I initially developed the game on my Linux laptop using Python and Pygame.
Unfortunately I couldn't get Pygame to Freeze to a static executable. I believe it should be possible as someone appeares to have done so for Symbian. Unfortunately I couldn't get it to work. One of the restrictions of working on the Wii is that everything must be statically linked. This meant I couldn't use Pygame.
Fortunately Pygame is just wrapper around SDL, albeit a very good one. With my game complete it was fairly easy to extract out my Pygame dependencies to my own Python module, called MyGame. The Pygame wrapper version 'mygame.py' still exists for using the game without building the C SDL wrapper module.
With Pygame removed from the core game I could set out rebuilding my own Pyrex/C SDL wrapper that could be statically linked. My own wrapper also gave me the opportunity to encapsulate the other Wii dependencies within this library. This meant the core game was entirely portable with no knowledge of Wii, Linux or Windows.
The only small difference per platform was the 'main' class which launches the game 'wiigameengine' compared to 'gameengine'. This was necessary to encapsulate the screen/audio config differences for Wii and my Linux machine. Additionally when running on Linux my launcher 'gameengine' would support debug flags to jump direct to certain levels etc. Clearly passing command line flags on the Wii is not possible!
The WiiPy project game me a working Python/Pyrex build system to build my SDL wrapper on. Pyrex is a tricky beast to master but when done so it is exceptionally powerful. It allows the definition of C functions/structs stubs which can then be used inline with Python classes and functions. It handles the conversion to/from C of Python objects and, once you are familiar with its restrictions, allows easy access to C libraries from Python.
The most tricky bit of Pyrex is dealing with the dreaded 'cannot convert blah * to Python object' errors. These happen for many reasons but usually because you haven't defined the C stub correctly or the cdef variables correctly in your Python code. It takes a lot of fiddling to get this right the first few times.
The result: an SDL wrapper module 'mygame.pyx' which compiles down to mygame.o for linking (with libSDL). Additionally this module wraps a few Wii libraries to allow the Wii specific code to initialise various libraries (the SDCard's FAT filesystem and the controllers etc).
The same module can be built for Linux or Wii by using the appropriate Makefile and changing the #define WII flag.


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 She has a hobby of making people around her fill out the MBTI personality test. And, she has possibly the cutest sushi cat sweater in the history of the world.
Aarushi is a committed member of the wet lab team and contributed lots of time to designing experiments and analysing the data. She had more prior wet lab experience than most of us and guided the rest of the team through lots of headaches.
Daniela Dana Danilova
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Dana has the craziest lab coat SAFB has ever seen. After a long day in the lab, she’ll be better at making puns than setting agar plates. She has a wonderful collection of microbe plushies that have become a crucial part of our day-to-day iDEC experience. She has kept us from being locked out of the lab after hours (when card access expires) countless times. She also devours ungodly amounts of breakfast bars.
She has been an instrumental part of the wet lab team from day one and has shown immense dedication to the project, sacrificing countless hours to be in labs and study spaces with us. She has kept us sharp by always questioning our methods (in a good way) and making sure that we’ve thought through every step of the way.
David Tsang
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David the Wiki Wizard had been living abroad this summer and contributed remotely from all over the world, braving the different time zones and wifi conditions. Unable to enter the UK due to COVID, he used his crazy genius coding skills to help set up the wiki and help with dry lab. But since he’s arrived at London, he’s become a regular at wet lab meetings and has shared the stress of iDEC deadlines with us.
Isabelle Zhang
BSc Biochemistry
Isabelle consistently supplies the team with morale and snacks (not to be confused with her incredibly realistic toast phone case). She has the most adorable nods.
As team leader she coordinated the funding and drove the team to be resourceful and proactive. She was deeply involved in experimental planning and design for both wet lab and dry lab. She managed much of the team’s organisation and navigated us through many obstacles and unforeseen circumstances.
Juan Ivars Miñana
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Juan is as tall as two Aarushis stacked on top of each other (the standard unit for measuring height in the iDEC team). He is as competent as he is tall, and certainly more competent than most cells we’ve made.
He bravely led the dry lab team through the scary unknowns of structure prediction and ligand docking, and somehow managed to do all this whilst also writing his Master’s dissertation. He gave the wet lab team promising information from all sorts of bioinformatics analyses.
Kexin Xu
BSc Medical Biosciences
Kexin carries her badminton racket with her everywhere, including into the lab, to fight off the evil spirits of smeared gels. She also bikes everywhere, including in the lab, to get from the centrifuge to the fume hood across the hall.
She started off keen to do wet lab work, but has since become our resident bioinformatics girl. She picked up Python skills at amazing speed (only learning it this summer), and enthusiastically coded most of the scripts we used.
Laima Šusta
BSc Biochemistry
Laima does the best impressions of our PhD advisors. She’s also named after a Latvian chocolate bar, or is the chocolate bar named after her? Laima means happiness in Latvian, and that’s exactly what she brings to the team (in the form of Estonian sweets).
She has been a significant member of the wet lab team. She joined us as a first year undergraduate and will be leaving us with enough PCR and cloning experience to lecture about them to second and third years. She designed the wiki that you’re reading right now, and made our advisors very happy by volunteering to do many of the lab’s chores.
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Caffeine runs through Lucy’s veins. She likes drawing on large vertical surfaces and carries an army of markers so that she is prepared for any surface she comes across. She has somehow gotten away with breaking into the Hackspace every day for over a month (her ID card did not work (we still don’t know if it does)).
She has been a dedicated leader of the wet lab team, bringing her superb researching skills to the table. She kept the team on track with her detailed lab notebook full of calculations and concentrations, and contributed greatly to experimental planning and design.


I signed up for Reclaim Hosting as I want to move my Known installation there. But I’ve struggled to get my old Known files transferred, reminding me once again how crucial it is to control important data yourself and how frustrating third-parties can be in this process
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I tried making my own pickled ginger, something I’ve become quite addicted to. Our local farmers’ market sells a really delicious version, which I haven’t quite been able to replicate, despite trying different vinegars and different levels of sweetener. I spent a lot of time thinking about this passage from Ramona and Her Mother (Happy 100th birthday, Beverly Clearly!):
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property becomes instantiated w2toolbar object.
You should define tabs during object creation:


Use this data sink to build a general purpose MongoDB data store for processed data. You can configure MongoDB once per system. Each instance sets up its own copy of MongoDB; no cluster is created. The parameters specify the connection, timeout, and database name. Note that MongoDB has a maximum record size of 16 MB.
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Determines if DigitalEdge times out or keeps looking for data on the connection; must be Default: true Recommendation: keep the default value |
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How long (in milliseconds) DigitalEdge will wait for a connection before it gives up looking for data on the queue
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Name the DigitalEdge data store with any valid MongoDB name of your choice Default: dbname |
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DropboxClient
The main client API you’ll be working with most often. You’ll need to
configure a dropbox.session.DropboxSession for this to work, but otherwise
it’s fairly self-explanatory.
Before you can begin making requests to the dropbox API, you have to
authenticate your application with Dropbox and get the user to
authorize your application to use dropbox on his behalf. A typical
progam, from the initial imports to making a simple request (account_info),
looks like this:
# Include the Dropbox SDK libraries
from dropbox import client, rest, session
# Get your app key and secret from the Dropbox developer website
APP_KEY = 'INSERT_APP_KEY_HERE'
APP_SECRET = 'INSERT_SECRET_HERE'
# ACCESS_TYPE should be 'dropbox' or 'app_folder' as configured for your app
ACCESS_TYPE = 'INSERT_ACCESS_TYPE_HERE'
sess = session.DropboxSession(APP_KEY, APP_SECRET, ACCESS_TYPE)
request_token = sess.obtain_request_token()
url = sess.build_authorize_url(request_token)
# Make the user sign in and authorize this token
print "url:", url
print "Please visit this website and press the 'Allow' button, then hit 'Enter' here."
raw_input()
# This will fail if the user didn't visit the above URL and hit 'Allow'
access_token = sess.obtain_access_token(request_token)
client = client.DropboxClient(sess)
print "linked account:", client.account_info()
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class dropbox.client.DropboxClient(session, rest_client=<class 'dropbox.rest.RESTClient'>)
The main access point of doing REST calls on Dropbox. You should
first create and configure a dropbox.session.DropboxSession object,
and then pass it into DropboxClient’s constructor. DropboxClient
then does all the work of properly calling each API method
with the correct OAuth authentication.
You should be aware that any of these methods can raise a
rest.ErrorResponse exception if the server returns a non-200
or invalid HTTP response. Note that a 401 return status at any
point indicates that the user needs to be reauthenticated.
