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Miami was beautiful. That much, Jose Fernandez remembers.
He first saw it about five years ago, while he was floating on a boat about 10 miles from shore — lights stacked on top of lights, all spread upward and outward, wrapping around a piece of land that stretched north and west for several thousand miles more. He knew little about the city. He knew it had Cubans — the lucky few who had succeeded in making the trip he was now attempting. He knew it had baseball. He had heard from some that life there was easy, from others that life there was hard. Either way, he knew he wanted to go. And he knew that, on this night at least, he would never make it to shore.
Because as close as those lights were, Fernandez saw another pair of lights that were much closer — lights from a boat belonging to the United States Coast Guard, just a few hundred yards away. "When you see those lights," Fernandez says, "you know it's over. You hear the stories about those people. They're incredible at their job."
Their job in these waters, at least since the United States changed its policy in 1995, is to send Cubans back to where they came from. The law is odd, but simple. If you're a Cuban defector who makes it to U.S. soil, you can stay. If you're caught in the water, you go home.
Fernandez was caught in the water. The Coast Guard would send him to Cuba. The Cuban government would send him to prison. That would be fine, Fernandez thought. He just needed to survive. As long as he did that, someday, he could leave again.
It was late afternoon last Friday, 102 days into Jose Fernandez's major league career, when the Marlins' All-Star pitcher came close — so close — to correctly remembering his coach's name.
The issue came up while Fernandez was stretching near home plate at Marlins Park before batting practice, looking up to see bench coach Rob Leary walk toward him. "Hey, Larry," Fernandez said — good enough for someone who's been speaking English for only five years, but not good enough to keep fellow starter Kevin Slowey from doubling over in laughter.
"What did you just call him?" Slowey said, jumping up midstretch to drape his arm around Leary's shoulder.
Fernandez looked on. "What do you mean, what did I call him?" A 20-year-old first-year player who has built a reputation for pitching like he's neither 20 nor a rookie, Fernandez is his team's ace and only All-Star. Yet he finds himself in a tough position. He has spent enough time in the United States to adapt to American culture, but not enough time in the country or in the big leagues to know when, exactly, the veterans are making fun of him.
"What's this guy's name?" Slowey asked, now positioning Leary so Fernandez couldn't see the back of his jersey. Fernandez shook his head. "Ask [Adeiny] Hechavarria," Fernandez said, deflecting attention to the team's other Cuban defector, who speaks little English. "He doesn't know the names of half the guys on the team."
But no, Slowey insisted: For the moment, this was about Fernandez. There had to be some satisfaction in catching the rookie in a mistake, because for so much of the season, Fernandez has seemed almost infallible — leading all rookie starters with a 2.75 ERA and ranking third in the majors in hits per nine innings, all during a season that he was supposed to spend in Double-A.
Fernandez has drawn less attention than a fellow Cuban rookie, the Los Angeles Dodgers' Yasiel Puig — he of the outrageous hype and the more outrageous backlash — but unlike Puig, Fernandez will actually be in New York tonight, playing for the National League All-Stars. Also unlike Puig, Fernandez has been willing to talk through his own story, one of failed defections and prison time, one that he still struggles to believe led to him becoming a 20-year-old All-Star.
But he still can't remember his coach's name. "Come on, man," said Slowey. "First and last name — what is it?"
"Ah, fuck off, guys," Fernandez said. "I don't know." He continued stretching as his teammates continued laughing. There are a few things, at least, that the rookie has yet to learn.
If you wanted to find a good bat near Fernandez's childhood home in Santa Clara, Cuba, you were better off moving away from the trees and into the fields. Louisville Sluggers were predictably scarce on the island, so as a 5-year-old in search of a proper bat, he had to take inventory of the sticks near his family farm. Breaking a branch off a tree wouldn't work. A fresh branch, Fernandez explains, would probably be damp. Damp branches break.
He looked for sticks that had been on the ground for a while, those that had been hardened in the Caribbean sun. Once he had a proper bat, Fernandez took a spare bag from his home and wandered around in search of rocks. The best rocks, of course, were those closest in size to a baseball, but Fernandez couldn't be too picky. Whatever he found, he kept, at least long enough for him to toss into the air and smack with his newfound stick, hopefully far enough to pass the treeline that he designated as the boundary for a home run. Then he'd round the bases — first might have been a tree, second a stone, third a patch of dirt, all depending on the day — and he'd return to his sack of rocks and do it all over again. He played alone, hours at a time. He let himself dream. Someday, if he worked hard, he might make it to the Cuban League.
He had no reason to fantasize about the major leagues. For one, Fernandez knew nothing about MLB. "I heard that the best baseball was there," he says, "but it's not like I knew who the players were or who the teams were or anything." Second, he had no reason to think he'd ever leave Cuba. Though he shared a bedroom with his grandmother, by Cuban standards he was upper middle class. "Middle class in Cuba isn't the same as middle class here," says Fernandez's stepsister, Yadenis Jimenez. But Fernandez never went hungry. He never thought of himself as poor.
"We had no reason to want to leave Cuba," says Ramon Jimenez, Fernandez's stepfather. "For a lot of people, it made sense. But for us, we were OK."
In fact, Fernandez would probably still be in Cuba if not for a professional setback suffered by Jimenez. He was denied the opportunity to leave the country for a medical mission in Venezuela because the government deemed him a risk to defect. "Until then," he says, "we had no reason to ever want to leave Cuba, to ever even think about it. But that was a reminder. When you're there, it's like you're in prison. I had to leave." So he would defect first, Jimenez planned, and then he would save enough money to have his children join him.
Everyone in Cuba, Jimenez says, knows someone who knows someone who traffics defectors. If you want to escape, then you make a few calls, maybe hold a few meetings, pay somewhere between $500 and $10,000 (Fernandez says his defection cost about a grand), and the next thing you know, you're on your way to a boat. But that's the easy part. Most would-be defectors get caught, and generally, those are the lucky ones. Many Cubans refer to the stretch of water between Havana and Miami as the Caribbean's largest cemetery. If the current doesn't get you, then there's always the threat of a leaky boat, a soldier's bullet, or, in some cases, an aggressive shark.
Jimenez took his chances. Thirteen times, he failed. Usually, their boat never made it into the water. His group would approach the beach and wait for their ride, but as soon as the boat arrived, one member of the group — an undercover agent — would make a call. Police would arrive. If Jimenez and the others were lucky, they would go home. If not, they'd end up in jail.
Eventually, however, Jimenez noticed a pattern. The undercover agent would typically wait until the defectors made their final call — the one coordinating the exact time of pickup — and then initiate the bust. That way, when the boat arrived, police could arrest all parties involved. If a group could keep their pickup time a secret, he thought, then they could escape before the police arrived. Jimenez changed his approach. Instead of waiting on dry land, he and his group spent hours sitting in the water. The undercover agent, if one was present, had no choice but to follow. Only now the defectors left a coconspirator back on the beach with a cell phone, which he used to coordinate the pickup. Their arrangements could no longer be overheard. No one knew when the boat would arrive — not Jimenez, not his fellow defectors, and not anyone from law enforcement who might have infiltrated the group. They stood in the sea, heads just above the water. They waited. When the boat arrived, they hopped aboard. If an agent were around, he'd have no chance to call for help. By the time he returned to dry land to get his phone, the defectors would be gone.
