What's most annoying is that I've been unable to get any of my own comics done, which I knew was going to happen when I took on all this commercial work. My time has been budgeted so poorly, that I've found myself weeks behind on starting my DC project (luckily we have some time before the artist can even begin, but I was hoping to have been up and running by now), and my Hellboy story was pushed back several months (thank god). Last Monday I sent off several scripts to Joey Cavalieri for the Bizarro sequel (hopefully none of them will bounce back to me), I'm still hammering away at the dialogue for the final Thing issue (the horror.the utter horror.), Sarah and I are almost done with the pilot bible, which I also worked up the main preliminary character designs for. Anyway, one of the reasons we skipped this year was because we assumed our schedule was going to be a mess, and we certainly were right about that. It also would have been nice for Sarah to meet her Tokyopop editors (if they went, that is). We haven't been there since 2000, and it would be nice to see friend and publisher Dan Vado one of these days. Okay, I admit, I'm a bit jealous - this year Sarah and both kind of wished we went to the Big Carnival. I haven't done much of anything save work and run errands this past week, while most of this godforaken comics industry was in San Diego soaking up Klingon-stink and trampling venerable Golden Age cartoonists in their rush to get to the panel on the new Tomb Raider movie.
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Nick Mallory's world is much more familiar - at least, it starts off being our own. Presiding over all, the most important person is the Merlin, who is entrusted with the magical health of the Isles of Blest. Not unlike Britain in King Arthur's Day, Roddy is daughter of two Court Wizards and therefore part of the King's Progress, travelling round the Islands of Blest and ready to take part in whatever ritual or ceremony is required, as it occurs. Arianrhod Hyde's world (or Roddy, as she prefers to be called) is very much the world of magic, pageantry and ritual. The story is narrated by two very different teenagers, who each inhabit two extraordinarily different worlds. A glorious new fantasy from an award-winning author. The history inscribed itself on the Map's most alarming folios ignoring it was no way to earn Home. Scrape off our century, and you will find its usurper, pressed into a nugget of inorganic matter, the single greatest threat to the continuity of life. You will see eternity, a desert that like no other place exudes the timelessness of nature as the final arbiter. Finalist: The Anthropology of Turquoise: Meditations on Landscape, Art, and Spirit, by Ellen Meloy (Pantheon Books) Share: Twitter Facebook Email. That color its chromatic science and its cultural symbology is what Ellen Meloy (June 21, 1946November 4, 2004) explores in The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky (public library). Gaze out from the mesa, and you will meet my duplicitous lover. But the color of that dot suspended in a sunbeam is rather between blue and green: a pixel of turquoise. During my recent journeys this history felt foreign and unnervingly off-the-Map, even as I lived in its heart. On the Colorado Plateau, with its considerable share of wildlands, a natural world more or less intact, the most exotic terrain may be the plateau's own history. Pay attention to the weather, to what breaks your heart, to what lifts your heart. Get to know your ants, creatures, who lives there, who died there, who is blessed, cursed, what is absent or in danger or in need of your help. Know where you are.your biological address. In the desert there is everything and there is nothing. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures, she has written over twenty-six gay romance novels, lost count of novellas and short stories, has won Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches. She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Watch out, she hugs!ĭriven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit. You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. He did so through a hugely popular comic strip called "Pogo" and through the dozens of books in which the stories he told were recycled and granted a somewhat more permanent existence. In 1936 the Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge was established, with nearly half a million acres of pristine freshwater swampland, but it is no exaggeration to say that it was Walt Kelly who really put Okefenokee on the map, made it a part of the national consciousness. Okefenokee had been on the map for ages, though little known outside Georgia. It was an actual place, the Okefenokee Swamp in southern Georgia, but in the hands of an amazingly gifted man named Walt Kelly it had been transformed into a universe all its own, a microcosm of America populated by a vast cast of wild, crazy, goofy, fantastic and utterly lovable characters. But when I was young - too young to understand Faulkner, for sure - another southern place a few hundred miles to the east seemed to me at once the most magical and believable in all America. An occasional series in which The Post's book critic reconsiders notable and/or neglected books from the past.