Most of the processed food that we find on a supermarket shelf today contains some form of sugar. And sugar can have many different names. It can be called corn syrup, glucose, dextrose, brown rice syrup, or even evaporated cane juice. But these ingredients are all really just variations of sugar. Now, when our children consume large quantities of sugar on a regular basis, they have a higher risk of developing type 2 diabetes and they have a higher risk of becoming overweight or obese. And when our children are eating a lot of processed food, it's easy for them to take in too much sugar without really knowing it. Many scientists are starting to think that the large amount of sugar in the average American diet is actually one of the main reasons why we see so many people with obesity and diabetes. Small amounts of sugar are almost certainly not going to cause problems for a healthy child who's eating a balanced diet. But when our children consume too much processed food, then they end up eating too much sugar as well. Also, if our children are drinking sodas and other sugar-sweetened drinks on a regular basis, they're much more likely to be taking in too much sugar. Plain water is by far the best way to quench their thirst and to keep them hydrated. Sweetened drinks like sodas and energy drinks and even fruit juices are very high in sugar and because they're liquids, it's easy for our children to overdo it. The fact that fruit juice is on this list often surprises parents because many of us have grown up thinking that fruit juice is healthy and it can be in the right amounts. So a small glass of freshly squeezed orange juice can be a great source of vitamin C and fiber and a really nice way to start the day. But when our children are drinking juice at every meal or as a thirst quensher during the day, then the sugar really starts to add up. Another thing that surprises some people is the amount of sugar in a typical sports drink. We know that it's important for children to stay hydrated especially when they're active or when they're spending time in hot weather but for a healthy child, it's usually best to stick with plain water from a clean, reliable source. If we teach our children to see sweetened drinks as an occasional treat instead of as the norm, it can really help to keep their sugar intake in check.


Ant Helen, by T. S. Eliot, read for LibriVox.org. Ms. Helen Sligsby was my maiden aunt, and lived in a small house near a fashionable square, cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven and silence at her end of the street. The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet. He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before. The dogs were handsomely provided for, but shortly afterwards the parrot died too. The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece, and the footman sat upon the dining-table holding the second housemaid on his knees, who had always been so careful while her mistress lived. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis Drake. The Ballot Box by N. W. Beck. Read for LibriVox.org by Sherty Gull. Freedoms consecrated dower, casket of a priceless gem, noble heritage of power, thine imperial diadem, cornerstone on which was reared Liberty's triumphal dome, when her glorious form appeared amidst her own green mountain home, purchased by his noble blood as mortal veins ever run, by the toll of those who stood at the sides of Washington, by the hearts that met the foe on their native battle-plane, with the arm that dealt the blow never needs to strike again, with the craven that would dare march with polluted breath, scorned and cursed be his to share. The traitors' shame, the traitors' death. Let his faithless heart be torn from his requient bossam-riven, and upon the whirlwind born to the carrion be given. Guard it, freemen, guard it well, spotless as your maiden's fame.  Let your eagle's quenchless eye, fixed on airing, sleepless, bright, watch when danger hovers nigh, from his lofty mountain high, while the stripes and stars shall wave over this treasure, peer and free, the land of Palladium it shall save the home and shrine of liberty. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. For more information on a volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Broken Dreams by William Butler Yates Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Cooper Broken Dreams There is gray in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath when you are passing. But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing because it was your prayer, recovered him upon the bed of death. For your soul's sake, that all hearts ache have known and given to others all hearts ache, from meager girlhoods putting on burdensome beauty, for your soul's sake heaven has put away the stroke of her doom. So grate her portion in that peace you make by merely walking in a room. Your beauty can but leave among us vague memories, nothing but memories. A young man when the old men are done talking will say to an old man, tell me of that lady the poet's stubborn with his passion sang us when age might well have chilled his blood. Vague memories, nothing but memories. But in the grave all, all shall be renewed.  