Once Jimenez made it to Florida, he settled in Tampa. First, he worked at the airport, washing cars. But soon enough he found a job in the medical field, and he saved enough money to begin sending for his family members. Jose was a teenager by then, just a few years away from being enlisted in Cuba's compulsory military service. He was also a pitcher with a decent fastball, and the more he talked to Jimenez, the more he fantasized about life in the United States. By age 14, he and his mother decided to defect.
Three times, they set off for Miami. Three times, they failed. Fernandez spent a few months in a Cuban prison, an attempted defector surrounded by murderers, a 14-year-old boy locked up with grown men. He doesn't ever want to think about the food again — "I have no idea how I would even describe it in English," he says, "but believe me, you don't want to know." He tries not to remember all those bodies cramped into so little space. And he doesn't let his mind dwell on the inmate killings. "To them, their lives were already over," Fernandez says. "What did it matter to them if they killed you? That's just one more murder."
After Fernandez was released from prison, at age 15 he and his mother planned another attempt. This time, instead of leaving from the north to Miami — for decades the expressway for Cuban defectors — they would travel south to the province of Sancti Spiritus and depart from a beach near the city of Trinidad. Instead of heading to the United States, they would arrive in Cancun. The alternate route was longer but more lightly policed. The seas were rougher, but there would be no threat of seeing lights from the Coast Guard. In Trinidad, Jose and his mother, Maritza, met his stepsister Yadenis and her mother, as well as eight other hopeful escapees.
Along the northerly route to Miami, there will sometimes be dozens or even hundreds of potential defectors, all lurking by the beach and waiting for boats. But here in the south, Fernandez's group was alone. It was near midnight and the rain fell cool and steady and they scrambled for cover near the water until they found a cave. They dropped down inside and huddled together, their feet battered and bloody from the sharp rocks inside the cave. Nearby was a lighthouse, manned by police they assumed were watching for defectors. "We thought, They'll never suspect us here," Fernandez says. "No one would be crazy enough to do this so close to the lookout." When the light beamed in their direction, they ducked. When it passed, they allowed themselves to stand.
Below them they saw an inlet, water that stretched from the cave out to sea. Fernandez dropped into the water to check its depth. He couldn't reach the bottom, which convinced him that it was deep enough for a speedboat. Over the phone, he directed the speedboat's driver to enter the cave. It arrived, they boarded, and immediately they sped away. Soon they reached international waters, where a houseboat was waiting. "Turn around and look," the captain told them. "This is the last time you're ever going to see Cuba." Yeah, right, Fernandez thought. He'd believed that on previous trips, and every time he ended up back on the island. This time, he wouldn't let himself get carried away.
It's difficult for Fernandez to remember much of the days that followed, but he does remember the boat — towering and luxurious, far more than their group required. He remembers the waves pounding the deck, tossing the boat in all directions, leaving them convinced that soon they'd all be dead. He remembers the seasickness; that's the one thing they all remember, standing on the deck and wretching overboard. He doesn't recall passing out, but his sister says he was unconscious for about 24 hours. But he remembers waking up — his eyes opening when the waters calmed and his mother cooked him a plate of ham.
And then he remembers the splash. He heard it one night while he was making small talk with the captain. After the splash, he heard the screams. A wave had crashed over the boat's deck and swept Fernandez's mother out to sea. He saw her body and before he had time to think, he jumped in. A spotlight shone on the water, and Fernandez could make out his mother thrashing in the waves about 60 feet from the boat. She could swim, but just barely, and as Fernandez pushed his way toward her, he spat out salty water with almost every stroke. Waves — "stupid big," he says — lifted him to the sky, then dropped him back down. When he reached his mother he told her, "Grab my back, but don't push me down. Let's go slow, and we'll make it." She held his left shoulder. With his right arm — his pitching arm — he paddled. Fifteen minutes later, they reached the boat. A rope dropped, and they climbed aboard. For now, at least, they were going to be OK.
Soon, they reached Mexico. There were fewer lights than in Miami, but at least they made it to shore. They entered a mansion owned by the operator of the trafficking ring. Inside, dozens of other defectors were waiting — had been waiting for quite a while. Cuba was far away, but the United States was even farther.
I don't know what was going on," Fernandez says of his time on the Mexican coast. There is no "Wet foot, dry foot" policy in Mexico like there is in the United States. There, Cuban defectors are deported if found, and Fernandez's group heard talk of local politicians who needed to be bribed and false documents that needed to be created. "You don't ask questions," he says. "Whatever these people ask you to do, you do." So for more than a week, he waited.
Soon they got on a northbound bus to Veracruz. Then they took another bus, also headed north. It was supposed to take them to a border town called Reynosa. But along the way, the bus rolled to a stop. A woman and four men, dressed in police uniforms, walked onboard. Fernandez watched as, one by one, they told the Cubans to come outside. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.
Someone tapped his shoulder. It was time for Fernandez to leave the bus too. They stood on the side of the road, and when questioned, they gave the officers a phone number for one of the traffickers. If they had any problems, the man said, just tell people to call me. Meanwhile, the officers walked up and down the line, eyeing the migrants. If they saw a piece of jewelry they liked, they took it. If you had any money on you, they took that too. OK, Fernandez thought. This is it. We're going back now, but that's OK. Just as long as we don't die.
They didn't. Instead, when the officers — or whoever they were — had taken all they wanted, they let the defectors back on the bus. A few hours later, they arrived in Reynosa. From Reynosa, they crossed over into Texas. If you're Cuban, it doesn't matter if you arrive by boat or by bus; as soon as you step foot on American soil, you're welcomed in.1 "When we got to Texas," Fernandez says, "and we're standing in the immigration office to get our papers, and it's finally happening, it was just like," and he pauses.
"Just, I don't know. Just … Damn."
That was April 5, 2008. Nine days later, under a tree at a little league baseball field in north Tampa, Fernandez met the man who would change his life. Orlando Chinea is a gray-haired, coffee-skinned Cuban defector who smokes at least one Montecristo a day and believes all pitchers can become better if they just flip a few more tires and chop down a few more trees.
He looked at the 15-year-old Fernandez, a little taller than 6 feet but still only 160 pounds, and he wasn't sure what to think. A former pitching coach in the Japanese league and for the Cuban national team, Chinea now worked privately with Tampa-area prospects. He'd agreed to meet Fernandez free of charge, but if the kid wasn't good enough, he wasn't going to waste anybody's time. Fernandez threw. "He couldn't pitch," Chinea says. "He could throw." His fastball topped out at around 84 miles per hour. His curveball delivery was short-armed, but at least the pitch actually curved. Good enough, Chinea thought.
