the event depicted in Figure 1. Figure 2 is separated into four parts and each one represents four tables with data about the current event (see Figure 1 for the exact layout of EXAMS tables). In part 1 we can see the network statistics. It includes the total number of bytes sent in the routing and agent layer. In case of the agent layer EXAMS further analyzes it either to CBR or to TCP/ACK packets. In part 2 we can see some general data about the current node. As seen it includes the node’s address, its current location and its internal counters for the layers described before. The “Last update” field refers to the last event concerning the current node, so it is an indication of the freshness of the data about that node. In part 3 the properties of the current transmission are shown. This includes the direction and the network level of the packet, its flow id, ip source and destination, current and next hop and finally packet size and type. Eventually in part 4 the routing protocol specific data are shown. As we can see, it involves the type of the packet according to the AODV semantics, the source and destination address, the source and destination sequence number and the hop counter. Up to this point all these data are provided by the standard trace files. However after the modification we have made to AODV tracing, it is possible to see the routing table of the current node. It is shown in the last lines of part 4. Each record is a tuple according to Table 2. For instance we can see that at current event, node 6 has a known route for node 39 which is 2 hops away and the next hop should be node 23.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 3: Simulation properties

Another characteristic of the network is the partitions it is split. Figure 3 illustrates each partition of the network with a different color which covers the whole area of the partition. As nodes are moving around, the partitions are recalculated and the user is able to see the whole radio range coverage. Summing up, we saw how we can use EXAMS to study the mobile ad-hoc protocol AODV. As AODV had already been implemented in NS-2, we added some extra code to its tracing module in order to include current node’s routing table at the trace file. At a newly developed protocol this step could be part of the initial implementation and thus don’t comprise an extra burden. Then we implemented the AODV Java class which handles the AODV specific issues inside EXAMS and the AODVNode class which incarnates an AODV node. It is interesting to mention that the Java code needed for the protocol implementation classes is about 160 lines for both the two classes. Figures 5, 6 and 7 provide some idea of the plenty of data provided about the simulation process as well as the visual environment of EXAMS. We believe that EXAMS is a useful tool which can exploit the human visual system and help the researcher to understand how a wireless protocol behaves under the NS-2 simulator while on the same time provides him all the vital information to conclude about the protocol internals. This information is crucial when each step of the simulation process should be investigated in detail as in case of debugging an under development protocol or making a rigorous study of an existing one.

EXAMS programming model

Figure 4: Network partitions

Next » Download EXAMS<|endoftext|>Creativity Punch! Presents: Trying Human

A Comic Review of Trying Human -A Well-researched Webcomic in Alien Abductions With More Than Just A Human Touch

by Amanda Mamalio

The protagonists: Rose (left) and Hue (right). Is the truth out there or just right here?

“It’s like seeing a fairy and knowing they exist!” –Rose from Trying Human

Trying Human is an ongoing web comics of Emy Bitner about two women of different timelines in a web of alien abductions, secret governments –including the bonds that tie them with people in and out of this world.

A tale of two women. Slowly their story unravels the link between the two.

This is a recommended must-read for anyone who ever wonder, even for a flitting moment, about “The Truth Out There”. The story runs and smoothly shifts from one timeline to another that are somehow linked together. Before I read it, I was only mildly interested and thinking, “Oh no, another addiction. Very well, I won’t be ensnared.”

How wrong I am.

As the pages turn, Trying Human opened a new world for me –a secret world that suspiciously might be going on behind our backs. I used to shrug off alien abductions. But the comic has brought it into a realistic level that made me question a lot of things. Why do they abduct people? What really happened before? Is the government really involved and why?

Meet Hue: the only Grey who smiles :)

Meet Hue: the only Grey who smiles 🙂

Then it had me guessing what will happen next in the story? How are they connected? What are they hiding? Why don’t they say it? When will they say it?!

The characters are so grounded you probably may have known them in real life. But what is surprising most of all is how the most human in them is Hue –which is kind of ironic since his name sounds like the first syllable of human. So far, Hue’s my favourite character. He’s your regular bug-eyed gray alien that you see in tabloids but that description of ordinary stops there. When you get to know him more, it’s like knowing a part of you that you kept away from the real world because it might get hurt. He’s like your inner child that you secretly protect most of all.

But what stick to my head are the moments between the characters –its xenophillic but it’s so down to earth, it plunges a hand into your chest and grips your heart. The story builds their relationships in a way that makes