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class ChunkedUploader(client, file_obj, length)
Contains the logic around a chunked upload, which uploads a
large file to Dropbox via the /chunked_upload endpoint
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finish(path, overwrite=False, parent_rev=None)
Commits the bytes uploaded by this ChunkedUploader to a file
in the users dropbox.
- Args:
- path: The full path of the file in the Dropbox.
- overwrite: Whether to overwrite an existing file at the given path. [default False]
If overwrite is False and a file already exists there, Dropbox
will rename the upload to make sure it doesn’t overwrite anything.
You need to check the metadata returned for the new name.
This field should only be True if your intent is to potentially
clobber changes to a file that you don’t know about.
- parent_rev: The rev field from the ‘parent’ of this upload. [optional]
If your intent is to update the file at the given path, you should
pass the parent_rev parameter set to the rev value from the most recent
metadata you have of the existing file at that path. If the server
has a more recent version of the file at the specified path, it will
automatically rename your uploaded file, spinning off a conflict.
Using this parameter effectively causes the overwrite parameter to be ignored.
The file will always be overwritten if you send the most-recent parent_rev,
and it will never be overwritten if you send a less-recent one.
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upload_chunked(chunk_size=4194304)
Uploads data from this ChunkedUploader’s file_obj in chunks, until
an error occurs. Throws an exception when an error occurs, and can
be called again to resume the upload.
- Args:
- chunk_size: The number of bytes to put in each chunk. [default 4 MB]
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DropboxClient.account_info()
Retrieve information about the user’s account.
- Returns:
-
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DropboxClient.add_copy_ref(copy_ref, to_path)
Adds the file referenced by the copy ref to the specified path
- Args:
- copy_ref: A copy ref string that was returned from a create_copy_ref call.
The copy_ref can be created from any other Dropbox account, or from the same account.
- path: The path to where the file will be created.
- Returns:
- A dictionary containing the metadata of the new copy of the file.
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DropboxClient.create_copy_ref(from_path)
Creates and returns a copy ref for a specific file. The copy ref can be
used to instantly copy that file to the Dropbox of another account.
- Args:
- path: The path to the file for a copy ref to be created on.
- Returns:
A dictionary that looks like the following example:
{"expires":"Fri, 31 Jan 2042 21:01:05 +0000", "copy_ref":"z1X6ATl6aWtzOGq0c3g5Ng"}
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DropboxClient.delta(cursor=None)
A way of letting you keep up with changes to files and folders in a
user’s Dropbox. You can periodically call delta() to get a list of “delta
entries”, which are instructions on how to update your local state to
match the server’s state.
- Arguments:
- cursor: On the first call, omit this argument (or pass in None). On
subsequent calls, pass in the cursor string returned by the previous
call.
- Returns: A dict with three fields.
- entries: A list of “delta entries” (described below)
- reset: If True, you should your local state to be an empty folder
before processing the list of delta entries. This is only True only
in rare situations.
- cursor: A string that is used to keep track of your current state.
On the next call to delta(), pass in this value to return entries
that were recorded since the cursor was returned.
- has_more: If True, then there are more entries available; you can
call delta() again immediately to retrieve those entries. If False,
then wait at least 5 minutes (preferably longer) before checking again.
- Delta Entries: Each entry is a 2-item list of one of following forms:
- [path, metadata]: Indicates that there is a file/folder at the given
path. You should add the entry to your local path. (The metadata
value is the same as what would be returned by the metadata() call.)
- If the new entry includes parent folders that don’t yet exist in your
local state, create those parent folders in your local state. You
will eventually get entries for those parent folders.
- If the new entry is a file, replace whatever your local state has at
path with the new entry.
- If the new entry is a folder, check what your local state has at
path. If it’s a file, replace it with the new entry. If it’s a
folder, apply the new metadata to the folder, but do not modify
the folder’s children.
- [path, nil]: Indicates that there is no file/folder at the path on
Dropbox. To update your local state to match, delete whatever is at path,
including any children (you will sometimes also get “delete” delta entries
for the children, but this is not guaranteed). If your local state doesn’t
have anything at path, ignore this entry.
Remember: Dropbox treats file names in a case-insensitive but case-preserving
way. To facilitate this, the path strings above are lower-cased versions of
the actual path. The metadata dicts have the original, case-preserved path.
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DropboxClient.file_copy(from_path, to_path)
Copy a file or folder to a new location.
- Args:
- from_path: The path to the file or folder to be copied.
- to_path: The destination path of the file or folder to be copied.
This parameter should include the destination filename (e.g.
from_path: ‘/test.txt’, to_path: ‘/dir/test.txt’). If there’s
already a file at the to_path, this copy will be renamed to
be unique.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of:
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at given from_path.
- 503: User over storage quota.
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DropboxClient.file_create_folder(path)
Create a folder.
- Args:
- path: The path of the new folder.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 403: A folder at that path already exists.
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DropboxClient.file_delete(path)
Delete a file or folder.
- Args:
- path: The path of the file or folder.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at the given path.
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DropboxClient.file_move(from_path, to_path)
Move a file or folder to a new location.
- Args:
- from_path: The path to the file or folder to be moved.
- to_path: The destination path of the file or folder to be moved.
This parameter should include the destination filename (e.g.
- from_path: ‘/test.txt’, to_path: ‘/dir/test.txt’). If there’s
already a file at the to_path, this file or folder will be renamed to
be unique.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at given from_path.
- 503: User over storage quota.
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DropboxClient.get_chunked_uploader(file_obj, length)
Creates a ChunkedUploader to upload the given file-like object.
- Args:
- file_obj: The file-like object which is the source of the data
being uploaded.
- length: The number of bytes to upload.
The expected use of this function is as follows:
bigFile = open("data.txt", 'rb')
uploader = myclient.get_chunked_uploader(bigFile, size)
print "uploading: ", size
while uploader.offset < size:
try:
upload = uploader.upload_chunked()
except rest.ErrorResponse, e:
# perform error handling and retry logic
The SDK leaves the error handling and retry logic to the developer
to implement, as the exact requirements will depend on the application
involved.
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DropboxClient.get_file(from_path, rev=None)
Download a file.
Unlike most other calls, get_file returns a raw HTTPResponse with the connection open.
You should call .read() and perform any processing you need, then close the HTTPResponse.
A typical usage looks like this:
out = open('magnum-opus.txt', 'w')
f, metadata = client.get_file_and_metadata('/magnum-opus.txt').read()
out.write(f)
which would download the file magnum-opus.txt and write the contents into
the file magnum-opus.txt on the local filesystem.
- Args:
- from_path: The path to the file to be downloaded.
- rev: A previous rev value of the file to be downloaded. [optional]
- Returns:
- An httplib.HTTPResponse that is the result of the request.
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at the given path, or the file that was there was deleted.
- 200: Request was okay but response was malformed in some way.
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DropboxClient.get_file_and_metadata(from_path, rev=None)
Download a file alongwith its metadata.
Acts as a thin wrapper around get_file() (see get_file() comments for
more details)
- Args:
- from_path: The path to the file to be downloaded.
- rev: A previous rev value of the file to be downloaded. [optional]
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at the given path, or the file that was there was deleted.
- 200: Request was okay but response was malformed in some way.
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DropboxClient.media(path)
Get a temporary unauthenticated URL for a media file.
All of Dropbox’s API methods require OAuth, which may cause problems in
situations where an application expects to be able to hit a URL multiple times
(for example, a media player seeking around a video file). This method
creates a time-limited URL that can be accessed without any authentication,
and returns that to you, along with an expiration time.
- Args:
- path: The file to return a URL for. Folders are not supported.
- Returns:
A dictionary that looks like the following example:
{'url': 'https://dl.dropbox.com/0/view/wvxv1fw6on24qw7/file.mov', 'expires': 'Thu, 16 Sep 2011 01:01:25 +0000'}
For a detailed description of what this call returns, visit:
https://www.dropbox.com/developers/reference/api#media
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: Unable to find the file at the given path.
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DropboxClient.metadata(path, list=True, file_limit=25000, hash=None, rev=None, include_deleted=False)
Retrieve metadata for a file or folder.
