this is what i'm working on today i borrowed these from my dad because of course he's just got spares lying around for some reason he has everything every part ever known to man he has it so uh one of my mine broke the wires not on this one it's on the other side i'll go show it to you there they actually corroded and broke off from inside the light so i can't repair it and i can't go on my trip tomorrow with a burnt out marker light it's this one here these are cheap anyways i wouldn't recommend you buying these because uh they're rusting out they're not very bright i'm not very happy with them i bought them because it had the visor and the clear lens but wasn't worth it i've ordered new ones that don't have the lenses but they are clear lenses to match the rest of my lights but uh it's here so right in here there's this black wire here i corroded off from inside the light there and there's no way to fix that the light's finished so my dad offered to let me use his extra ones because like i said he's just got extra ones for some reason and i ordered my new one so when the new ones come in i'll replace them again so they match the rest of my lights but at least for for now i'll be legal to uh head out on my trip tomorrow have i told you where we're going yet it's another special trip it's not like a texas or new york special but it is out of our regular area of operations again going on a little bit of a longer one again i'm excited to an end tomorrow because it's uh it's gonna be fun but i gotta make sure all my lights work first it's really easy to change these things out this is a three bolt mount a lot of them just have the two bolts undo the bolts cut the wires pull it off throw the new one on there connect the wires there's the bolt okay so the bolts on these ones are uh nine sixteenths but the new lights for some reason use five eighths that's what this is uh this tool my tools are getting old already these are my new tools ah i'll get out of there stuck in there shoot it'll happen to you you get the uh the bolt stuck right in there i'm trying to about that's great i used to get hmm how about this huh oh come on what in a hunt damned in there real good what in the world i'm kind of frustrated i win i hate that i get stuck in there all right okay oh i'm joking aside we have one more bolt here yeah so for the center bolt i use a good old pair of pliers here see you got those two bolts out it's that center one now i have to get undone the other one on the other side is a little sticky let's see how this one would be oh yeah yeah it's sticky that does not want to come off great i see why that happened there's a little rubber plug that plugs up where the wires go into into the light to make sure moisture doesn't get in there that plug had fallen out so water had been spraying up in there that's why it corroded fantastic this we know the cause of the problem i didn't like these lights anyway i was just waiting for an excuse to replace them and that excuse finally presented itself and now i just realized something as soon as i got this light off of here i realized that the wire wasn't actually broken off inside the light it was broken off inside of this steel tube which i could remove i didn't know i could remove that i removed it and the wires were sticking out so i'm just attaching a little extension onto it right now i'm shove it through here connect it onto this old black wire here and this light should be good to go again i didn't actually need to use dad's light so i should have started with this light because this light was the one that was broken but since i did that one already now i'm going to have to take dad's light off of that side clean it up and put my old light back on these lights are fine and i can see if i can cancel my my new lights that are supposed to be here today i think or tomorrow it's probably too late to cancel them so if if it's too late to cancel them next time i'm home i'll replace them with new ones then anyways just set because these are getting old and you know i'm starting to rust out on me and stuff so i don't want to use dad's brand new extra ones if i don't have to because uh i don't want to get them all dirty and rusty and stuff for him and those are his extras so i'm gonna see if i can get this one working if i can get this one working i should have started with this one i should have started with this one but i didn't why oh because i'm josh i do everything backwards yes and then i have to redo everything everything again everything everything again again exactly you see even my sentences i have to do them again because i do them backwards moment of truth did i fix it or did i not we will touch these two wires together and touch them together good so i didn't need new lights i'm happy that i fixed it i'm kind of like excited yay i fixed it i didn't think it could be fixed and i figured it out and i fixed it but i'm also kind of sad that i already installed this one one when i didn't have to the uh this one was working just fine oh well gave me something to do right except the problem is i already had a whole bunch of stuff to do whole bunch of stuff wasted my time on this this is great that's very fancy very fancy you see yourself in there yeah you yeah you want to hold it okay we'll try this again okay there you go there you go see now you got to talk to it oh oh the people are calling yeah be careful with them they're nice people who's are nice people in there see can you hold it hold it oh here like that and you talk like that he says that's a slow process it's pizza night at mom and dad's like it's almost too little that's pizza no pizza's in the oven this is the salad there's a light on this thing there's got to be a light light ah ah there you are why don't you like there's