A friend of mine is looking for an appartment in SF and has found a place she likes near Fulton & 25th. Now, the problem is - she is not really familiar with that neighborhood, so she is concerned with how nice/not nice the area is. And by "nice" she mostly means "safe" since she is a single mom with two teenage kids and her elderly mom also lives with them. What do you think? Could you please share your opinion on pros and cons of living in that area?
Thanks a lot in advance!
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I always have a great time hanging out with my friend Reid, so I was excited when she suggested a day trip to Namur last month. I didn’t know anything about the city, but I figured even if we get there and turn right back, I’ll enjoy the time chatting with her in the car. The car trip was fun, but we also found some nice sights in Namur.
It was stormy day with dark clouds hovering just overhead. We skipped the famous Citadel and spent our time looking in churches and wandering the shopping area. We found a really cute toy store where she found some goodies for her daughter and I found some cute wooden necklaces for my neice’s birthday.
I took my wide angle lens on this trip for a change of view and it was very helpful in capturing the churches we visited. The churches here so much fancier (and older) than in the US. They have gorgeous stained-glass windows, amazing architecture and details, and are just huge.
Namur was a cute city, with some fun shops, but I wouldn’t put it at the top of a list for visitors. Still though, we had a great time. You can see more photos from our short trip on Flickr and on Reid’s blog.
- Day Trip in Namur (10 photos)
- Reid’s Blog Post on Namur
"Ich bereue nichts" - I don't regret anything
"Silbermond" - Silver Moon
Top 20 here~
http://allcharts.org/music/germany/sing
der Tisch (pl. die Tische) - table
Maria deckt den Tisch. - Maria sets the table.
Er deckte den Tisch. - He laid the table.
Die Jungs spielen Tischtennis. - The boys are playing ping pong.
Frisch auf den Tisch. - Fresh on the table.
Wenn die Katze aus dem Haus ist, tanzen die Mäuse auf dem Tisch. -
When the cat is away the mice will play.
Die Sache ist vom Tisch. - It's no longer an issue.
Related:
der Schreibtisch - desk (literally: writing table)
das Tischgebet - grace (literally: table prayer)
die Tischdecke - tablecloth
das Tischtennis - ping pong, table tennis
This is the name of a church in the city of Kaufbeuren:
Dreifaltigkeitskirche
And do you know where Kaubeuren is? It lives in this administrative region of Germany:
Regierungsbezirk
No, don’t try to pronounce them: you may end up in a doctor’s clinic with a knot in your tongue. Can you imagine the names of people living here! This must be the ancestral place of Arnold Schwarzenigger.
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R.Pradeep Kumar: Falling off the cliff----A tussel for home ra ge between an adult & juvenile Night Heron
Thrift is broken in many ways. It allows importing definitions from other services but fails to generate working code in such a scenario, so you can forget about having structs or typedefs that you want to use for multiple services.
Next, it includes type specifiers for fields and return values but don't expect any type checking. Those specifiers exist purely for marshalling/unmarshalling hints. The only "help" you get is when the runtime throws ugly exceptions that you, an experienced senior engineer, can comprehend to be due to datatype mismatches.
On the PHP side, it does something super brilliant. It IGNORES namespaces! WTF! So, you can't call out to two services that, God forbid, define classes (Thrift structs) with the same name. Class redef error. Oops!
Next, Thrift totally doesn't allow you to write services in a layered manner. E.g. You want your service to have a request validation layer that verifies a signature, strips it and passes it on to the next layer that, perhaps, does some quota checks or logging, strips more of its book-keeping data and passes the rest to the implementation.
Super easy with HTTP REST, right? Nawt so with Thrift. Muddle each and every end-point's signature for each service with parameters it doesn't even want to know of. I can't imagine writing services this way. It's sheer sadomasochism.
Last nail in Thrift's coffin is custom client and server code for each service. How 1980s is that? I had just two services to deal with and one client for that service and I was driven crazy to my wit's end trying to keep things in sync.