A typical use would be:
folder_metadata = client.metadata('/')
print "metadata:", folder_metadata
which would return the metadata of the root directory. This
will look something like:
{
'bytes': 0,
'contents': [
{
'bytes': 0,
'icon': 'folder',
'is_dir': True,
'modified': 'Thu, 25 Aug 2011 00:03:15 +0000',
'path': '/Sample Folder',
'rev': '803beb471',
'revision': 8,
'root': 'dropbox',
'size': '0 bytes',
'thumb_exists': False
},
{
'bytes': 77,
'icon': 'page_white_text',
'is_dir': False,
'mime_type': 'text/plain',
'modified': 'Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:04:50 +0000',
'path': '/magnum-opus.txt',
'rev': '362e2029684fe',
'revision': 221922,
'root': 'dropbox',
'size': '77 bytes',
'thumb_exists': False
}
],
'hash': 'efdac89c4da886a9cece1927e6c22977',
'icon': 'folder',
'is_dir': True,
'path': '/',
'root': 'app_folder',
'size': '0 bytes',
'thumb_exists': False
}
In this example, the root directory contains two things: Sample Folder,
which is a folder, and /magnum-opus.txt, which is a text file 77 bytes long
- Args:
- path: The path to the file or folder.
- list: Whether to list all contained files (only applies when
path refers to a folder).
- file_limit: The maximum number of file entries to return within
a folder. If the number of files in the directory exceeds this
limit, an exception is raised. The server will return at max
25,000 files within a folder.
- hash: Every directory listing has a hash parameter attached that
can then be passed back into this function later to save on bandwidth. Rather than returning an unchanged folder’s contents, the server will instead return a 304. - rev: The revision of the file to retrieve the metadata for. [optional]
This parameter only applies for files. If omitted, you’ll receive
the most recent revision metadata.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 304: Current directory hash matches hash parameters, so contents are unchanged.
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at given path.
- 406: Too many file entries to return.
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DropboxClient.put_file(full_path, file_obj, overwrite=False, parent_rev=None)
Upload a file.
A typical use case would be as follows:
f = open('working-draft.txt')
response = client.put_file('/magnum-opus.txt', f)
print "uploaded:", response
which would return the metadata of the uploaded file, similar to:
{
'bytes': 77,
'icon': 'page_white_text',
'is_dir': False,
'mime_type': 'text/plain',
'modified': 'Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:04:50 +0000',
'path': '/magnum-opus.txt',
'rev': '362e2029684fe',
'revision': 221922,
'root': 'dropbox',
'size': '77 bytes',
'thumb_exists': False
}
- Args:
- full_path: The full path to upload the file to, including the file name.
If the destination directory does not yet exist, it will be created.
- file_obj: A file-like object to upload. If you would like, you can pass a string as file_obj.
- overwrite: Whether to overwrite an existing file at the given path. [default False]
If overwrite is False and a file already exists there, Dropbox
will rename the upload to make sure it doesn’t overwrite anything.
You need to check the metadata returned for the new name.
This field should only be True if your intent is to potentially
clobber changes to a file that you don’t know about.
- parent_rev: The rev field from the ‘parent’ of this upload. [optional]
If your intent is to update the file at the given path, you should
pass the parent_rev parameter set to the rev value from the most recent
metadata you have of the existing file at that path. If the server
has a more recent version of the file at the specified path, it will
automatically rename your uploaded file, spinning off a conflict.
Using this parameter effectively causes the overwrite parameter to be ignored.
The file will always be overwritten if you send the most-recent parent_rev,
and it will never be overwritten if you send a less-recent one.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 503: User over quota
Note: In Python versions below version 2.6, httplib doesn’t handle file-like objects.
In that case, this code will read the entire file into memory (!).
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DropboxClient.request(target, params=None, method='POST', content_server=False)
Make an HTTP request to a target API method.
This is an internal method used to properly craft the url, headers, and
params for a Dropbox API request. It is exposed for you in case you
need craft other API calls not in this library or if you want to debug it.
- Args:
target: The target URL with leading slash (e.g. ‘/files’)
params: A dictionary of parameters to add to the request
method: An HTTP method (e.g. ‘GET’ or ‘POST’)
- content_server: A boolean indicating whether the request is to the
API content server, for example to fetch the contents of a file
rather than its metadata.
- Returns:
- A tuple of (url, params, headers) that should be used to make the request.
OAuth authentication information will be added as needed within these fields.
-
DropboxClient.restore(path, rev)
Restore a file to a previous revision.
- Args:
- path: The file to restore. Note that folders can’t be restored.
- rev: A previous rev value of the file to be restored to.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: Unable to find the file at the given revision.
-
DropboxClient.revisions(path, rev_limit=1000)
Retrieve revisions of a file.
- Args:
- path: The file to fetch revisions for. Note that revisions
are not available for folders.
- rev_limit: The maximum number of file entries to return within
a folder. The server will return at max 1,000 revisions.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No revisions were found at the given path.
-
DropboxClient.search(path, query, file_limit=1000, include_deleted=False)
Search directory for filenames matching query.
- Args:
- path: The directory to search within.
- query: The query to search on (minimum 3 characters).
- file_limit: The maximum number of file entries to return within a folder.
The server will return at max 1,000 files.
- include_deleted: Whether to include deleted files in search results.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
-
DropboxClient.share(path)
Create a shareable link to a file or folder.
Shareable links created on Dropbox are time-limited, but don’t require any
authentication, so they can be given out freely. The time limit should allow
at least a day of shareability, though users have the ability to disable
a link from their account if they like.
- Args:
- path: The file or folder to share.
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: Unable to find the file at the given path.
-
DropboxClient.thumbnail(from_path, size='large', format='JPEG')
Download a thumbnail for an image.
Unlike most other calls, thumbnail returns a raw HTTPResponse with the connection open.
You should call .read() and perform any processing you need, then close the HTTPResponse.
- Args:
- from_path: The path to the file to be thumbnailed.
- size: A string describing the desired thumbnail size.
At this time, ‘small’, ‘medium’, and ‘large’ are
officially supported sizes (32x32, 64x64, and 128x128
respectively), though others may be available. Check
https://www.dropbox.com/developers/reference/api#thumbnails for
more details.
- Returns:
- An httplib.HTTPResponse that is the result of the request.
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at the given from_path, or files of that type cannot be thumbnailed.
- 415: Image is invalid and cannot be thumbnailed.
-
DropboxClient.thumbnail_and_metadata(from_path, size='large', format='JPEG')
Download a thumbnail for an image alongwith its metadata.
Acts as a thin wrapper around thumbnail() (see thumbnail() comments for
more details)
- Args:
-
- Returns:
-
- Raises:
- A dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse with an HTTP status of
- 400: Bad request (may be due to many things; check e.error for details)
- 404: No file was found at the given from_path, or files of that type cannot be thumbnailed.
- 415: Image is invalid and cannot be thumbnailed.
- 200: Request was okay but response was malformed in some way.
-
DropboxClient.upload_chunk(file_obj, length, offset=0, upload_id=None)
Uploads a single chunk of data from the given file like object. The majority of users
should use the ChunkedUploader object, which provides a simpler interface to the
chunked_upload API endpoint.
- Args:
- file_obj: The source of the data to upload
- length: The number of bytes to upload in one chunk.
- Returns:
- The reply from the server, as a dictionary
DropboxSession
dropbox.session.DropboxSession is responsible for holding OAuth authentication info
(app key/secret, request key/secret, access key/secret) as well as configuration information for your app
(‘app_folder’ or ‘dropbox’ access type, optional locale preference). It knows how to
use all of this information to craft properly constructed requests to Dropbox.
A DropboxSession object must be passed to a dropbox.client.DropboxClient object upon
initialization.
-
class dropbox.session.DropboxSession(consumer_key, consumer_secret, access_type, locale=None, rest_client=<class 'dropbox.rest.RESTClient'>)
Build OAuth access headers for a future request.
- Args:
- method: The HTTP method being used (e.g. ‘GET’ or ‘POST’).
- resource_url: The full url the request will be made to.
- params: A dictionary of parameters to add to what’s already on the url.
Typically, this would consist of POST parameters.
- Returns:
- A tuple of (header_dict, params) where header_dict is a dictionary
of header names and values appropriate for passing into dropbox.rest.RESTClient
and params is a dictionary like the one that was passed in, but augmented with
oauth-related parameters as appropriate.
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build_authorize_url(request_token, oauth_callback=None)
Build a request token authorization URL.
After obtaining a request token, you’ll need to send the user to
the URL returned from this function so that they can confirm that
they want to connect their account to your app.
- Args:
- request_token: A request token from obtain_request_token.
- oauth_callback: A url to redirect back to with the authorized
request token.
- Returns:
- An authorization for the given request token.
-
build_path(target, params=None)
Build the path component for an API URL.
This method urlencodes the parameters, adds them
to the end of the target url, and puts a marker for the API
version in front.
- Args:
- target: A target url (e.g. ‘/files’) to build upon.
- params: A dictionary of parameters (name to value). [optional]
- Returns:
- The path and parameters components of an API URL.
-
build_url(host, target, params=None)
Build an API URL.
This method adds scheme and hostname to the path
returned from build_path.