That summer, they worked. Eight a.m. to 1:30 p.m. "Monday to Monday," Chinea says. "No breaks." For a month, Fernandez never touched a baseball. He'd spend an hour a day stretching, then a few more hours working out — plyometrics, some weight training, swimming, throwing medicine balls, and, of course, flipping tires and chopping trees. He did, on occasion, complain. But he stopped himself. "I thought about how many people there are in America," Fernandez says. "Out of all of those people, a lot of them are baseball players. Out of all of those baseball players, a lot of them are pitchers. And then I would think, are any of those pitchers out there working out, right now? Probably, somewhere, yeah. So I couldn't quit." Says Chinea: "He couldn't quit. It didn't matter if he hated the workouts. He loved the baseball." Chinea, who has worked with fellow Cubans Livan Hernandez, Orlando "El Duque" Hernandez, and Jose Contreras, says, "I've never known anybody who loves baseball as much as Jose."
Besides, what else was he going to do? Fernandez had no friends and spoke little English. Baseball was familiar. In the heat, in the middle of a workout, it felt almost as if he was back home. So every day he showed up and he worked. Finally, Chinea let him start pitching, and he bought a Wilson glove from Walmart for $13.99.
That fall he arrived at tryouts at Alonso High School, a state power. He was an afterthought, included in the last tryout group of the day. He threw. The radar gun read 94. Yes, coach Landy Faedo decided. They could use him on the team.
The next year, Fernandez took a Sharpie to his bathroom mirror. He scrawled on it, in large numbers, "98." Ninety-eight miles per hour. Every day, that was the goal. Working alongside Chinea, he would get there soon enough.
In the afternoons, Fernandez went from school to baseball practice. After practice, he stayed on the field with Chinea, and they worked every night from 6 to 9. On weekends, they worked in mornings. Chinea would show up at Fernandez's house on Sundays, ready to roll at 5:30 a.m. On Christmas, he worked. On New Year's Eve, he was out on the field past 9 p.m.
It was good, but never good enough. One afternoon, Fernandez pitched seven innings for Alonso, striking out 15 batters.2 The next day, while working out, he asked Chinea to grade his performance. "Horseshit," Chinea said. "You pitched like a kindergartner." Yes, he had a lot of strikeouts, but, Chinea pointed out, most of them came on short-armed curveballs. "Are you training to be a high school pitcher?" Chinea asked. "Or are you training for the major leagues?"
Fernandez walked off. Chinea was supposed to be his ride, but instead, he would walk home. Chinea pulled up alongside him as he walked. "Get in the car," Chinea said, but Fernandez refused. "OK," Chinea replied, and he sped away. The next day Chinea told him he was suspended — no private workouts for at least two weeks. By the end of those two weeks, Fernandez had lost 6 miles per hour off his fastball. Fine, he decided. He wouldn't argue with Chinea again.
Yet it could be tough for Fernandez to stay quiet. He had never been one to keep his emotions contained. As a high school player, he would finish home run swings by dropping the bat and raising both arms in the air, and after his first high school long ball, he'd taken off his helmet as he rounded second base and waved it above his head. He punctuated strikeouts by shouting "¡siéntate!" — Spanish for "sit down!" — and he was known, when he felt it necessary, to inform an umpire that he was blind. "Was he cocky?" asks Shane Bishop, a high school teammate who now plays at Eckerd College. "I don't think anyone will argue with you if you say he was cocky, but he put in the work. He did everything he could to back all of that up."
As a sophomore, he led Alonso to a state title. As a senior, he did it again. During that year Chuck Hernandez, now pitching coach for the Marlins, watched him play. Fernandez had committed to the University of South Florida, but when Hernandez saw Fernandez pitch, he broke some bad news to the USF coaching staff. "You're not getting that guy," Hernandez said, as recalled in a Miami Herald story. "He ain't going to no college."
He was right. The Marlins made Fernandez the 14th overall pick in the 2011 draft.
By the end of high school, Chinea had changed his message. Fernandez no longer pitched like a kindergartner. "You're ready for the major leagues," Chinea told him. "You're better than some of those guys right now."
Fernandez never planned to spend much time in the minors. "He was very confident," says Wayne Rosenthal, the Marlins minor league pitching coordinator. "Was he cocky? Yeah, I'll say he was cocky. He was the new kid on the block, the high draft pick, and he talked like it. Some players were like, 'What is this guy doing? He better back it up.' Well, he did."
Fernandez's minor league coaches, like his high school coaches, worked to tone down his outward expressions of emotion. No more arguing with umpires, no more taking off his helmet after home runs, no more telling strikeout victims when and where they should sit down. "It's a different game in America," says Chinea. "You can't show the same passion. It's a different set of rules."3
In 2012, Fernandez blew through A ball, going 14-1 with a 1.75 ERA, striking out 10.6 hitters per nine innings. This year he came to spring training, he said, hoping to learn. "I remember talking to him one day in the spring," says Marlins reliever Steve Cishek. "And he's just going on about how he's excited to be there, how he really wants to keep quiet and see what it's like, just learn from the veterans. I'm like, 'OK, man, that's cool.' Well, next thing you know, here he is in the big leagues, and he's bouncing around the clubhouse yelling, laughing, everything. It's like he owns the place."
Fernandez never played above Class-A last year, and though he planned to blow through the minors, he did expect to at least begin this year in Double-A. The Marlins, however, were shaping up to be a disaster in 2013. Fresh off an offseason fire sale of marquee players, the team was playing in an immaculate but often near-empty $634 million stadium. The park, financed largely with public funds, rewarded the residents of Miami-Dade County with baseball's second-lowest payroll and a roster sure to rank among the worst in the big leagues. So even if Fernandez sparkled, his team would still stink. And all the while, the franchise would be wasting one of his three seasons playing for the league minimum. The sooner they called him up, the sooner he'd be eligible for arbitration. And the sooner that happened, the sooner he'd likely be traded to a higher-spending team.
"People could debate it," says Mike Redmond, the Marlins manager. "But I look at this guy and want him on my team. Everyone around the team looks at this guy and wants him on the team. Of course we all do." The day before the season opener, the Marlins placed starting pitchers Henderson Alvarez and Nathan Eovaldi on the disabled list.
"At that point, you're asking me for the best pitcher we've got in the minor leagues, well, this is the guy," says Rosenthal, the pitching coordinator. "You can question whether it's the right decision all you want, but bottom line, this is the guy who's ready to go." Fernandez was at a shopping mall in Palm Beach Gardens when Rosenthal called him back to the ballpark. There, he got on the phone with team owner Jeffrey Loria. Loria had something to tell him.
Minutes later, Fernandez sat alone in his car, and he cried. In nine days, he would take the mound to start against the New York Mets.
On the field last Friday, Fernandez stood around before batting practice with his fellow pitchers. It had been more than three months since he gave up one run on three hits in that first start against the Mets, and less than a week since he learned that he'd be returning to New York as an All-Star. His fastball touches 99, his changeup can float in or drop straight down, and his curve runs so far away from swinging bats that teammate Logan Morrison named it "the defector."