You are more beautiful than any one, and yet your body had a flaw, your small hands were not beautiful. And I am afraid that you will run and paddle to the rest in that mysterious, always brimming lake where those would have obeyed the holy law, paddle in our perfect. Leave unchanged the hands that I have kissed for old sake's sake, the last stroke of midnight dies, all day in the one chair, from dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged, and rambling talk with an image of air, vague memories, nothing but memories. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Miss Nancy Ellicott strode across the hills and broke them, rode across the hills and broke them, the barren New England hills, riding two hounds over the cow pasture. Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked and danced all the modern dances, and her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it, but they knew that it was modern. Upon the glazing shelves kept watch, Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith, the army of unalterable law. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis Drake. 10,000 saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they outdid the sparkling waves and glee. A poet could not but be gay in such a joking company. I gazed and gazed, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. I gazed and gazed, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft went on my couch I lie in vacant or impensive mood. They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude. And then my heart was pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Thank you. 10,000 saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The waves beside them danced, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft went on my couch, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The land's sharp features seemed to me the centuries' corpse outlent, its crypt the cloudy canopy, the wind its death lament. The ancient pulse of German birth was shrunken hard and dry, and every spirit upon earth seemed fervorless as I. At once a voice arose among the bleak twigs overhead in a full-hearted even song of joy limited. An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small, with blasts beruffled plume, had chosen thus to fling his soul upon the growing gloom. So little cause for towerlings of such ecstatic sound was written on terrestrial things afar or nigh around that I could think there trembled through his happy good-night air. Some blessed hope, whereof he knew, and I was unaware. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Will the quilt be ever made? See the stitches yawning wide? Can it be that Polly tried? Some were right and some were wrong, some too short, some too long, some too loose and some too tight, grimy smudges on the white, and a tiny spot of red where poor Polly's finger bled. Strange such pretty dainy blocks, bits of Polly's summer frocks, should have proved so hard to sew, and the cause of so much woe. One day it was very hot, and the thread got in a knot, drew the seam up in a heap, Polly calmly fell asleep. Then she had a lovely dream, straight and even was the seam, pure and spotless was the white. All the blocks were finished quite, each joined to another one. Lo behold the quilt was done, lined and quilted, and it seemed to cover Polly as she dreamed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. by Andrew Macbeth When awful darkness and silence rain over the great grumbulian plain through the long, long, wintry nights, when the angry breakers roar as they beat on the rocky shore, when storm clouds brood on the towering heights of the hills of the Chankley Boar, then through the vast and gloomy dark there moves what seems a fiery spark, a lonely spark with silvery rays piercing the cold black night, a meteor strange and bright hither and thither the vision strays, a single lurid light. Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps, and on its sparkles flashes and leaps, and ever as onward it gleaming goes a light on the bong tree stems it throws, and those who watch at that midnight hour from hall or terrace or lofty tower, cry as the wild light passes along, the dong, the dong, the wandering dong through the forest goes, the dong, the dong, the dong with a luminous nose. Long years ago the dong was happy and gay, till he fell in love with a jumbly girl who came to those shores one day, for the jumblies came in a sieve they did, landing at eve near the Xemery fid, where the oblong oysters grow, and the rocks are smooth and grey, and all the woods and the valleys rang with the chorus they daily and nightly sang, far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to sea in a sieve. Happily, happily passed those days, while the cheerful jumblies stayed, they danced in circlits all night long to the plaintiff pipe of the lively dong in moonlight shine or shade, for day and night he was always there by the side of the jumbly girl so fair, with her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair. Till the morning came of that hateful day, when the jumblies sailed in their sieve away, and the dong was left on the cruel shore, gazing, gazing forevermore, ever keeping his weary eyes on, that pea-green sail on the far horizon, singing the jumbly chorus still as he sat all day on the grassy hill, far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to sea in a sieve. But when the sun was low in the west, the dong arose and said, What little sense I once possessed has quite gone out of my head! And since that day he wanders still, by lake and forest, marsh and hill, singing, O somewhere in valley or plain, might I find my jumbly girl again, for ever I'll seek by lake and shore, till I find my jumbly girl once more. Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks, since then his jumbly girl he seeks, and because by night he could not see, he gathered the bark of the twangum tree on the flowery plain that grows, and he wove him a wondrous nose, a nose as strange as a nose could be, of vast proportions and painted red and tied with cords to the back of his head, in a hollow rounded space it ended, with a luminous lamp within suspended, all fenced about with a bandaged stout to prevent the wind from blowing it out, and with holes all round to send the light in gleaming rays on the dismal night. And now each night, and all night long, over those plains still roams the dong, and above the wail of the chimp and snipe, you may hear the squeak of his plaintiff pipe, while ever he seeks, he seeks in vain to meet with his jumbly girl again, lonely and wild, all night he goes, the dong with a luminous nose, and all who watch at the midnight hour from hall or terrace or lofty tower, cry as they trace the meteor bright, moving along through the dreary night.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. First Fig by Edna St. Menton-Mallet Read for LibriVox.org by David Starner on April 22, 2008. My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night. But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, it gives a lovely light. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. How the Cat Was Belled by Carolyn Wells Recorded for LibriVox.org by Carolyn Francis A fable, told by Law Fontaine two centuries or more ago, describes some rats who would a-ring a cat, their direst foe, who killed so many rats and caused the deepest woe, this cat-a-line of cats. The poor rats were at their wit's end their homes and families to defend, and as a last resort they took the case to court. It seems they called a caucus wise of rats of every age and size, and then their dean, with sapient mean, a very salon of a rat, said it was best to bell the cat. The quaint old tale goes on to tell how this plan would have worked quite well, but somehow flaws appeared because no one would hang the bell. Though there the ancient fable ends, later report the tale extends. No longer is the truth withheld, developments appear, and so you have it here, for the first time set down in rhyme just how that cat was belled. The council, as'd was getting late, was just about to separate when suddenly a rat arose who said he could a plan propose which would, he thought, succeed, and meet their urgent need. Now as this rat was very small and had no dignity at all, although his plan was well advised, we really need not be surprised, that all the rats of riper years expressed the gravest doubts and fears. Till suddenly he said, said he, If you will leave it all to me, I will avow three days from now that you shall all be free. The solemn council then adjourned, each rat to home and fireside turned, but each shook his wise head and to his neighbor said, It is a dangerous job in truth, though it seems not to head strong youth. Now young Sir Rat, we next behold, with manner brave and visage bold, go marching down to London-town, where wondrous things are sold. We see him stop at a large shop, and with a bland clerk's courteous aid, this was the purchase that he made. A bicycle, a finest make, with modern gear and patent brake, a thermometer, panamic tire, and spokes that look like silver wire, a lantern bright to shine at night, a namel finish, nickel plate, and all improvements up to date. Said slyly Sir Rat, it suits me well, especially that sweet-toned bell. The shades of night were falling fast when Sir Rat turned toward home at last. The neighbors watched him as he passed and said, What is that queer-shaped thing? Surely that can't be made to ring. Sir Rat went on, nor stayed to hear the jests they made, and just outside the old cat's gate he stopped and boldly braved his fate. For if that cat should smell a rat, how quickly he'd come out and catch him, and with what gusto he'd dispatch him. Sir Rat, against the picket fence, leaned the machine, then hurried hence, and hid himself with glee, and waited breathlessly to see what that cantankerous cat would say, when in the twilight dim he saw that brightly shining rim. Sir Rat, though hidden quite and safely out of sight, had scarcely time to wink his eye when Mr. Cat came sauntering by. Ha-ha, said he, what's this I see? A bicycle, and just my size. Well, this indeed is a surprise. I'll confiscate this treasure great. How quickly I'll fly o'er the ground when pursuing my hunting ground. He mounted it with eager haste. It suited well his sporting taste. He guided it at will, and used the break with skill. He grasped the handlebars, and then, you see, it was his custom when he did a thing to do it well. Of course he used the clear-toned bell. Victory now, the deed is done. No longer at the set of sun the rats fly shrieking to their nests, they saunter round with merry jests and narrow thought of fear. Knowing full well they'll hear the bell when Mr. Cat draws near. And young Sir Rat, who did the deed, whose cleverness relieved their need, his wondrous enterprise was lauded to the skies, and everywhere his name was hailed with shouts of fame. And difficulties, oft we see, modern improvements frequently will prove a happy