- Args:
- target: A target url (e.g. ‘/files’) to build upon.
- params: A dictionary of parameters (name to value). [optional]
- Returns:
-
-
is_linked()
Return whether the DropboxSession has an access token attached.
-
obtain_access_token(request_token=None)
Obtain an access token for a user.
After you get a request token, and then send the user to the authorize
URL, you can use the authorized request token with this method to get the
access token to use for future operations. The access token is stored on
the session object.
- Args:
- request_token: A request token from obtain_request_token. [optional]
The request_token should have been authorized via the
authorization url from build_authorize_url. If you don’t pass
a request_token, the fallback is self.request_token, which
will exist if you previously called obtain_request_token on this
DropboxSession instance.
- Returns:
- An tuple of (key, secret) representing the access token Dropbox assigned
to this app and user. Also attaches the access token as self.token.
-
obtain_request_token()
Obtain a request token from the Dropbox API.
This is your first step in the OAuth process. You call this to get a
request_token from the Dropbox server that you can then use with
DropboxSession.build_authorize_url() to get the user to authorize it.
After it’s authorized you use this token with
DropboxSession.obtain_access_token() to get an access token.
NOTE: You should only need to do this once for each user, and then you
can store the access token for that user for later operations.
- Returns:
- An dropbox.session.OAuthToken representing the request token Dropbox assigned
to this app. Also attaches the request token as self.request_token.
-
set_request_token(request_token, request_token_secret)
Attach an request token to the DropboxSession.
Note that the request ‘token’ is made up of both a token string
and a secret string.
-
set_token(access_token, access_token_secret)
Attach an access token to the DropboxSession.
Note that the access ‘token’ is made up of both a token string
and a secret string.
-
unlink()
Remove any attached access token from the DropboxSession.
REST Client
A simple JSON REST request abstraction layer that is used by the
dropbox.client and dropbox.session modules. You shouldn’t need to use this.
-
class dropbox.rest.RESTClient
-
classmethod GET(*n, **kw)
Perform a GET request using RESTClient.request
-
IMPL = <dropbox.rest.RESTClientObject object at 0x101e4d210>
An class with all static methods to perform JSON REST requests that is used internally
by the Dropbox Client API. It provides just enough gear to make requests
and get responses as JSON data (when applicable). All requests happen over SSL.
-
classmethod POST(*n, **kw)
Perform a POST request using RESTClient.request
-
classmethod PUT(*n, **kw)
Perform a PUT request using RESTClient.request
-
classmethod request(*n, **kw)
Perform a REST request and parse the response.
- Args:
- method: An HTTP method (e.g. ‘GET’ or ‘POST’).
- url: The URL to make a request to.
- post_params: A dictionary of parameters to put in the body of the request.
This option may not be used if the body parameter is given.
- body: The body of the request. Typically, this value will be a string.
It may also be a file-like object in Python 2.6 and above. The body
parameter may not be used with the post_params parameter.
- headers: A dictionary of headers to send with the request.
- raw_response: Whether to return the raw httplib.HTTPReponse object. [default False]
It’s best enabled for requests that return large amounts of data that you
would want to .read() incrementally rather than loading into memory. Also
use this for calls where you need to read metadata like status or headers,
or if the body is not JSON.
- Returns:
- The JSON-decoded data from the server, unless raw_response is
specified, in which case an httplib.HTTPReponse object is returned instead.
- Raises:
- dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse: The returned HTTP status is not 200, or the body was
not parsed from JSON successfully.
- dropbox.rest.RESTSocketError: A socket.error was raised while contacting Dropbox.
-
class dropbox.rest.ErrorResponse(http_resp)
Raised by dropbox.rest.RESTClient.request for requests that:
- Return a non-200 HTTP response, or
- Have a non-JSON response body, or
- Have a malformed/missing header in the response.
Most errors that Dropbox returns will have a error field that is unpacked and
placed on the ErrorResponse exception. In some situations, a user_error field
will also come back. Messages under user_error are worth showing to an end-user
of your app, while other errors are likely only useful for you as the developer.
-
class dropbox.rest.RESTSocketError(host, e)
A light wrapper for socket.errors raised by dropbox.rest.RESTClient.request
that adds more information to the socket.error.


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The wide-eyed maid was more used to kneading bread dough than doing up rows of tiny buttons, but eventually she finished buttoning Elayne into her dark green riding dress, curtsied and stepped back breathing heavily, though whether from the effort of concentration or just from being in the presence of the Daughter-Heir was hard to tell. The Great Serpent ring on Elayne’s left hand might have had something to do with it, too. Just over twenty miles in a straight line would take you from the manor of House Matherin to the River Erinin and all its great commerce, but the distance was far greater in actual miles to be covered through the Chishen Mountains, and people here were more accustomed to cattle raids across the border from Murandy than any sort of visitor, especially a visitor who wrapped the Daughter-Heir and an Aes Sedai into one package. The honor seemed beyond what some of the servants could bear. Elsie had been painfully conscientious in folding the blue silk gown that Elayne had worn last night and packing it away in a large leather traveling chest, one of a pair in the apartment’s dressing room, so conscientious that Elayne had nearly taken over the task herself. She had slept poorly at first, fitful and waking, then slept late when she could sleep, and she was beyond chafing to be on her way back to Caemlyn.
This was the fifth time she had spent a night out of Caemlyn since learning the city was threatened, and on each trip she had given a day to visiting three or four manors, once five, all the property of men and women bound to House Trakand by blood or oaths, and every visit took time. The press of time weighed down her bones, yet presenting the proper image was necessary. Riding clothes were needed to travel from one manor to the next lest she arrived rumpled and looking a fugitive, but she had to change before settling in whether it was for the night or just a few hours. Half those hours might be taken up by shifting from riding clothes to a gown and back again, but riding clothes spoke of haste and need, perhaps of desperation, while the coronet of the Daughter-Heir and an embroidered gown trimmed with lace, unpacked from a set of traveling cases and donned after washing, portrayed confidence and strength. She would have brought her own maid to add to the impression if Essande had been up to keeping the pace in winter, though she suspected the white-haired woman’s slowness would have had her chewing her tongue in frustration. Still, Essande could not have been as slow as this goggled-eyed young Elsie.
At last Elsie handed her her fur-lined crimson cloak with a curtsy, and she slung the cloak around her shoulders hastily. A fire blazed on the stone hearth, but the room was nowhere near warm, and recently she could not seem to ignore the cold with any reliability. The girl bobbed as she asked whether she could fetch men to carry down the chests if it pleased Her Majesty. The first time she had done that, Elayne had gently explained that she was not yet Queen, but Elsie seemed horrified at the idea of addressing her simply as my Lady, or even as Princess, though in truth the last was considered very old-fashioned. Proper or not, it usually pleased Elayne to hear someone acknowledge her right to the throne, but this morning she was too tired to be anything but anxious to be on the road. Suppressing a yawn, she told Elsie curtly to fetch the men and be quick about it, and turned for the paneled door. The girl rushed to open it for her, which took longer than if she had done it herself, with a curtsy before opening and yet another after. Her divided silk skirts whispered furiously against each other as she strode out of the room tugging on her red riding gloves. If Elsie had delayed her one more second, she thought she would have screamed.
It was the girl who shrieked, however, before Elayne had gone three paces, a horrified howl that sounded ripped from her throat. The cloak flared as Elayne spun around, embracing the True Source, feeling the richness of saidar flood through her. Elsie was standing on the strip of carpet that ran along the middle of the pale brown floor tiles, staring the other way down the hall with both hands pressed to her mouth. Two crossing corridors opened in that direction, but there was not another soul in sight.
“What is it, Elsie?” Elayne demanded. She had several weaves already on the edge of forming, ranging from a simple net of air to a fireball that would have demolished half the walls in front of her, and in her present humor, she wanted to use one of them, to strike out with the Power. Her moods were uncertain of late, to say the least.
The girl looked back over one shoulder, trembling, and if her eyes had been wide before, they bulged now. Her hands remained clamped to mouth as if to prevent another scream. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, tall and plump-bosomed in House Matherin’s gray-and-blue livery, she was not really a girl—Elsie might be four or five years older than herself—but the way she behaved made it difficult to think of her any other way.
“What is it, Elsie? And don’t tell me it was nothing. You look as if you’d seen a ghost.”
The girl flinched. “I did,” she said unsteadily. That she gave Elayne no title showed just how unsteady she was. “Lady Nelein, as was Lord Aedmun’s grandmother. She died when I was little, but I remember even Lord Aedmun tiptoed around her temper, and the maids used to jump if she looked at them, and other ladies who visited, too, and the lords, as well. Everybody was afraid of her.
