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Just working with PySpread- and worked on a 1 million by 1 million spreadsheet- Python sure looks promising for the way ahead for stat computing ( you need to
sudo apt-get install python-numpy python-rpy python-scipy python-gmpy wxpython*,
cd to the untarred bz2 file from
:~/Downloads$ cd pyspread-0.1.2
sudo python setup.py install
by Martin Manns
|about||Pyspread is a cross-platform Python spreadsheet application. It is based on and written in the programming language Python.
Instead of spreadsheet formulas, Python expressions are entered into the spreadsheet cells. Each expression returns a Python object that can be accessed from other cells. These objects can represent anything including lists or matrices.
|warning||The concept of pyspread allows doing everything from each cell that a Python script can do. This powerful feature has its drawbacks. A spreadsheet may very well delete your hard drive or send your data via the Internet. Of course this is a non-issue if you sandbox properly or if you only use self developed spreadsheets.
Since this is not the case for everyone (see discussion at lwn.net), a GPG signature based trust model for spreadsheet files has been introduced. It ensures that only your own trusted files are executed on loading. Untrusted files are displayed in safe mode. You can approve a file manually. Inspect carefully.
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But the reality was I was extremely unhappy- or as unhappy as a person could be without being crazy about it. I was addicted to the always-on rush of the internet, working without a break on my writing and my job/contracts. I was ignoring my wife ‘s demands for more time as childish, and the rest of my family as interfering. Even my son seemed an time-crawl at times, so he spent more time with his nanny than me. I was hooked- and the drug was electronic, unblinking and always on. When I was not working, I was playing games on Facebook, tweeting like a teenager, or playing paid strategy games.I had been having mild arguments for the past several weeks with my wife, but I dismissed those concerns as feminine posturing. I mean, I knew her for eight years now- four before marriage and four after that. Any demands from her for more time or even to help out with the work at home meant time away from my computer or my business or even my sleep. After the high of fourteen go-go hours at work I needed some pills at the end of each day to sleep.
The wife could wait. The job, the money and the networking could not.
And then she walked out on me. With the kid. And the nanny. And With my credit card.
I was furious. How could this happen to me? In vain I raged against her, created scenes at her house to get my son back. She gave my credit card back. But it would take much more time than I realized to get my life back.
Too proud to admit whose fault it was, I packed my bags to start life afresh in school in America.
My parents were supportive, especially my father. I had often been distant with him as he too had a demanding job as a police officer. I rationalized my work alcoholism on the ground that I was doing it for my family and making good money, unlike my father who had just spent thirty years on a middle level pay and much more work. My father had endured those complaints silently and just as silently he helped me through basic therapy to help me reach a medical condition fit enough to travel.
I resolved to start life anew in the United States. At first it went well. I swam in the housing pool and walked along the beautiful green campus.My immigrant energy was good enough for me to start impressing my classmates and my teachers. I used the opportunities available in the US to travel to conferences in New York and Las Vegas. And I partied like a bachelor in both these places. I had nothing else left to lose and so I thought. Beer bars were my salvation and I was redeemed there-at least for the evening. But then a familiar pattern from the past emerged- I could not focus long enough on my studies. My medication (this time prescribed by a doctor) increased but I steadily drank as well. I tried distracting myself with sports- especially with the university football team which played every Saturday. Caught up in the weekly ritual, I hoped it would give a good outlet to the hurt I felt inside. It was one such Saturday that I came across my Baptist friends.
I was hitch-hiking my way to the football stadium and steadily grew flustered as there was a steady stream of cars hurrying to their tailgates without sparing a thought for me. After walking in vain for almost half an hour under the burning sun, I threw my hands up, looked up at the sky, and silently implored heaven to give me a break.
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About 76,000 times and in 0.18 seconds
my friend, the google, does me inform,
are results for the keywords search poem on martini,
dampens enthusiasm for another poetic tome.
What can I say- that hasnt been said before,
760 thousand times about you and more,
Shaken and Stirred by Mr Bond,
sometimes dirty and mostly dryly spawned.
El Martini is here to stay,
ladies and gentlemen, your host for the evening today.
Sip the cold, and smooth flavor,
add some olives – or green apples savor.
dont drink too much,
this is art as a drink,
sip martini slowly,
pause and blink.
Purge thoughtful plans today,
schemes and chores for another day.
El Martini strums a mean guitar,
how exotic, this stranger from afar.
still I pause, down two cups for the road,
having started, I need to finish this ode.
El Martini- has finished his song,
Mesmerized we happily clap along,
As he bows, we ask for a last request.
An encore would be terrific, no less.
- Food science and food myths: James Bond may have been onto something (telegraph.co.uk)