"He has some balls on him," says Marlins infielder Placido Polanco, who compares Fernandez's on-field demeanor to that of Albert Pujols. "He's not backing down — he doesn't care who you are." Slowey likens Fernandez to a right-handed, pre-injury version of Francisco Liriano. "Only Jose knows his body more," says Slowey. "He's completely sure of his mechanics."
But he's still a rookie. And on this afternoon, his teammates were still giving him shit. "No shorts on the field!" yelled Slowey, pointing to Fernandez's rolled-up pants. "You're going to get fined $100 for that." Fernandez groaned and rolled down his pants, shaking his head while Slowey laughed. He wasn't scheduled to start until the next day, but Fernandez was already looking forward to it.
"That's one rule I love," he said. "On the day you start, before the game you can do whatever you want. Come on the field whenever you want, wear whatever you want, just do anything."
He grabbed an oversize rubber band to stretch out his shoulders. He was standing in the center of the Marlins' home field, already a millionaire and likely just years away from signing a contract that will promise him many millions more. He stood less than 20 miles away from the spot where he'd floated in the ocean that night more than five years ago and gazed at a city he knew he might never reach.
Fernandez had come an awful long way to travel that handful of miles, and for a moment, he allowed himself to take stock of how drastically his life had changed: "It's like, you tell someone, 'Hey, I'm going to work today.' 'Oh yeah? What are you going to do?' And you say, 'I get to do whatever I want.' Can you believe that? We get one day a week where we can do whatever we want. How many people can say that?"
In Cuba, very few. But in the same number of years it takes many his age to earn a bachelor's degree, Fernandez has gone from inmate to defector to MLB All-Star. So yes, he allows himself to enjoy everything about his life, even the luxury of breaking the dress code once a week.
"Man," he continued, smiling as he surveyed his teammates. "If you can say that, you got a pretty good job."


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Reprinted from Chris Mittelstaedt's column Eureka on Inc.com
Eric Ryan, co-founder of method home products, reveals the four things his company does to keep the creativity flowing.
At 36,000 feet, on a Virgin America flight, I was pondering soap. I already knew about method's cleaning products as a consumer but after watching their co-branded pre-flight video "We're All in this Together" and seeing the soap in the airplane lavatory, I began to wonder what this company has that others don't.
Method makes cleaning products and yet somehow the consumer experience is about much more than cleaning. It's about buying good design and environmentally friendly products—in fact, it's a lifestyle choice. Making cleaning products cool? Now that takes some creativity.
"Great innovation is a cocktail of artist and operator," method co-founder Eric Ryan told me recently at his office in San Francisco. "It's imagination plus execution."
I wanted to know more. Below Ryan shares with me his four key rules for keeping method innovative:
1. Build it into the culture. It starts with the hiring process. During interviews, managers ask all candidates three key questions: The first two questions usually focus on job-specific strategic and tactical issues. But the third is almost the most important: "How will you help keep Method weird?"
"We look for people who have a high aptitude for collaboration," Ryan says. "Our question about keeping Method weird is really key to us because it shows how someone will bring passion and personality to their work every day."
When it comes to working together and solving problems, Ryan says the company borrows a fundamental approach from an unlikely business source: improv theater.
"It's the idea of saying 'Yes, and…,' rather than 'Yes, but,'" he says. "It may sound like a subtle difference in the way people approach problems, but we find that it inspires creativity and lets people take risks." The company even offers employees improv classes that go in-depth on things like stance, breathing, and mindset—small performative details that help improve creative thinking on the fly.
2. Value and inspire creativity. One of the simplest things the company does is an employee-of-the-month award, which is announced at one of the weekly Monday Morning Huddle meetings. The winner—selected for his or her contributions to method's values, innovation, or culture—dons a cape and crown and gets photographed holding the Mug of Magnificence. Method also assigns a different person each week the role of running the meeting. Ryan says this allows employees to see their work through others' eyes constantly.
Many companies say that they value creativity but method has found a way to institutionalize its importance. Ryan and his co-founder Adam Lowry make sure each team—whether it's the high-level leadership team or the associate team—is made up of both "artists" and "operators."
3. Use the office environment to reinforce your values. Ryan and Lowry work hard to keep method weird, creative, and humble. For example, they try to give employees a different perspective on the business by requiring them all to serve as the lobby receptionist one day each month. It's a worldview shift and allows them to interact with customers, visitors, and other employees they might not see otherwise. The day I visited method's headquarters, the receptionist was "product czar" Don Frey.
The office space also encourages creativity and weirdness. There is a ping pong room covered in AstroTurf. Hallways have idea-laden whiteboards running floor to ceiling. I could have sworn we were in the product development department at one point, but Eric corrected me. "Nope, this is finance. But that's how we want it. Design is everywhere."
4. Live in a constant state of make. If training in improv, partnering different personality types, and creative office space is the groundwork of method's innovation strategy, successful implementation comes from mixing these elements with a mantra: "Live in a constant state of make." Ryan is passionate about creating something instead of just talking about it. "We want to try and make a concept tangible as quickly as possible for three main reasons: first, so that we can all confirm that we're having the same conversation; second, so that the impossible starts to feel possible; and third, so that we can demonstrate and reinforce short innovation loops."


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1976 Carter VS. Ford
"Man on Street - Democrats"
The Living Room Candidate
"Man on Street - Democrats," Ford, 1976
WOMAN #1: I've campaigned actively for McGovern, and when he was seeking the presidency in 1972, I campaigned in the primaries, and I campaigned in the general election for him. And now I think the country needs, and is ready for, Gerald Ford.
MAN #1: I'm from Atlanta, Georgia. My choice for president is Mr. Ford. Two months ago, I would've voted for Jimmy Carter. The more I know about Jimmy Carter, the less I think I'll vote for him.
WOMAN #2: Most blacks are Democrats, and they usually vote the Democratic Party. And usually I do, too, but this time, I'm going to go for Ford. I just, I want to see Ford in office again.
MAN #2: The Democratic Party funds the programs that I like the best, but Carter is embarrassing me quite a bit with the way he's opening up his mouth lately.
WOMAN #3: I was going to vote for Carter, yes, but I changed my mind. I'm going to vote for Ford.
MAN #3: As an independent I try to vote for the best man for the job. Ford is the best man for the job.
WOMAN #4: I've been a Democrat all my life, but this time I'm going to change.
"Man on Street - Democrats," President Ford Committee, 1976
Maker: Bailey/Deardourff
Original air date: 10/10/76Video courtesy of the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Library.
From Museum of the Moving Image, The Living Room Candidate: Presidential Campaign Commercials 1952-2012.
www.livingroomcandidate.org/commercials/1976/man-on-street-democrats (accessed October 2, 2023).
On August 9, 1974, after a Senate investigation revealed his direct involvement in the cover-up of the Watergate break-in, Richard Nixon became the first president in American history to resign from office. Nixon was succeeded by Gerald Ford, who had been appointed vice president after a bribery scandal forced Spiro Agnew's resignation in October 1973. These scandals and the televised Watergate hearings, which resulted in the conviction and imprisonment of 25 Nixon administration officials, shattered the public's trust in the government. In a 1974 poll, 43 percent of respondents said that they had "hardly any" faith in the executive branch. As a result, the 1976 election was dominated by issues of integrity and character. Hoping to put the Watergate affair to rest, President Ford unconditionally pardoned Nixon in September 1974, but the move hurt Ford's political standing. Ford won the Republican nomination only after fighting off a strong challenge from Ronald Reagan.