It was more a laugh of relief than anything else. The Black Ajah had not somehow followed her to Lord Aedmun’s manor. There were no assassins waiting with knives in their fists, no sisters loyal to Elaida wanting to whisk her back to Tar Valon. Sometimes she dreamed about those things, about all of them in the same dream. She released saidar, reluctantly as always, regretful as that fullness of joy and life drained out of her. Matherin supported her, but Aedmun might have taken it amiss if she had ruined half his home place.
“The dead cannot harm the living, Elsie,” she said gently. The more gently because she had laughed, not to mention wanting to box the ninny’s ears. “They’re not of this world anymore, and they can’t touch anything in it, including us.” The girl nodded, and dropped another curtsy, but by the size of her eyes and the trembling of her lips she was unconvinced. Elayne had no time to cosset her, though. “Fetch the men for my cases, Elsie,” she said firmly, “and don’t worry about ghosts.” With yet another curtsy the girl dashed off, her head swiveling anxiously in case the Lady Nelein leaped out of the paneled walls. Ghosts! The fool girl was a ninny!
Matherin was an old House, if not large or strong, and the main stairs, leading down to the entry hall, were broad and trimmed with marble railings. The entry hall itself was a generous space, with gray-and-blue floor tiles and mirrored oil lamps hanging on chains from the ceiling twenty feet above. There was nothing in the way of gilding and little inlay, but ornately carved chests and cabinets stood along the sides of the hall, and two wall hangings were displayed on one wall. One showed men hunting leopards from horseback, a chancy business at best, and the other women of House Matherin presenting a sword to the first Queen of Andor, an event that Matherin treasured and that might or might not have actually happened.
Aviendha was already down, pacing restlessly in the hall, and Elayne sighed at the sight. They would have shared a room, if not for the implication that Matherin could not provide adequately for two visitors of note, but Aviendha did not really understand that the smaller the House, the loftier the pride. Often, the smaller Houses possessed little more. Pride, she should have understood, since a fierce pride and strength all but shone from her. Straight-backed and even taller than Elayne, a thick dark shawl draped over her pale blouse and a folded gray head scarf holding back her long reddish hair, she was the very picture of a Wise One despite being only a year older than Elayne. Wise Ones who could channel often appeared to be much younger than they were, and Aviendha had the dignity. At this moment she did, anyway, though the pair of them had giggled together often enough. Of course, her only jewelry was a long, silver Kandori necklace, an amber brooch in the shape of a turtle and a wide ivory bracelet, and Wise Ones always wore festoons of necklaces and bracelets, but Aviendha was not a Wise One yet, merely an apprentice. Elayne never thought of Aviendha as merely anything, but it did present problems now and then. Sometimes she thought the Wise Ones considered her an apprentice of some sort as well, or at least a student. A silly thought, to be sure, but sometimes . . .
As Elayne reached the foot of the stairs, Aviendha adjusted her shawl and asked, “Did you sleep well?” Her tone was untroubled, but anxiety nestled around her green eyes. “You did not send for wine to help you sleep, did you? I made sure your wine was watered when we ate, but I saw you looking at the wine pitcher.”
“Yes, Mother,” Elayne said in a sickly sweet voice. “No, Mother. I was wondering how Aedmun got his hands on such a fine vintage, Mother. It was a shame to water it. And I drank the goat’s milk before I went to sleep.” If anything brought her to birthing sickness, it would be goat’s milk! And to think she used to like it.
 There were inconveniences to being with child, ranging from abrupt swings in her temper to tenderness in her breasts to always being tired, but the coddling was the worst, in some ways. Everyone in the Royal Palace knew she was pregnant—a good many had known before she did, courtesy of Min’s viewing and Min being too free with her tongue—and she did not think she could have been so mothered when she was an infant. Still, she put up with all the bother with as much grace as she could muster. Usually, she did. They were only trying to be helpful. She just wished every woman she knew did not believe that pregnancy had made her brainless. Nearly every woman she knew. Those who had never borne a child themselves were the worst.
Thinking of her baby—at times she wished Min had said whether it would be a boy or girl, or rather that Aviendha or Birgitte could recall exactly what Min actually had said; Min was always right, but the three of them had consumed a great deal wine that night, and Min had been gone from the palace long before Elayne herself knew to ask—thinking of the child growing in her always made her think of Rand, just as thinking of him made her think of the babe. One followed the other as surely as cream rose in the milkpan. She missed Rand terribly, and yet she could not miss him. A part of him, the sense of him, rode always in the back of her head unless she masked the bond, right alongside her sense of Birgitte, her other Warder. The bond had its limits, however. He was somewhere to the west, far enough that she could tell little more than that he was alive. Nothing more, really, though she thought she would know if he had been badly injured. She was not sure she wanted to know what he was up to. He had been far to the south for a long time after leaving her, and now, just this morning, he had Traveled to the west. It was disconcerting, really, to feel him in one direction and then suddenly have him off in another, even farther away. He could be pursuing enemies or running from enemies or any one of a thousand things. She hoped very much it was something innocuous that made him Travel. He was going to die on her all too soon—men who could channel always died of it—but she wanted so very much to keep him alive as long as possible.
“He is well,” Aviendha said almost as though she could read her mind. They had their own shared sense of one another since their mutual adoption as first-sisters, but it did not go as far as the Warder bond they and Min shared with Rand. “If he allows himself to be killed, I will cut off his ears.”
Elayne blinked, then laughed again, and after a startled glance, Aviendha joined in. It was not that funny, except maybe to an Aiel—Aviendha’s sense of humor was very odd—but Elayne could not stop laughing, and Aviendha seemed as helpless. Shaking with mirth, they hugged one another and hung on. Life was very strange. Had anyone told her a few years ago that she would share a man with another woman—with two other women!—she would have called them mad. The very idea would have been indecent. But she loved Aviendha every bit as much as she did Rand, only in a different way, and Aviendha loved Rand as much as she did.
Denying that meant denying Aviendha, and she could as easily step out of her skin. Aiel women, sisters or close friends, often married the same man, and seldom gave him any say in the matter. She was going to marry Rand, and so was Aviendha, and so was Min. Whatever anyone said or thought, that was all there was to it. If he lived long enough.
Suddenly she became afraid that her laughter was edging toward tears. Please, Light, let her not be one of those women who became weepy when they were with child. It was bad enough not knowing whether she was going to be melancholy or furious from one minute to the next. Hours might pass when she felt perfectly normal, but then there were hours when she felt like a child’s ball bouncing down an endless flight of stairs. This morning, she seemed to be on the stairs.
“He is well, and he will be well,” Aviendha whispered fiercely, as if she intended to assure his survival by killing anything that threatened him.
With the tips of her fingers, Elayne brushed a tear from her sister’s cheek. “He is well, and he will be well,” she agreed softly. But they could not kill saidin, and the taint on the male half of the Power was what was going to kill him.
The lamps overhead flickered as one of the tall doors to the outside opened, letting in a gust of air even colder than that in the entry hall, and they quickly moved a little apart, just holding hands.  She could not afford to let anyone see her apparently seeking comfort in a hug. A ruler, or one who sought to rule, was not allowed the slightest suggestion of weakness or tears, not in public. There were rumors enough about her as it was, as many bad as good. She was benevolent or cruel, fair-minded or arbitrary, generous or avaricious, all according to which tale you listened to. At least the tales balanced out one another, but anyone who could say they had actually seen the Daughter-Heir huddling in the arms of her companion might add a tale of fear to the blend, and if her enemies believed she was afraid, they would only grow bolder. And stronger. Cowardice was the sort of rumor that stuck like greasy mud; you never could wash it off completely. History recorded women who had lost their bids for the Lion Throne on no further discernible grounds. Capability was a requirement for a successful ruler and wisdom was to be hoped for, though women lacking both had gained the throne and muddled through somehow, but few would support a coward, and none of those people she wanted on her side.
The man who came in, turning to push the massive door shut behind him, had only one leg and used a crutch in place of the other. Even with fleece padding, the sleeve of his heavy woolen coat was worn from it. A heavy-shouldered former soldier, Fridwyn Ros managed Lord Aedmun’s estate, with the aid of a fat clerk who had blinked at the Daughter-Heir in consternation, gaped at her Great Serpent ring with something near to awe, and scurried back to his ledgers in relief as soon as he realized she had no business with him. He had probably feared a levy on the manor’s accounts. Master Ros had stared at her ring in amazement, to be sure, but he had grinned with delight at the Daughter-Heir and regretted that he could no longer ride for her with such sincerity that, had he been a liar, he would already have bilked Aedmun and the clerk of everything they owned between them. She did not fear him carrying the wrong tales.