dad i don't know because i just feel like it's nice hello hello again pizza night pizza night spent enough money on your truck down and you get pizza oh yeah i work on the truck i got everything done i wanted to do it that's a little bit more oh yeah so i think i ruined my pizza oh you have fun first time in the cart in the big boy's seat he doesn't get out much what do you think you like it having fun that's mine for the truck how come mine is fuller than the house stuff because we don't need a ton of stuff at home i'm just stocking up on some extras and some fresh stuff we have a lot of food at home do these carts come with toys built in that is awesome as long as you don't put it in your mouth it's awesome break a tooth on that we're in your section man we're in your section formula for you diapers too for me no that's for you that's for you i was just gonna say right there you want to hold my hand is that what you want you know i want your buttons well we had fun at home we always got to go back to work got old blue pulled outside got to pick up stuff in here so we can help that snow off of it while i'm at work may as well it's been a weird week 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Hi, my name is Kate. I'm a graduate student in the Librarian Information Science Program. I'm the undergrad and major in Aging Studies. I will be showing you how I got set up with free remote access to all the e-books and articles provided by a UCLA library using a proxy that's far in my mapbook. First, let's talk about why we need to use proxy from off-campus. When you're off-campus, websites do not necessarily know that you're a student. This means if you try to access an e-book or an article in a database or on a website, you might not be able to get the full text. You might get an error message or the website may even ask you to pay a fee. You don't have to pay for that fee. To see if you can get that book or article for free, you can set up your computer with VPN or proxy. This gives you a chance to type in your UCLA login ID and show the internet that you are a boom. Once you are set up, you have access to millions of resources licensed by UCLA library. This includes e-books, articles, videos, music, or source of things. I chose proxy because I prefer logging in through a web browser without having to download any software on my computer. Here's how I did it. First, I went to the library website at library.ucla.edu. Then, I clicked on connect from off-campus. From there, I chose proxy. I used a Macbook, so I chose Safari for Macintosh. After that, I felt these directions to get set up. Let's walk through it together. Thus, through everything UCLA library has to offer, visit library.ucla.edu and click on connect from off-campus.


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But oh, the poet's love can boast a brighter sphere, its native homes above, though woman keeps it here. Then drink to her, who long hath waked the poet's sigh, the girl who gave to song what gold could never buy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Drink to her by Sir Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Miriam Esther Goldman. Drink to her, who long hath waked the poet's sigh, the girl who gave to song what gold could never buy. Oh, woman's heart was made for minstrel hands alone, by other fingers played it yields not half the tone. Then hears to her, who long hath waked the poet's sigh, the girl who gave to song what gold could never buy. At beauty's door of glass, when wealth and wit once stood, they asked her which might pass, she answered he who could, with gold and key well thought to pass, but would not do, while wit a diamond brought, which cut his bright way through. 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That's a downdraft inside the markets folks of 6 tenths of 1% inside the Nasdaq, 6 tenths of 1% inside the S&P, and 7 tenths of 1% inside the Dow. Gold contract down $12.60 straightened at 1980 an ounce. We had silvered out $0.45, $23.17 an ounce, light sweet crude up $0.95, $73.86 a barrel, notes and bonds. A 10-year note, down 10 ticks, trading $1.1309 to $30 a down 18 at $126.12 and $1.00, $1.00 on the move, big time, up $408, $103, $8.96, the euro is at $107, the end is at $139, the British pound is at $123 to $1.00 at U.S. dollar. We get open and take a look at the spy out here, the volume is not that heavy, $77 million. That being said, my take is we're going to get down to the bottom of this, but $77 million is not a big deal, these lows have $80 million and $94 million, so $94 million is going to be the benchmark when we get down to the Sephora 3 and the X100. We take a look at the 3Qs, 3Qs out here, you got an expansion of volume there, that's $56 million, yesterday we did $48 million, but that being said, you're going against $47 million. The Qs, they're fading, they're fading, that's the bottom line. It's going to be interesting here to see what does happen with NVIDIA. Looking at NVIDIA, NVIDIA looks to me like I got an ABC up, so this is going to get really intriguing to find out where they're going to go with this thing. They're going to be coming out with numbers any second, and they're going to be looking, NVIDIA is going to be looking for, let's see, they're going to be looking to do the top line at $6.5 billion, taking the bottom line, $0.91, and we go back to the dollar. The dollar folks is laying on this market in a monster way, there's no doubt about it. That's a big move in the dollar today. You get 395 ticks, thus far you're about halfway up to where the swing point is. Yeah, you're exactly, you're at the .618 actually. Have a great night folks, have a safe night, come back and visit Tommy tomorrow morning, kicks us off at 9 a.m., great show folks. Look at him folks.