The Democrats nominated Georgia Governor Jimmy Carter, a former naval officer and peanut farmer. Carter, who promised, "I will never tell a lie to the American people," ran a brilliant campaign as an outsider, offering a fresh change from Washington politics as usual.
Walter Mondale for vice president
"Leadership for a Change"
Jimmy Carter was campaigning to become the first president from the Deep South since 1849. His ads, created by Atlanta advertising executive Gerald Rafshoon, skillfully made use of his heritage. They portrayed him as honest, hardworking, untainted by Washington politics, and almost mythically connected to America's agricultural past--a non-lawyer who knew the value of manual labor. His campaign is best summarized by the five-minute
Yet establishing a farming background was not enough to qualify a candidate for the presidency. As the campaign progressed, Carter was made to look more and more presidential. Having emphasized his southern roots in his early ads, Carter appeared in a series of spots, produced late in the campaign, in a formal indoor setting wearing a suit and tie.
Robert Dole for vice president
"He's Making Us Proud Again"
As a candidate, President Ford was in the unenviable position of being the incumbent at a time when Americans had lost their faith in the presidency. Not surprisingly, Ford's ads pictured him as a different kind of leader from Richard Nixon. They consistently portrayed him as a regular guy and a nonimperial president. Spots filmed inside the White House showed him dressed casually, with an open collar and no tie. They also claimed that Ford was responsible for turning the country around and leading it out of the Watergate nightmare.
With the Vietnam war over, inflation beginning to ease, and the country in its bicentennial year, the Ford campaign produced a series of ads showing a montage of happy Americans accompanied by an upbeat song featuring the lyrics, "I'm feeling good about America, I'm feeling good about me."
Largely because of his pardon of Nixon, Ford found himself trailing in the polls through much of the campaign. As a result, the Republicans ran ads that capitalized on voters' doubts about the relatively unknown Jimmy Carter. In one series of man-in-the-street ads filmed in Atlanta, the Georgia voters who were presumably most familiar with Carter criticized his record as governor. Carter would use the same technique during his 1980 campaign against former California Governor Ronald Reagan.


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Where Can Kids Meet Santa Claus in Sedalia?
Around this time of year, every kid wants their own chance to have a moment with Santa. Whether it's to see if his belly really is like jelly, to ask for that Red Ryder BB Gun, or... maybe just to try to explain some things - every kid wants that chance. Well, Santa is certainly making the rounds here in the Sedalia area! Here are a few chances that you, your kids, and even your pets have to meet the Claus family.
- Santa Claus is coming to The Pet Shop at 210 West Main Street on Saturday, Dec. 8 from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Come get your pets pictures taken professionally for Christmas by TG Photography. There is a $3 setting fee that includes one 4X6 picture, and donations are welcome.
- Santa Claus will visit Green Ridge on Saturday, Dec. 8. He'll be at the Community Building in Green Ridge from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. He'll arrive at 1:00 p.m., riding on a fire truck. This is sponsored by the Green Ridge Chamber of Commerce, and refreshments will be served.
- Santa and Mrs Claus will be paying a visit to Third National Bank. They'll be at the main facility located at 301 West Broadway on Friday, Dec. 14 from 3:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. Parents are welcome to bring a camera and take photos.
- Santa will be at Valerie Bloess's State Farm Office at 2611 S Limit, Sedalia, Mo., on Saturday, Dec. 15, 2012 from 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.
So get your kids out there and let them do the explaining for once.
From the Nice List,


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1. TWEEN at Octagon Gallery
Work by Aaron Orsini, Adam Farcus, Adam Grossi, Alberto Aguilar, Alicja Zelazko, Angeline Evans, Arielle Bielak, Adam Trowbridge, Ben Russell, Big Bad Ron, Brandon Alvendia, Brian Wadford, Burak Birinci, Chris Hammes, E. Aaron Ross, Eric Fleischauer, Emily Keuhn, Hooliganship, Isak Berbic, Jake Myers, Jerimiah Chiu, Jesse Avina, Jon Satrom, Kevin Jennings, Kevin Robinson, Kirsten Leenaars, Kyle Fletcher, Laura Boban, Lara Stall, Mark Sansone, Michelle Harris, Michael Radziewicz, Miguel Cortez, PaperRad, Philip Parcellano, Philip von Zweck, Rob Ray, Silas Reeves, Steven Pate, Tim Pigot, Tom Burtonwood, Theo Darst and more.
Octagon Gallery is located at 1318 N Milwaukee Ave, #300. Reception Saturday, 7-10pm.
2. A Rod Stewart Little Richard Prince Charles Manson Family at LVL3
Work by Carson Fisk-Vittori, Derek Frech, Justin Kemp, Joe Lacina, Joshua Pavlacky and Daniel Wallace
LVL3 is located at 1452 N Milwaukee Ave, 3. Reception Saturday, 6-10pm.
3. IF OUR WORLD PROTECTS at Monument 2
Work by Lenox-Lenox.
Monument 2 is located at 2007 N Point St. Reception Saturday, 7-10pm.
4. Registry & Milking at Threewalls
Work by Betsy Odom and Montgomery Perry Smith, respectively.
Threewalls is located at 119 N. Peoria St., #2C. Reception Friday, 6-9pm.
5. Marshland & 21st. C. Slideshows at Catherine Edelman Gallery
Work by Fred Stonehouse and Tim Tate, respectively.
Catherine Edelman Gallery is located at 300 W. Superior St. Reception Friday, 5-7pm.
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This 3.5 mile run was to celebrate Toni's (Running, Loving, Living) Birthday and 1st Blogiversary. I needed to catch up on my Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on the DVR (who else has been watching??? Season finale next week!), so I hopped on the treadmill:
Today I'm going to do another virtual race, this time for Team Gab!


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Dir: Soi Cheang. Hong Kong China. 2012. 85mins
A slickly shot action-thriller that could benefit from the popularity of recent car chase films such as Drive and the Fast & Furious series, Motorway (Che sau) is a smart bit of full-throttle entertainment that could find an eager audience with a love of all things action and automotive.
Motorway is more about the fast cars, screeching tyres and throbbing engines…and there are plenty of loving shots of them to keep action-loving petrol-heads happy.
The film bears all the hallmarks of its producer Johnnie To – smooth kinetic action scenes; understated heroes and villains and stylish directorial moments – and while the story is pretty straightforward and predictable Motorway (not the most inspired of titles) delivers plenty of tyre-screeching moments and moves with plenty of high-octane energy.