Experience teaches people a lot about some things. Some learning is supposed to be transient and some persistent. It's good to keep checking on the validity of your beliefs once in a while. I did it once with Java when I joined Hadoop. Indeed Java turned out to be a programming philosophy unto itself. One that was all about constraints, inflexibility and programming equivalent of the tunnel vision syndrome.
I did it again with Thrift, this time revalidating what the title of this post says. Data wants freedom. It does not need to be tied to programming language constructs. Exchanging data as objects is bad juju.
Even in the scope of the same language, passing PODs (strings, numbers, arrays, dicts) brings immense flexibility. So much flexibility that the trade-off against type safety is easy to go for. I've been programming without type safety for over 5 years now and except for the first couple of months, I never missed it.
The day you realise that an object is just a dictionary in essence, and that methods can be invoked by their names represented as strings, you'll reach a new state of programming mindset. Or maybe not, but at least I did.
“Go straight inside baby” Bhiku the rickshaw wala told her before dropping her off at the gate. It was the month of July, schools had just re-opened and all of 8 year old, Gulgul, the girl with chubby cheeks felt liberated. It had rained heavily in the afternoon and at 4 o’clock when the school ended, the roadside was full of big and small puddles making her mind race and imagination run wild as she sat in the rickshaw to reach home.
And there it was, a huge puddle just before the door. There was a stone way through the puddle to the veranda of the old bungalow and it was easy to reach the door without getting her feet soiled -as she was told time and again, girls ought to behave demurely and in proper fashion, she even started to walk on the pathway. One step and the second one, she saw her own reflection in the puddle, stood there admiring the sky being reflected in water.
Originally published at Swati Sani. Please leave any comments there.
The most important news of the day: Right before July 4th, I received my American passport in the mail. Now I can travel around the world as American! :) The passport is very beautiful with a different pictures of American sights on each of 28 pages, and it contains lots of useful information, and an electronic code. -- Главная новость для: накануне Дня Независимости 4 Июля я получила по почте свой американский паспорт. Теперь могу путешествовать по миру как американка! :) Паспорт очень красивый, с кучей полезной информации на все случаи жизни, с электронным кодом, и на каждой странице картинка видов Америки (всего 28 страниц).
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Life is going on, and it seems that I am permanently trying to catch on things rather than to be in control of the things. I started to believe that it's my fate... Be that as it may, I am participating in two new exciting renku, submit my work as usual, and wirte haiku every day (but do not paint every day which makes me feel guilty). And my garden waits for me every day, too. Some recent losses include all my mail in one of the Yahoo addresses, a broken Outlook email program which I can't use and can't fix, and a disappearance of my Kankodori web site on Geocities. Other than that, everything is fine. This issue of Asahi Weekly published my haiku, and Emiko san sent me the newspaper, as she always does -- thank you, dear Emiko! :) -- Жизнь продолжается, хотя и кажется, что я постоянно догоняю события, и ничего не успеваю. Стала задумываться, что наверное, это рок такой... Как бы то ни было, я сейчас участвую в двух потрясающе интересных ренку на двух сайтах, посылаю работы везде как обычно, и пишу ежедневно хайку (не получается рисовать каждый день, потому чувствую себя виноватой). Сад тоже ждёт меня каждый день. Кое-какие потери недавно случились: пропали все мои входящие письма из одного ящика на Яху, сломался Аутлук, который теперь не работает вообще и я не могу пока вызвать специалиста починить, и пропал мой сайт Канкодори (на Джеосити). А в остальном, прекрасная маркиза, всё хорошо... Вот снова в Асахи Еженедельном приложении (печатном) напечатано моё хайку, и редактор Эмико Мияшита прислала мне экезмпляр, как она всегда делает -- спасибо, дорогая Эмико! :)

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Taken awhile back but I'm playing in photoshop this evening to pacify myself during the Cricket game

"Обала" на сербскохорватском -набережная. Баном, по крайней мере в Первой Югославии, называли правителя какой-нибудь территории, вроде губернатора (судя по памятнику Бану Йеладжичу в центре Загреба, в период вхождения этих земель в состав Австро-Венгрии такой термин тоже использовался). Кто такой Кулин -понятия не имею,даже у Яндекса забыл спросить.


