His crutch made a rhythmic thump as he came up the hall, and he managed a credible bow in spite of it, including Aviendha in his courtesy. He had been startled by her at first, but surprisingly quick to catch their friendship, and if he did not entirely trust an Aiel, it meant he accepted her. You could not ask for everything.
“The men are strapping your cases to the pack animals, my Queen, and your escort is ready.” He was one of those who refused to call her anything except “my Queen” or “Majesty,” but a hint of doubt entered his voice at mention of her escort. He covered it hastily with a cough and hurried on. “The men we’re sending with you are all mounted as well as I could manage. Young men, mainly, and a few more experienced, but they all know which end of a halberd has the point. I wish the manor could give you more, but I explained, when Lord Aedmun heard there were others claiming what’s yours by right, he decided not to wait for spring, and he called in his armsmen and set out for Caemlyn. We’ve had a couple of bad snowfalls since, but he might be halfway there by now with luck in the passes.” His gaze carried conviction, but he knew better than she that with the wrong luck Aedmun and his armsmen might be dead in those passes.
“Matherin has always maintained faith with Trakand,” Elayne told him, “and I put my trust that it always will. I value Lord Aedmun’s loyalty, Master Ros, and yours.”
She did not insult Matherin, and him, by promising to remember or offering rewards, yet Master Ros’ broad smile said she had already given him as much reward as he desired. Matherin would receive rewards, if they were earned, but they could not be held out as if offering to buy a horse.
Thumping along on his crutch, Master Ros bowed her to the door, and bowed her out onto the broad granite step where servants wearing heavy coats waited in the bitter cold with a stirrup cup of hot spiced wine that she rejected with a murmur. Until she had a chance to adjust to the sharp air, she wanted both hands to hold her cloak closed. Aviendha would probably have found a way to make her drop it anyway. She took a cup, after wrapping her shawl around her head and shoulders, the only concession she made to the icy morning. She was ignoring the cold, of course. Elayne was the one who had taught her how. Elayne tried again to push the cold away, and to her surprise, it receded. Not all the way—she still felt chilly—but it was better than freezing.
The sky was clear, the sun bright as it sat over the mountains, but storm clouds could come boiling across the surrounding peaks at any time. It would be best to reach their first destination today as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Fireheart, her tall black gelding, was living up to his name, rearing and snorting gouts of steamy breath as if he had never worn a bridle before, and Aviendha’s leggy arch-necked gray had taken it into her head to imitate him, dancing in the knee-deep snow and trying to go anywhere except where the groom tried to lead her. She was a more spirited animal than Elayne would have chosen for her sister, yet Aviendha herself had insisted after learning the mare’s name. Siswai meant spear, in the Old Tongue. The grooms seemed capable women, but they appeared to think they needed to calm the animals before handing them over. It was all Elayne could do not to snap at them that she had managed Fireheart before they ever saw him.
Her escort was already mounted, to avoid standing in the snow, twenty-odd riders in the white-collared red coats and brightly burnished breastplates and helmets of the Queen’s Guard. Master Ros’ doubt might be explained by the fact that the riders’ coats were silk, as were their red breeches with the white stripe up each leg, and by the pale lace they wore at neck and cuff. They certainly appeared more ceremonial than effective. Or it might have been that they were all women. Women were uncommon in jobs that required using weapons, just the occasional merchants’ guard or a rare woman who turned up in an army during time of war, and Elayne had never heard of a group of all-female soldiers before she created one. Except the Maidens, of course, but they were Aiel and a different matter. She hoped people would think them an affectation on her part, and largely decorative with all the lace and silk.  Bodyguards usually tried to appear so ferocious that no one would dare trying to get past them, but her enemies would just find a new way to attack if she stood the whole Queen’s Guard around her shoulder-to-shoulder. A bodyguard her enemies would dismiss until it was too late for more than regrets was her aim. She intended to make their uniforms more elaborate, partly to feed those misconceptions and partly to feed the women’s pride as soldiers marked out from the rest, but she herself had no doubts. Every one of them, from merchants’ guards to Hunters of the Horn, had been carefully chosen for her skills, experience and courage. She was ready to put her life in their hands. She already had.
A lean woman wearing a lieutenant’s two golden knots on the shoulder of her red cloak saluted Elayne with an arm across her chest, and her roan gelding tossed his head, making the silver bells in his mane chime faintly, as if he too were saluting. “We are ready, my Lady, and the area is clear.” Caseille Raskovni was one of those who had been a merchant’s guard, and her Arafellin accents were not those of an educated woman, but her voice was brisk and no-nonsense. She used the proper form of address, and would until Elayne was crowned, yet she was ready to fight to gain that crown for Elayne. Very, very few, male or female, signed the roster of the Queen’s Guard these days unless they were ready for that. “The men Master Ros handed over are ready, too. As ready as they’ll ever be.”
Elayne could see what Caseille meant. Master Ros had scraped together eleven men from the manor to send to Caemlyn and outfitted them with halberds and short-swords and what armor he could find, nine antique helmets without faceguards and seven breastplates with dents that made them vulnerable. Their mounts were not bad, though hairy with their winter coats, but even huddled as their riders were in thick cloaks, she could see that eight were unlikely to need to shave above once in a week, if that. The men Master Ros had described as being experienced had wrinkled faces and bony hands and probably not a full set of teeth between them. He had not been lying or trying to stint; Aedmun would have gathered all the fit men in the area to take with him and outfitted them in the best he had. The story had been the same everywhere. Apparently a great number of hale and hearty men scattered the length of Andor were trying to reach her in Caemlyn. And none of them likely to get into the city until all was decided, now. She could search every day without finding a single band. Still, this little bunch held their halberds as if they knew how to use them.  She could have managed that.
“We have visited nineteen of these manors, sister,” Aviendha said softly, moving closer until their shoulders touched, “and counting these, we have gathered two hundred and five boys too young to be blooded and old men who should have laid down the spear long ago. I have not asked befote. You know your people and your ways. Is this worth the time you give it?”
“Oh, yes, sister.” Elayne kept her voice just as low, so the one-legged former soldier and the servants could not overhear. The best of people could turn muleheaded if they realized you wanted them to behave a certain way. Particularly if they realized that the help they had painfully gathered and offered, and you had accepted, was not what you were after at all. “Everyone in that village down by the river knows I’m here by now, and so do half the farms for miles. By noon, the other half will know, and by tomorrow, the next village over, and more farms. News travels slowly in winter, especially in this country. They know I’ve spoken my claim to the throne, yet if I gain the throne tomorrow or die tomorrow, they might not learn of it before the middle of spring, maybe not even until summer. But today they know that Elayne Trakand is alive, that she visited the manor in silks and jewels and summoned men to her banner. People twenty miles from here will claim they saw me and touched my hand. Few people can say that without speaking in favor of whoever they claim to have seen, and when you speak in favor of someone, you convince yourself to favor them. There are men and women in nineteen places around Andor talking about how they saw the Daughter-Heir just this last week, and every day the area that talk covers spreads like an inkblot.
“If I had time, I’d visit every village in Andor. It won’t make a hair of difference in what happens in Caemlyn, but it may make all the difference after I win.” She would not admit to any possibility other than winning. Especially not given who would take the throne if she failed. “Most Queens in our history spent the first years of their rule gathering the people solidly behind them, Aviendha, and some never did, but harder times than these are coming. I may not have one year before I need every Andoran to stand behind me. I can’t wait until I have the throne. Harder times are coming, and I have to be ready. Andor has to be ready, and I must make it so,” she finished firmly.
Smiling, Aviendha touched Elayne’s cheek. “I think I will learn a great deal about being a Wise One from you.”
To her mortification, Elayne blushed in embarrassment. Her cheeks felt on fire! Maybe the swings in humor were worse than the cosseting. Light, she had months of this to look forward to! Not for the first time, she found a kernel of resentment toward Rand. He had done this to her—all right, she had helped him, instigated the doing, in fact, but that was beside the point—he had done this and walked away with a smug grin on his face. She doubted his grin had really been smug, but she could picture it all too easily. Let him dart from giddy to weepy every other hour and see how he liked it! I can’t think in a straight line, she thought irritably. That was his fault, too.
The grooms finally deemed Fireheart and Aviendha’s Siswai meek enough to be mounted by ladies, and Aviendha climbed to her saddle from the stone mounting block with a good deal more grace than she once had shown, arranging her bulky undivided skirts to cover as much of her dark-stockinged legs as possible. She still believed that her own legs were superior to any horse, yet she had become a passable rider. Though she did have a tendency to look surprised when the horse did as she wanted. Fireheart tried to dance once Elayne was on his back, but she reined him in smartly, and a bit more sharply than she would have normally. Her teetering moods had taken her to a sudden sense of dread for Rand, and if she could not ensure his safety, there was one male at hand she could make certain did exactly as he was supposed to.