Unlike Drive and Fast & Furious, this film eschews celebrating the criminal fraternity and sticks on the side of law-and-order as it follows the pairing of cops Lo Fung (veteran actor Anthony Wong), who is soon set to retire, and eager rookie Chan Cheung (a nicely determined Shawn Yue), who are part of Hong Kong police's 'Invisible Squad', a unit that use fast cars (Audis in this case) to chase speedsters.
As is usually the case in such films, Lo Fung is counting the days till he retires, but he past comes back to haunt him when legendary getaway driver Jiang Xin (Guo Xiaodong) arrives back in Hong Kong. He arranges to get himself caught in a speed-trap so he can set in motion a plan to spring his old partner-in-crime Huang Zhong (Li Haitao) from jail.
Super-confident Cheung chases their getaway car, but is humiliated when Xin leads him into a tight alley and a turn so tight no driver should be able to get round it. Xin manages this incredible feat, which strikes a chord with Fung who recalls he came up against the same drivers many years before.
The third act – the film is based pretty much the old three-act structure – sees the Motorway switch into full-on action mode as the police intensity to catch the bad-guys is racked up (Zhong happily kills any police in his way). They are planning a jewellery heist, which nicely sets up the film for – in a novel twist – the main car chase to take part in a packed underground car park (which offers Cheung the chance to prove he has mastered the super-tight-turn trick that Xin uses as part of his escape plans) before heading out onto a blessedly empty motorway.
In many ways the film is more similar to Walter Hill's 1978 classic Driver, though Soi Cheang's direction, while slick, lacks a colour palette or vivid shooting style to set it alongside that film, or even recent retro-style hit Drive, directed by Nicolas Winding Refn. But the cop pairing of Anthony Wong and Shawn Yue works rather well.
The women characters are rather limited at best, with only Barbie Hsu making an impact as a pool-playing surgeon who is disdainful of Cheung's driving skills, but in the end Motorway is more about the fast cars, screeching tyres and throbbing engines…and there are plenty of loving shots of them to keep action-loving petrol-heads happy.
Production companies: Media Asia Films, Sil-Metropole Organization, Milkyway Image
International sales: Media Asia Distribution, www.mediaasia.com
Producer: Johnnie To
Executive producers: John Chong, Song Dai
Co-producers: Shirley Lau, Lorraine Ho, Ren Yue, Lam Ping-kwan. Screenplay: Joey O'Bryan, Szeto Kam Yuen, Francis Fung, based on the original story by O'Bryan
Cinematography: Fung Yuen Man, Tse Chung-to
Editors: David Richardson, Allen Leung
Production designer: Simon So
Music: Xavier Jamaux, Alex Gopher
Main cast: Shawn Yue, Anthony Wong, Guo Xiaodong, Barbie Hsu, Li Haitao, Lam Ka-tung, Michelle Ye, Josie Ho


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Edward Jenner
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- National Center for Biotechnology Information - Smallpox
- History Learning Site - Biography of Edward Jenner
- Frontiers - Edward Jenner and the small pox vaccine
- The Jenner Institute - About Edward Jenner
- Historic UK - Biography of Edward Jenner
- Science Museum - Biography of Edward Jenner
- Gresham College - The life and legacy of Dr Edward Jenner FRS, pioneer of vaccination
- Born:
- May 17, 1749 England
- Died:
- January 26, 1823 (aged 73) England
- Subjects Of Study:
- active immunization smallpox
Edward Jenner, (born May 17, 1749, Berkeley, Gloucestershire, England—died January 26, 1823, Berkeley), English surgeon and discoverer of a vaccine for smallpox.
Jenner was born at a time when the patterns of British medical practice and education were undergoing gradual change. Slowly the division between the Oxford- or Cambridge-trained physicians and the apothecaries or surgeons—who were much less educated and who acquired their medical knowledge through apprenticeship rather than through academic work—was becoming less sharp, and hospital work was becoming much more important.
Jenner was a country youth, the son of a clergyman. Because Edward was only five when his father died, he was brought up by an older brother, who was also a clergyman. Edward acquired a love of nature that remained with him all his life. He attended grammar school and at the age of 13 was apprenticed to a nearby surgeon. In the following eight years Jenner acquired a sound knowledge of medical and surgical practice. On completing his apprenticeship at the age of 21, he went to London and became the house pupil of John Hunter, who was on the staff of St. George's Hospital and was one of the most prominent surgeons in London. Even more important, however, he was an anatomist, biologist, and experimentalist of the first rank; not only did he collect biological specimens, but he also concerned himself with problems of physiology and function.
The firm friendship that grew between the two men lasted until Hunter's death in 1793. From no one else could Jenner have received the stimuli that so confirmed his natural bent—a catholic interest in biological phenomena, disciplined powers of observation, sharpening of critical faculties, and a reliance on experimental investigation. From Hunter, Jenner received the characteristic advice, "Why think [i.e., speculate]—why not try the experiment?"
In addition to his training and experience in biology, Jenner made progress in clinical surgery. After studying in London from 1770 to 1773, he returned to country practice in Berkeley and enjoyed substantial success. He was capable, skillful, and popular. In addition to practicing medicine, he joined two medical groups for the promotion of medical knowledge and wrote occasional medical papers. He played the violin in a musical club, wrote light verse, and, as a naturalist, made many observations, particularly on the nesting habits of the cuckoo and on bird migration. He also collected specimens for Hunter; many of Hunter's letters to Jenner have been preserved, but Jenner's letters to Hunter have unfortunately been lost. After one disappointment in love in 1778, Jenner married in 1788.
Smallpox was widespread in the 18th century, and occasional outbreaks of special intensity resulted in a very high death rate. The disease, a leading cause of death at the time, respected no social class, and disfigurement was not uncommon in patients who recovered. The only means of combating smallpox was a primitive form of vaccination called variolation—intentionally infecting a healthy person with the "matter" taken from a patient sick with a mild attack of the disease. The practice, which originated in China and India, was based on two distinct concepts: first, that one attack of smallpox effectively protected against any subsequent attack and, second, that a person deliberately infected with a mild case of the disease would safely acquire such protection. It was, in present-day terminology, an "elective" infection—i.e., one given to a person in good health. Unfortunately, the transmitted disease did not always remain mild, and mortality sometimes occurred. Furthermore, the inoculated person could disseminate the disease to others and thus act as a focus of infection.
Jenner had been impressed by the fact that a person who had suffered an attack of cowpox—a relatively harmless disease that could be contracted from cattle—could not take the smallpox—i.e., could not become infected whether by accidental or intentional exposure to smallpox. Pondering this phenomenon, Jenner concluded that cowpox not only protected against smallpox but could be transmitted from one person to another as a deliberate mechanism of protection.
The story of the great breakthrough is well known. In May 1796 Jenner found a young dairymaid, Sarah Nelmes, who had fresh cowpox lesions on her hand. On May 14, using matter from Sarah's lesions, he inoculated an eight-year-old boy, James Phipps, who had never had smallpox. Phipps became slightly ill over the course of the next 9 days but was well on the 10th. On July 1 Jenner inoculated the boy again, this time with smallpox matter. No disease developed; protection was complete. In 1798 Jenner, having added further cases, published privately a slender book entitled An Inquiry into the Causes and Effects of the Variolae Vaccinae.