įor many years it has been my passionate conviction that the greatest monument of American literature is Yoknapatawpha, the fictional Mississippi county created by William Faulkner in which all his greatest novels and short stories are set. It shows just how much it takes to be a member of the SAS. This is a story of superhuman courage, strength, endurance and dark humour in the face of overwhelming odds. Delivered to Baghdad, they are tortured with a savagery for which not even their intensive SAS training has prepared them. They escape on foot to the Syrian border. But within days, their location is compromised. Their location: Iraq Their mission: to sever a vital enemy underground communication link, to find and destroy mobile Scud launchers Their call sign: Bravo Two Zero When eight members of the elite SAS regiment embark on a highly covert operation, they are each laden with 15 stones of equipment, needing to tab 20km across the desert to reach their objective. Sergeant Andy McNab recounts the story of the top secret mission that would reveal the secrets of the SAS to the world for the first time. As I’ve said at the beginning of this review more than a half of the population suffer or experience depression and there are those who are affected by it every day for all of their life. This autobiography deals with a lot of subjects which are important and executed really well. Kay Redfield Jamison is really brave for sharing her story with the world and I feel grateful to have read it. I have to say that this is really an essential book for everyone interested in psychology or manic depressive disorder. Within this pages you will experience what it is like being bipolar and get to know the story of this brilliant doctor. Kay Redfield Jamison gives us an insight of her childhood and how the darkness consumed her and her way of living with mental illness. The characteristics of manic depressive disorder are mostly mood swings – a person’s mind tends to switch moods from over-the-moon happy to terribly sad. This is an autobiography of Kay Redfield Jamison – she is a clinical psychologist whose work mainly centers on manic depressive disorder (generally known as bipolar disorder). I have read a few memoirs with similar topics as this one but this one is the most memorable. I have been interested in mental disorders for a while now – mainly because they affect a lot of population. So there was guilt in that not-wanting-to-read-it feeling. One learning to tiptoe around unmentionables so that tomorrow might come, the other tramping on taboos like there was no tomorrow. One living in a no-go area 'over the road' from another no-go area, the other living in a come-and-go-as-you-please area alongside other come-and-go-as-you-please areas. One from 'over the border', the other from 'under the border', compassly speaking. It came from the suspicion that Pinkbook's narrator and I might be of a similar vintage. It's because of the amazing ability of the sun to set gloriously even upon inglorious circumstances.Īnd I'm clearer about why I had that not-wanting-to-read-it feeling. Not that I like my mind being made up for me as a rule, though I don't like rules much either. I've wanted to read Pinkbook ever since I first heard about it, though I've not wanted to read it for all that time too, so Somebody sending it over was like my mind being made up for me by Somebody Else. The pink-covered book looks unread and I worry about creasing the spine of said pink book but I crease it anyway, and quickly. What had I thought? That it would be green? Or white? Or maybe orange? And a surprise to find the colour pink dominating the cover. Somebody gave me their copy of the Man Booker winner today because I'm down with 'flu. Twelve-year old Klaus is also very smart. Fourteen-year-old Violet, the oldest of the siblings, skips rocks into the water while thinking of an invention that could return the rock to her. As the weather is cloudy, they have the beach to themselves. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire are on their favorite beach, Briny Beach. The book is aptly named as it does indeed have a bad beginning. The dark and humorous series inspired the 2004 film Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. The book is illustrated by Brett Helquist. After a fire, the orphaned children are sent to live with Count Olaf, who tries to steal their inheritance. The book introduces the Baudelaire siblings, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny. The Bad Beginning: Or, Orphans! (1999) is the first book in a well-known series of children’s novels, A Series of Unfortunate Events, written by Daniel Handler under his pen name, Lemony Snicket. The hinge loss leads to better accuracy and sparsity at the cost of less sensitivity regarding probabilities. Margins in Hinge Loss is the smallest distance between the line (or hyperplane) and data that separates our points into classes and defines our classification. It instead, punishes the misclassification, leading it to be good at estimating margins. However, Hinge loss does not help in probabilistic estimation. There are various loss types starting from cross-entropy to mean squared error, huber loss and the hinge loss(L-2 regularization loss)Ĭross-entropy loss (logarithmic loss) leads to well behaved probabilistic outputs that is allowing us to find the maximum likelihood estimate of our model’s parameters. For any machine learning model, the weights are learned from minimizing the loss function. They give us an objective to measure the performance of the model. For any machine learning model, loss functions are a key part of it. |
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