Six of the Guardswomen led the way down the road from the manor at a slow walk, all the depth of snow would allow, with the rest following her and Aviendha in smart columns, the last horsewomen in line leading the pack animals.  A few cheers greeted them as they rode through the thatch-roofed village and across the stone bridge that crossed a snake-curved frozen stream, loud cries of “Elayne of the Lily!” and “Trakand! Trakand!” and “Matherin stands!” But she saw a woman crying on her husband’s chest, and tears on his face, too, and another woman who stood with her back to the riders and her head down, refusing even to look. Elayne hoped she would send their sons home to them. There should be little fighting at Caemlyn, unless she blundered badly, but there would be some, and once the Rose Crown was hers, battles lay ahead. To the south lay the Seanchan, and to the north, Myrddraal and Trollocs waiting to descend for Tarmon Gai’don. Andor would bleed sons in the days to come. Burn her, she was not going to cry!
Beyond the bridge, the road slanted up again, a steep climb through pine and fir and leatherleaf, but it was no more than a long mile to the mountain meadow they sought. The snow shining beneath the midmorning sun still bore the marks of hooves coming from where a gateway had left a deep furrow in the snow. It could have been nearer the manor, but the possibility of someone standing where your gateway opened was always the danger.
The glow of saidar surrounded Aviendha as they rode into the meadow. She had made the gateway to come here from their last stop yesterday afternoon, a manor a hundred miles north, so she would weave the gateway to go to Caemlyn, but the sight of Aviendha shining with the Power made Elayne go broody. Whoever made the gateway to leave Caemlyn always ended up making all the others until they returned, since she learned the ground at each place her gateway touched, but on each of their five trips, Aviendha had asked to make that first gateway. She might simply have wanted the practice, as she claimed, though Elayne hardly had more practice than she did, but another possibility had come to mind. Maybe Aviendha wanted to keep her from channeling, in any considerable amount at least. Because she was pregnant. The weave that had made them sisters of the same mother could not have been used if either of them had been with child, because the unborn child would have shared in the bond, a thing it could not be strong enough to survive, but surely one of the Aes Sedai in the palace would have said something if channeling was to be avoided in pregnancy. Then again, very few Aes Sedai ever bore children. They might not know. She was aware there were many things Aes Sedai did not know, however much they might pretend otherwise to the rest of the world—she herself had taken advantage of that presumption from time to time—but it seemed very strange that they might be ignorant of something so important to most women. It was as though a bird knew how to eat every seed and grain except barley, so supposedly knew, because if it did not know how to eat barley, what else might it be ignorant of? Wise Ones bore children, though, and they had said nothing about—
Abruptly concerns over her babe and channeling and what Aes Sedai might or might not know were pushed right out of her head. She could feel someone channeling saidar. Not Aviendha, not someone on one of the surrounding mountains, not anyone near as close as that. This was distant, like a beacon blazing on a far mountaintop in the night. A very distant mountain. She could not imagine how much of the One Power was needed for her to feel channeling at that distance. Every woman in the world who could channel must be able to sense this. To point straight to it. And the beacon lay to the west. Nothing had changed in the bond with Rand, she could not have said exactly where he was within a hundred miles, but she knew.
“He’s in danger,” she said. “We must go to him, Aviendha.”
Aviendha gave herself a shake and stopped staring westward. The glow remained around her, and Elayne could feel that she had drawn on the Source as deeply as she could. But even as Aviendha turned to her, she felt the amount of saidar the other woman held dwindle. “We must not, Elayne.”
Aghast, Elayne twisted in Fireheart’s saddle to stare at her. “You want to abandon him? To that!” No one could handle so much of saidar, not the strongest circle, not unaided. Supposedly a sa’angreal existed, greater than anything else ever made, and if what she had heard was correct, that might be able to handle this. Maybe. But from what she had heard, no woman could use it and live, not without ter’angreal made for the purpose, and no one had ever seen one that she knew of. Surely no sister would try even if she had found one. That much of the One Power could level mountain ranges at a stroke! No sister would try except perhaps one of the Black Ajah. Or worse, one of the Forsaken. Maybe more than one. What else could it be? And Aviendha simply wanted to ignore it, when she must know that Rand was there?
The Guardswomen, unaware, were still waiting patiently on their horses, keeping watch on the treeline around the meadow and little concerned with that after their reception at the manor, though Caseille was watching Elayne and Aviendha, a slight frown visible behind the face-bars of her helmet. She knew they never delayed at opening a gateway. The men from the manor were gathered around their packhorse, pawing at the bundles and apparently arguing over whether or not something had been included. Aviendha still moved her gray closer to Elayne’s black and spoke in a voice that would not carry.
“We know nothing, Elayne. Not whether he is dancing the spears or this is something else. If he dances the spears and we rush in, will he attack us before he knows who are? Will we distract him because he does not expect us, and allow his enemies to win? If he dies, we will find who took his life and kill them, but if we go to him now, we go blindly, and we may bring disaster on our backs.”
“We could be careful,” Elayne said sullenly. It infuriated her that she was feeling sullen, and showing it, but all she could do was ride her moods and try not let them get the upper hand completely. “We don’t have to Travel right to the spot.” Gripping her pouch, feeling the small ivory carving of a seated woman that nestled inside, she looked pointedly at her sister’s amber brooch. “Light, Aviendha, we have angreal, and neither of us is exactly helpless.” Oh, Light, now she was sounding petulant. She knew very well that both of them together, angreal and all, would be flies battling a flame against what they could sense, but even so, a fly-bite at the right moment might make the difference. “And don’t tell me I’ll endanger the baby. Min said she will be born strong and healthy.  That means I will live at least long enough for my daughter to be born.” She hoped for a daughter.
Fireheart chose that moment to nip at the gray, and Siswai nipped back, and for a bit Elayne was occupied with getting her gelding under control and keeping Aviendha from being thrown and telling Caseille that they did not need any help, and by the end of it, she was not feeling sullen any longer. She wanted to smack Fireheart right between his ears.
Aside from making the animal obey the reins, Aviendha behaved as if nothing had happened at all. She did frown, a little uncertainly, her face framed by the dark wool of her shawl, but her uncertainty had nothing to do with the horse.
“I have told you about the rings in Rhuidean,” she said slowly, and Elayne gave an impatient nod. Every woman who wanted to become a Wise One was sent through a ter’angreal before she began training. It was something like the ter’angreal used to test novices for being raised to Accepted in the White Tower, except that in this one, a woman saw her whole life. All of her possible lives, really, every decision made differently, an infinite fan of lives based on differing choices. “No one can remember all of that, Elayne, only bits and pieces. I knew I would love Rand al’Thor . . . ” she was still uncomfortable sometimes about using just his first name in front of others, “and that I would find sister-wives. For most things, all you retain is a vague impression at best. A hint of warning, sometimes. I think if we go to him now, something very bad will happen. Maybe one of us will die, maybe both in spite of what Min said.” That she said Min’s name without fumbling was a measure of her concern. She did not know Min very well, and usually named her formally, as Min Farshaw.  Perhaps something else. I do not know for sure—maybe we will all survive, and we will sit around a fire with him roasting pecara when we find him—but the glimmer of a warning is there in my head.”
Elayne opened her mouth angrily. Then she closed it again, anger draining away like water down a hole, and her shoulders slumped. Perhaps Aviendha’s glimmer was true and perhaps not, but the fact was that her arguments had been good from the start. A great risk taken in ignorance, and taking it might bring disaster. The beacon had grown brighter still. And he was there, right where the beacon was. The bond did not tell her so, not at this distance, but she knew. And she knew she had to leave him to take care of himself while she took care of Andor.
 “You are already much wiser than I. Not to mention braver and more coolheaded. We return to Caemlyn.”
Aviendha colored faintly under the praise—she could be very sensitive, at times—but she wasted no time in opening the gateway, a rotating view of a stableyard in the Royal Palace that widened into a hole in the air and let snow from the meadow fall onto the clean-swept paving stones as near three hundred miles away as made no difference. The sense of Birgitte, somewhere in the palace, sprang alive in Elayne’s head. Birgitte had a headache and a sour stomach, not unusual occurrences of late, but they suited Elayne’s mood all too well.
I must leave him to take care of himself, she thought as she rode through. Light, how often had she thought that? No matter. Rand was the love of her heart and the joy of her life, but Andor was her duty.