The reaction to the publication was not immediately favourable. Jenner went to London seeking volunteers for vaccination but, in a stay of three months, was not successful. In London vaccination became popularized through the activities of others, particularly the surgeon Henry Cline, to whom Jenner had given some of the inoculant, and the doctors George Pearson and William Woodville. Difficulties arose, some of them quite unpleasant; Pearson tried to take credit away from Jenner, and Woodville, a physician in a smallpox hospital, contaminated the cowpox matter with smallpox virus. Vaccination rapidly proved its value, however, and Jenner became intensely active promoting it. The procedure spread rapidly to America and the rest of Europe and soon was carried around the world.
Complications were many. Vaccination seemed simple, but the vast number of persons who practiced it did not necessarily follow the procedure that Jenner had recommended, and deliberate or unconscious innovations often impaired the effectiveness. Pure cowpox vaccine was not always easy to obtain, nor was it easy to preserve or transmit. Furthermore, the biological factors that produce immunity were not yet understood; much information had to be gathered and a great many mistakes made before a fully effective procedure could be developed, even on an empirical basis.
Despite errors and occasional chicanery, the death rate from smallpox plunged. Jenner received worldwide recognition and many honours, but he made no attempt to enrich himself through his discovery and actually devoted so much time to the cause of vaccination that his private practice and personal affairs suffered severely. Parliament voted him a sum of £10,000 in 1802 and a further sum of £20,000 in 1806. Jenner not only received honours but also aroused opposition and found himself subjected to attacks and calumnies, despite which he continued his activities on behalf of vaccination. His wife, ill with tuberculosis, died in 1815, and Jenner retired from public life.


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just to have an idea of what was done http://www.handhelds.org/
just to have an idea of what was done http://www.handhelds.org//kernel-discuss/attachment.html
== 11-2005 ==
== 11-2005 ==
Latest revision as of 01:19, 23 April 2020
daily updated
user land progress
- @16-02-2009, the stage3 armv4l has been started
- @18-02-2009, ready to boot a minimal stage1 with init=/bin/bash root=/dev/hda3
- @22-02-2009, stage3 has been finished, tested, well running and able to compile
- @23-02-2009, stage3 is OK, stage4 has been started wirh xorg-x11 in mind (QT embedded is under studying)
- @02-03-2009, stage4 has branched into microwindows stuff, nanoX has been compiled, tested, well running
- @03-03-2009, wonder about an other branch to "QT-extended" ...
- @04-03-2009, echo "2.6-hh is dead, If you are scared of building things, then this isn't the project for you" > /etc/motd
- @05-03-2009, stage4 has also branced into xorg-base/xserver stuff, long emerge time
- @08-03-2009, stage4 has completed the kdrive-xorg stuff, nedit and e17 are emerging
kernel last report
- @ 03-2009, 2.6.29.colie
** lcd: working ** backlight : NOT working ** touchscreen : NOT working ** buttons: NOT working ** battery: NOT working (new battery device interface) ** sound: NOT working ** usb: NOT working ** RTC: working ** compactflash: not working ** pcmcia: sleeve 1xpcmcia is working with pATA-pcmcia-16bit/5V
- @ 03-2009, 2.6.19-hh4 && 2.6.19.my
** lcd: working ** backlight : working ** touchscreen : working, but it seems there is no handler ** buttons: working ** battery: NOT working (new battery device interface) ** sound: NOT working ** usb: NOT working ** RTC: working ** compactflash: not working ** pcmcia: sleeve 1xpcmcia is working with pATA-pcmcia-16bit/5V, sleeve 2xpcmcia NOT working
old info at http://www.handhelds.org/moin/moin.cgi/KernelStatus
kernel proof
@ 05-03-2009
2.6.19.my has been derived from 2.6.19.hh4
2.6.19.my is used as my current working branch
- working one
2.6.19: it has a bit of issues with the touch screen, it doesn't work at all with the sleeve dual pcmcia, it works with sleeve single pcmcia ... it is configured to have rootfs on pcmcia pATA disk
- experimental proof
Media:kernel-ipaq-3600-proof.gz|kernel-ipaq-3600-proof.gz - Please upload the file when linking to it.
Atmel Micro ASIC iPAQ-h3600 Support
-> iPAQ h3100/h3600/h3700 Support
[*] CPU SA1100 | |_[*] Atmel Micro ASIC | |_ backlight |_ touchscreen |_ .. [*] Atmel Micro ASIC | |_ backlight -> ??? h3600.c ??? |_ touchscreen -> micro_ts + devts (touchscreen export to the user space) |_ ..
back light
how to switch it on/off ? using the sysfs class
touch screen
used: micro_ts + devts kernel module
mmm devts seems to produce too much noise, nano-X doesn't appreciate it
SA1100_BITSY seems to be missing: dunno why (why hasn't been removed from the tree ?), where is the missing stuff ... dunno at all, i will remove it
config TOUCHSCREEN_BITSY 33 tristate "Compaq iPAQ H3600 (Bitsy) touchscreen" 34 depends on SA1100_BITSY 35 select SERIO 36 help 37 Say Y here if you have the h3600 (Bitsy) touchscreen. 38 39 If unsure, say N. 40 41 To compile this driver as a module, choose M here: the 42 module will be called h3600_ts_input.
an other branch
good news issued
Current status: * booting works * PCMCIA mostly works (tested with CF and 1xPCMCIA sleeves, don't have 2xPCMCIA) It Oopses on suspend (probably patch from Thomas Kunze posted at linux-arm should help, but didn't check) * Serial console works * Framebuffer works * USB gadget (UDC) - mostly worked last time I tried, using hackish driver by Nick Bane. I cleaned it up a bit, but it's still a mess, and probably should be rewritten from scratch. * Flash works (R/W tested with sa11xx_flash, R/O with physmap) * Buttons/Touchscreen works (with both patching mainline driver and using forward-ported MFD-drivers by Gremlin) * IRDA - code exists, but not tested * Battery - level-reading driver by Gremlin kinda works, but values are strange. Charging works without any drivers. * Backlight - seems to work with driver by Gremlin * Sound - driver exists in mainline kernel, but it's broken, as it depends on L3 code from 2.4 kernel. It appears that in hh.org 2.6.21 kernel this code exists, but I didn't try to check if it can be used. In fact I even didn't check if this driver works in 2.6.21-hh (but something tells me that it doesn't).
bad news
* Suspend - kinda works. You need to enable gpio-buttons (without this driver h3600 won't wake), and disable (or fix) PCMCIA (because it Oopses). Also, forward ported drivers from Gremlin probably won't work with suspend, because currently all MFD subdrivers are parented to NULL (I've done this to make driver compile, but obviously it's wrong). And even more bad news - if you have Windows in your ROM, you'll get reset instead of wake. It's compaq bootldr bug - by design it tries to detect what to wake - Linux or Windows, and detection algorithm is very poor (checking for some zeroed bytes in some memory area). Linux since somewhere around 2.6.27 changed booting memory initialization, so detection doesn't work right anymore.