remedy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In Praise of Solid People by C. S. Lewis as Clive Hamilton. Read for LibriVox.org by Jordan. Thank God that there are solid folk who water flowers and roll the lawn, and sit and sow and talk and smoke and snore all through the summer dawn, who pass untroubled nights and days, full-fed and sleepily content, rejoicing in each other's praise, respectable and innocent, who feel the things that all men feel and think in well-worn grooves of thought, whose honest spirits never reel before man's mystery overraud. Yet not unfaithful nor unkind, with workday virtues surely stayed, theirs is the sane and humble mind, and dull affections undismayed. O happy people, I have seen no verse yet written in your praise, and truth to tell the time has been, I would have scorned your easy ways. But now, through weariness and strife, I learn your worthiness indeed. The world is better for such life, as stout suburban people lead. Too often have I sat alone, when the wet night falls heavily, and fretting winds around me moan, and homeless longing vexes me, for law that I shall never know, and visions none can hope to see, till brooding works upon me so, a childish fear steals over me. I look around the empty room, the clock still ticking in its place, and all else silent as the tomb, till suddenly, I think, a face, grows from the darkness just beside, I turn, and lo, it fades away, and soon another phantom tide of shifting dreams begins to play. And dusky galleys pass me sail, full freighted on a fairy sea, I hear the silken merchant's hail across the ringing waves to me. Then suddenly, again the room, familiar books about me piled, and I alone, amid the gloom, by one more mocking dream beguiled. And still no nearer to the light, and still no further from myself, alone and lost in clinging night, the clock still ticking on the shelf. Then do I envy sullied folk, who sit of evenings by the fire, after their work and doze and smoke, and are not fretted by desire. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Mariposa by Edna St Vincent Malay. Read for LibriVox.org by Liz Fenstermaker. Butterflies are white and blue in this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knew will be ashes in that hour. Mark the transient butterfly, how he hangs upon the flower. Suffer me to take your hand. Suffer me to cherish you till the dawn is in the sky. Whether I be false or true, death comes in a day or two. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Mesopotamia by Rudyard Kipling. Read for LibriVox by Greg Bathon. They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, the eager and wholehearted whom we gave. But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung shall they come with years and honor to the grave. They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain, in sight of help, denied from day to day. But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain, are they too strong and wise to put away? Our dead shall not return to us while day and night divide, never, while the bars of sunset hold. But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died shall they thrust for high employment, as of old? Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour? When the storm is ended shall we find how softly, but how swiftly they have sidled back to power, by the favor and contrivance of their kind. Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends, even while they make a show of fear, do they call upon their debtors and take counsel with their friends to conform and re-establish each career? Their lives cannot repay us. Their death could not undo the shame that they have laid upon our race. But the slothfulness that wasted, and the arrogance that slew, shall we leave it unabated in its place? And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. While I tell thee, fluttering thing, that thou of love an emblem art. Yes, patient plume thy little wing, whilst I tie my thoughts to thee in part. When summer nights they'd use bestow, and summer suns enrich the day, thy notes the blossoms charm to blow, each hopes delighted at thy lay. So when in youth, the eyes dark glance, speaks pleasure from its circle-blight, the tones of love our joys enhance, and make superior each delight. And when bleak storms, resistless a rove, and every rural bliss destroy, naught comforts then the leafless grove, but thy soft notes its only joy. In so the words of love beguile, when pleasures a tree no longer bears, and a draw a soft, endearing smile amid the gloom of grief and tears. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens Among twenty snowy mountains, the only moving thing was the eye of the blackbird. I was of three minds, like a tree, in which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird, world in the autumn wind, it was a small part of the pantomime.  I do not know which to prefer, the beauty of inflections, or the beauty of innuendos, the blackbird whistling, or just after. Icicles filled the window with barbaric glass, the shadow of the blackbird, crossed it to infrow. The mood traced in the shadow, an indecipherable cause. O thin man of Hadam, why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird walks around the feet of the women about you? I know noble accents and lucid and escapable rhythms, but I know too that the blackbird is involved in what I know. When the blackbird flew out of sight, it marked the edge of one of many circles. At the sight of blackbirds flying in a green night, even the bods of euphony would cry out sharply. He rode over Connecticut in a glass coach, once a fear pierced him, in that he mistook the shadow of his equipage for blackbirds. The river is moving, the blackbird must be flying. It was evening all afternoon, it was snowing, and it was going to snow. The blackbird sat in the cedar limbs. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Fragment to Music by Percy Bish Shelley Read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Baldelli in Rome March 2008 Silver key of the fountain of tears, where the spirit drinks, till the brain is wild. Softest grave of a thousand fears, where their mother care, like a drowsy child, is laid asleep in flowers. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Triple Fool by John Don Read for LibriVox.org by Julie van Molychem I am two fools, I know, for loving and for saying so in whining poetry. But where's that wise man, that would not be I, if she would not deny? Then as the inward narrow crooked lanes do perch sea-water's fretful salt away, I thought, if I could draw my pains through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, for he tames it, that fattest it inverts. But when I have done so, some man, his ardent voice to show, doth set and sing my pain, and by delighting many, freeze again grief, which first did restrain. To love and grief tribute of us belongs, but not of such as pleases went is read. Both are increased by such songs. For both their triumphs so are published, and I, which was two fools, do so grow three, who are little wise their best fools be. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Warble for lilac time by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Baldelli, Rome, April 2008. Warble me now for joy and for lilac time, returning in reminiscence. Saw to me your tongue and lips for nature's sake, souvenirs of the earliest summer. Gather the welcome signs, as children with pebbles, or stringing shells. Put in April and May the hylas are croaking in the ponds, the elastic air, these butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes, bluebird and darting swallow. No forget the high hole flashing his golden wings. The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapour, shimmer of waters, with fish in them, the cerulean above. All that is jokened and sparkling, the brooks running, the maple woods, the crisp, fabry days, and the sugar making. The robin, where he hops bright-eyed, brown-brested, with musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset, or flitting among the trees of the apple orchard, building the nest of his maid. The melted snow of March, the will of sending forth its yellow green sprouts. For springtime is here, the summer is here. And what is this in it, and from it? Thou soul, unloosened, the restlessness after I know not what. Come, let us lag here no longer, let us be up in the way. Oh, if one could but fly like a bird, oh to escape, to sail forth as in a ship, to glide with thee, oh soul, over all, in all, as a ship over the waters, gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the morning drops of dew, the lilac sand, the bushes, with dark green heart-shaped leaves, wood violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence, samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere. It's grace the bush I love to sing with the birds, a whirlpool for joy of lilac time, returning in reminiscence. End of a poem. This recording is in the public domain. When Stars Are in the Quiet Skies by Edward Bauer Lytton. Read for Librevox.org by Mike. When Stars Are in the Quiet Skies, when most I pine for thee, bend on me then thy tender eyes as Stars look on the sea, for thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch over men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep, sweet spirit meet me then. There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber ferris glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When Stars Are in the Quiet Skies, when most I pine for thee, bend on me then thy tender eyes as Stars look on the sea. End of a poem. This poem is in the public domain. Winter My Secret by Christina Georgina Rosetti. Read for Librevox.org by Juliva Malchem. I tell my secret. No indeed, not I. Perhaps some day, who knows. But not a day. It froze and blows and snows, and you're too curious. Why? You want to hear it? Well, only my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or after all, perhaps there's none. Suppose there is no secret after all, but only just my fun.  I cannot hope to everyone who taps, and let the draught come whistling through my hull, come bounding and surrounding me, come buffeting astounding me, nipping and clipping through my wraps and all. I wear my mask for warmth. Whoever shows his nose to rush in snows to be packed at by every wind that blows, you would not pack. I thank you for your good will, believe, but leave the truth and test it still. Spring's an expensive time, yet I don't trust March with its pack of dust, nor Ape with its rainbow crowned-brief showers, nor even May, whose flowers won't frost me wither through the sun's hours. Perhaps some languid summer day, when drowsy birds is singing less and less, and golden fruit is ripening to excess. If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud, and a warm wind is neither still nor loud.