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Struct AngularMotion
Implements
System.IEquatable<AngularMotion>
Inherited Members
System.Object.Equals(System.Object, System.Object)
System.Object.GetType()
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Namespace: Vim.Math3d
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[DataContract]
public readonly struct AngularMotion : IEquatable<AngularMotion>
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View SourceAngularMotion((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, Single friction))
public AngularMotion((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction) tuple)
AngularMotion(Quaternion, Quaternion, Single)
public AngularMotion(Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction)
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View SourceAcceleration
[DataMember]
public readonly Quaternion Acceleration
Friction
[DataMember]
public readonly float Friction
MaxValue
public static AngularMotion MaxValue
MinValue
public static AngularMotion MinValue
Velocity
[DataMember]
public readonly Quaternion Velocity
Zero
public static AngularMotion Zero
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View SourceAlmostEquals(AngularMotion, Single)
public readonly bool AlmostEquals(AngularMotion x, float tolerance = 1E-07F)
Create((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, Single friction))
public static AngularMotion Create((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction) tuple)
Create(Quaternion, Quaternion, Single)
public static AngularMotion Create(Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction)
Deconstruct(out Quaternion, out Quaternion, out Single)
public readonly void Deconstruct(out Quaternion velocity, out Quaternion acceleration, out float friction)
Equals(Object)
public override readonly bool Equals(object obj)
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System.ValueType.Equals(System.Object)
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Equals(AngularMotion)
public readonly bool Equals(AngularMotion x)
GetHashCode()
public override readonly int GetHashCode()
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System.ValueType.GetHashCode()
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SetAcceleration(Quaternion)
public readonly AngularMotion SetAcceleration(Quaternion x)
SetFriction(Single)
public readonly AngularMotion SetFriction(float x)
SetVelocity(Quaternion)
public readonly AngularMotion SetVelocity(Quaternion x)
ToString()
public override readonly string ToString()
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System.ValueType.ToString()
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View SourceEquality(AngularMotion, AngularMotion)
public static bool operator ==(AngularMotion x0, AngularMotion x1)
Implicit((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, Single friction) to AngularMotion)
public static implicit operator AngularMotion((Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction) tuple)
Implicit(AngularMotion to (Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, Single friction))
public static implicit operator (Quaternion velocity, Quaternion acceleration, float friction)(AngularMotion self)
Inequality(AngularMotion, AngularMotion)
public static bool operator !=(AngularMotion x0, AngularMotion x1)
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Lucasfilm Drops New Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Character Posters
by Tudor LeonteWith less than a month before the official release of The Rise of Skywalker, Disney and Lucasfilm are pressing the accelerator on the marketing campaign. Now a brand new set of character posters has made its way online on the franchise’s socials. Most highlight the core characters we are familiar with from the last two films. But on top of that, we also get a closer look at the newcomers, like Naomi Ackie’s Jannah. And Lando, of course.
You can check out The Rise of Skywalker character posters in the gallery below.
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Returning cast members for The Rise of Skywalker include Daisy Ridley, Adam Driver, John Boyega, Oscar Isaac, Lupita Nyong’o, Domhnall Gleeson, Kelly Marie Tran, Joonas Suotamo and Billie Lourd. Joining the cast are Naomi Ackie (Doctor Who), Richard E. Grant (Logan), Dominic Monaghan (Lord of the Rings), and Keri Russell (The Americans). The cast features also veteran Star Wars actors Mark Hamill, Anthony Daniels and Billy Dee Williams, who will reprise his role as Lando Calrissian. The role of Leia Organa will once again be played by Carrie Fisher, using previously unreleased footage shot for Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
In addition to directing, Abrams co-wrote the screenplay with Chris Terrio (Argo, Justice League) from a story by himself, Terrio, Derek Connelly and Colin Trevorrow. Kathleen Kennedy, Michelle Rejwan, and Abrams will produce, with Callum Greene and Jason McGatlin executive producing. The franchise’s historical composer John Williams will return to a galaxy far, far away with Rise of Skywalker.
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Vestibular system
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inner ear:
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otolith organs in vestibulr detect vertical and nonrotational movement
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ampullary receptor in semicircular canals detect rotation
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vestiular nuclei
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Vertigo
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sensation of movement
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either body or environment
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aymmetric dysfunction of vestibular system
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Dizziness
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sense of spatial disoreintation without false sense of motion
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presyncope
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bilateral dysfunction of vestibular system
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ototoxic loss of vestibular system
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head trauma
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cerebrovascular disease
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spinocerebellar degeneration
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osteoarthritis
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multiple sclerosis
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seconds: psychogenic
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Hours - Meniere’s disease or vestibular migraine
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hours - days: vestibular neuritis
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recurrent wiht headaches, photophobia, phonophobia: vestibular migraine
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head position
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recent head injury (even if trivial)
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any new medicines (aspriin, phenytoin)
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associated sympotms
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tinnitus
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hearing loss
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aural fullness(pressure) in one ear
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headache
Examination
red flags:
vertigo that continues for several days
Nystagmus down-beating and continuing
Unremitting headaches and nausea
Ataxia/cerebellar signs
Progressive hearing loss
Signs of suppurative labyrinthitis - bulging, erythematous tympanic membrane, fever, balance disturbance
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cardiovascualr
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BP: standing and supine (3min each)
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otoscopy
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deposits at top of ear drum
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eyes
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gait
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balance
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hearing
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Dix Hallpike (who don’t have spontaneous nystagmus whilst upright
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slow component to the symptomatic side and fast (VOR) towards opposite
direction = fast
vertical = underlying central lesion except torsional of BPPV
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Symptomatic
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reassure/wait and see
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Antiemetics
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prochlorperazine
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cyclizine
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BDZ not recommeded
Central:
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recurrent/persistent
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gait/movmenet abnormal
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constant nausea
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poor peformance on tests of cerebellar function
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dysdiadochokinesis
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heel-toe walking
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refer for imaging (MRI)
BPPV
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life time prevalence = 2.4%
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otoconia in vestibule become dislodged and eneter semicircular canals - post. canal
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often associated to truama (especially young people)
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Epley canalith repositioning procedure
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sucess = 70%
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100% successive manoeuvres
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when no resonse = suspect central cause
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Meniere’s disease
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several hours of vertigo associated with fluctuating
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hearing
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tinnitus
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aural fullness
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excess of cochlear endolymph
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refluxes into semicircular canals
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usually >40 but in 1/3 after 60
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refer for further investigation and confirmation of diagnosis
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based on classical symptoms + pure tone audiogram
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MRI to exlude retrocochlear pathology
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treatment = symptom control
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betahistine
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maximum = 48mg/day
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signifiant benefit derived from doses more than this
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lack of evidence for diuretics
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Vestibular neuritis
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singe, severe episdoes of vertigo lasting at least 48hrs = vestibular neuritis
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abnormal head impulse test
- unilateral vestibulopathy
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horizontal nystagmus
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if head impulse test normal - cerebellar infarction should be suspected
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reactivution of herpes simplex in vestibular nerves
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BPPV may develop in ear
Labyrinthitis
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AOM + vertigo, balance and hearin gloss
- viral/bacterial tru labyrinthitis = IV Abx required
Vestibular migraine
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recurrnet fluctuating vertigo
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treat as for migraine
Medicnein related vertigo
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many recreational drugs
- EtOH


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This is a game built with a group where the main goal is to find the koca-kola recipe.
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Girl who who was denied school photos for red hair extensions rocks photo shoot
by Johari Canty(WSVN) - A young girl who was not allowed to get her school photos taken due to her red hair extensions instead rocked her own photo shoot.
Eight-year-old Marian Scott made headlines last month after she was blocked from taking her school photos due to her red hair extensions. The principal said that the extensions violated school policy.
However, according to WILX, dozens of photographers reached out to Marian’s family offering to give her photo shoots to help rebuild her confidence.
The family eventually accepted the offer from Jermaine Horton Photography who took stunning photos of Marian with a new wardrobe donated by Joy Entertainment & Event Management and Mieka Joi, CEO of Rich Girl Candy.
In all the photos, Marian’s red extensions are on display.
“It was fun,” Marian told WILX. “You got to pose and change clothes and got to be yourself.”
Marian said despite her confidence in the images, the incident with the school left her dejected, so her parents pulled her from the school.
Jermaine Horton, the owner of the photography business said he wanted to make sure Marian’s confidence was rebuilt.
“Confidence is a process especially when you are rebuilding someone’s confidence, especially a child because they are so fragile, so we want to make sure that she feels great that day, but also going forward that it’s ongoing and she still feels that support,” Horton told WILX.
Marian and her family said they are grateful for the support they have received after the incident.
“Thank you,” said Marian. “I appreciate it, and I love the support.”