5-3-2009: this branch is under deep evaluation
• just to have an idea of what was done http://www.handhelds.org/hypermil/kernel-discuss/attachment.html
• a website with advanced references and tips on the overall issue https://www.mspy.com
new MACHINE_START definition for ipaq h3600 From: Alessandro GARDICH <gremlin_at_gremlin.it> Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 21:11:35 +0100 Nothing change, just to follow the new way for the definition. * text/x-patch attachment: handhelds-sa-26.patch
ipaq h3600 - patch for new egpio functions From: Alessandro GARDICH <gremlin_at_gremlin.it> Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 18:30:22 +0100 Nothing change, just to follow the new way *_egpio function. Remain out only micro that have to be full rewriten and uda1341 OSS driver, alsa one should work.
From: Alessandro GARDICH <gremlin_at_gremlin.it> Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2006 18:23:16 +0100 Hi to all, another patch for iPAQ h3600 epiphany patch : * arch/arm/common/ipaq/micro.c : - estetic code clean-up - support for keys device - backlight device definition - backlight are now restored after framebuffer blank/resume * arch/arm/common/ipaq/micro_key.c : - support for keys (5 application keys and 4 directions pad) * arch/arm/common/pxa_keys.c : - moved from arch/arm/mach-pxa/pxa_keys.c - small changes to be used also for h3600 device * arch/arm/mach-sa1100/h3600.c - add support for power and action keys - backlight device definition moved in micro.c * include/asm-arm/arch-pxa/pxa_keys.h - to not break existing pxa code it only include hardware/pxa_keys.h * include/asm-arm/arch-sa1100/h3600_gpio.h - add definition for GPIO number (not bit) for action button * include/asm-arm/arch-sa1100/h3600.h - add definition for GPIO number (not bit) for power button * include/asm-arm/arch-sa1100/irqs.h - macro to get IRQ for a giver GPIO * include/asm-arm/hardware/pxa_keys.h - moved from include/asm-arm/arch-pxa/pxa_keys.h There are still some issues with micro* modules after sustend/resume and when unloading. This is really the epyphany patch, the end of xmas vacation. From monday work and pool start again and so spare time will be just few hours for day. :) But i'll continue ... I'm also looking on ebay if I can find a cheap h37xx and h38xx to take care of such iPAQs also.
Re: [PATCH] RTC classdev: Add sysfs support for wakeup alarm (r/w) From: David Brownell <david-b_at_pacbell.net> Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 16:59:11 -0800 On Monday 18 December 2006 4:54 pm, David Brownell wrote: > > http://handhelds.org/cgi-bin/cvsweb.cgi/linux/kernel26/drivers/rtc/rtc-sa1100.c.diff?r1=1.5&r2=1.6&f=h > > That patch you applied looks right to me -- why don't you forward it > to Alessandro as a bugfix for 2.6.20-rc2, and save me the effort? Actually, correction: it'd be correct if you ripped out the buggy calls to manage the irq wake mechanism. A later message will show how those need to work. (The IRQ framework will give one helpful hint when it warns about mismatched enable/disable calls ...) - Dave
iPAQ h3600 - patch for 2.6.19 From: Alessandro GARDICH <gremlin_at_gremlin.it> Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 18:07:13 +0100 Hi all With this patch also h3600 will compile and run kernel 2.6.19 - irq calling loose registers parameter - platform device/driver in h3600_lcd - minor cleanup see u soon
Re: Funky breakage with w100fb imageblit patch * This message: [ Message body ] [ Respond ] [ More options ] * Related messages: [ Next message ] [ Previous message ] [ In reply to ] [ Next in thread ] From: Manuel Teira <manuel.teira_at_telefonica.net> Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:54:32 +0100 A fast note about performance: It seems that the performance problem is not the imageon itself. After one of my tests, I found in my dmesg lines like: <4>Alignment trap: font (1269) PC=0x4002f9f4 Instr=0xe592c000 Address=0x00012726 FSR 0x013 The problem is the font itself: as any character is 14 bytes (for the 7x14 font) not all the char pointers fall in a word boundary and so, we're forcing the cpu to correct the missalignment. I have a little libw100 test program, to fill the screen with a given text. This is what I got when I use a nonaligned char, like "1": root_at_c7x0:/media/card/libw100/bin$ ./font 0 1 "1" Written 3094 characters in 19 seconds. Rate: 162.422116 cps And using an aligned one, like "2": root_at_c7x0:/media/card/libw100/bin$ ./font 0 1 "2" Written 3094 characters in 0 seconds. Rate: 16563.169165 cps This is like the performance I got using the 8x16 font, so, the problem seems to be the misalignment of the font, and not the imageon itself. Regards. El dom, 10-12-2006 a las 19:33 +0100, Manuel Teira escribió: > El dom, 10-12-2006 a las 19:29 +0200, Paul Sokolovsky escribió: > > Hello Manuel, > > > > Sunday, December 10, 2006, 11:26:45 AM, you wrote: > > > > > Hello. > > > > > After a fast review of the code, I think that the problem could be > > > caused by an error in the w100_hostdata function, while calculating the > > > amount of data entries needed to feed the data to the card. At the > > > beginning of that function, the line: > > > > > u32 left = width * height * depth / 32; > > > > > is just giving 0 entries for one of your 4x6 characters, neither for non > > > 8 bit multiples. This can likely be the cause of the hangs. > > > > > Please, could you try changing that line with: > > > > > u32 left = width * height * depth / 32 + (((width * height * depth) % > > > 32) ? 1 : 0); > > > > Just in case, "(width * height * depth + 31) / 32" would be more > > canonical way to express that, no? ;-) > > Yes. Better and more compact. ;-) > > > > > > and try without applying your patch for checking the dimensions of the > > > image? > > > > Ok, I tried. It draws characters now, but in rather distorted form, > > mostly. It appears that either some special alignment of bitmaps is > > required (unlikely, as some substrings of different lengths are > > rendered properly), or there's some internal counter misinitialized, > > which causes slant and corruption. I made an fb shot: > > http://handhelds.org/~pfalcon/w100fb-7x14fon-corrupt.png > > > > Thanks for the screenshot. I think that the problem is related with how > data is packed into the font bitmaps. The former calculation is > supposing that the data is packed, and a font scanline is using just the > bits it needs. So, for example, for a 4x6 character, the function is > thinking that any scanline is only 4 bits, but perhaps it's padded to > expand to a byte boundary. Anyway, the screenshot is really funny, > because it seems that, as you say, always a set of adjacent chars (and > not always the same length) are drawn correctly. > > I've just made some test with that same 7x14 font and I managed it to > render correctly. I've just changed the patch to always assume that the > data scanlines are aligned to byte boundaries. I've also made the > counterpart changes in libw100 and made some tests. It seems to draw > correctly, but perfomance is worse than for a 8x16 font. > > I'm attaching a new w100-extaccel.patch with the changes. > > Regards.
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Tambourine Dance (Sound Innovations Soloist, Bb Trumpet)
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