from our studios in the heart of Silicon Valley, Palo Alto, California. This is a CUBE Conversation. Hey, welcome back, everybody. Jeff Frick here with theCUBE. We're at our Palo Alto studios, having the CUBE Conversation. We're just about ready for the madness of the conference season to start in a few months. So it's nice to have some time to have things a little calmer in the studio. And we're excited to have a new company, I guess they're not that new, but they're relatively new. They've been working on a really interesting technology around infrastructure. And we welcome to the studio, first time, I think. Sumit Puri, CEO and co-founder of Liquid. Welcome. Thank you guys. Very, very happy to be here. And joined by our big brain, David Floyer, of course the CTO and co-founder of Wikibon and knows all things infrastructure. David, always good to see you. It's so good to see you. All right, so let's jump into it. So Sumit, give us kind of the basic overview of Liquid. What are you guys all about? A little bit of the company background. How long have you been around? No, absolutely, absolutely. Liquid is a software-defined infrastructure company. The technology that we've developed is referred to as composable infrastructure, think dynamic infrastructure. And what we do is we go and we turn data center resources from statically configured boxes to dynamic agile infrastructure. Our core technology is two-part. Number one, we have a fabric layer that allows you to interconnect off-the-shelf hardware. But more importantly, we have a software layer that allows you to orchestrate or dynamically configure servers at the bare metal. So who are you selling these solutions to? What's your market? What's the business case for this solution? Absolutely. So first, I guess, let me explain a little bit about what we mean by composable infrastructure. Rather than building servers by plugging devices into the sockets of the motherboard, with composability, it's all about pools or trays of resources, a tray of CPUs, a tray of SSDs, a tray of GPUs, a tray of networking devices. Instead of plugging those into a motherboard, we connect those into a fabric switch. And then we come in with our software and we orchestrate or we compose at the bare metal. Grab this CPU, grab those four SSDs, these eight GPUs and build me a server, just like you were plugging devices into the motherboard, except you're defining it in software. On the other side, you're getting delivered infrastructure of any size, shape, or ratio that you want. Except that infrastructure is dynamic. When we need another GPU in our server, we don't send a guy with a cart to reprogram the, to plug device in, we reprogram the fabric and add or remove devices as required by the application. We give you all the flexibility that you would get from public cloud on the infrastructure that you are forced to own. And now to answer your question of where we find a natural fit for our solution, one primary area is obviously cloud. If you're building a cloud environment, whether you're providing cloud as a service or whether you're providing cloud to your internal customers, building a more dynamic, agile cloud is what we enable. So is the use case more just to use your available resources and reconfigure it to set something that basically runs that way for a while? Or are customers more using it to dynamically reconfigure those resources based on, say, a temporary workload as kind of a classic cloud example where you need a bunch of something now, but not necessarily forever? Sure. The way we look at the world is very much around resource utilization. I'm buying this very expensive hardware. I'm deploying it into my data center. Typical resource utilization is very low, below 20%, right? So what we enable is the ability to get better resource utilization out of the hardware that you're deploying inside your data center. If we can take a resource that's utilized 20% of the time because it's deployed as a static element inside of a box and we can raise the utilization to 40%, does that mean we are buying less hardware inside of our data center? Our argument is yes. If we can take rack scale efficiency from 20% to 40%, our belief is we can do the same amount of work with less hardware. So it's a fairly simple business case then to do that. So who are your competition in this area? Is it people like HPE or Intel? No, that's a great question. I think both of those are interesting companies. I think HPE is the 800 pound gorilla in this term called composability and we find ourselves a slightly different approach in the way that those guys take it. I think first and foremost, the way that we're different is because we're disaggregated, right? When we sell you trays of resources, we'll sell you a tray of SSD or a tray of GPUs where HP takes a converged solution, right? Every time I'm buying resources for my composable rack, I'm paying for CPUs, SSDs, GPUs, all of those devices as a converged resource. So they are converged, we are disaggregated. We are bare metal. We have a PCIe-based fabric up and down the rack. They are an Ethernet-based fabric. There are no Ethernet SSDs, there are no Ethernet GPUs at least today. So by using Ethernet as your fabric, they're forced to do virtualization protocol translation. So they are not truly bare metal. We are bare metal, we view of them more as a virtualized solution. We're an open ecosystem, we're hardware agnostic, right? We allow our customers to use whatever hardware that they're using in their environment today. Once you've kind of gone down that HP route, it's very much a closed environment. So what about some of the customers that you've got? Which sort of industries, which sort of customers? I presume this is for the larger types of customers in general, but say a little bit about where you're making a difference. No, absolutely, right? So obviously at scale, composability has even more benefit than in smaller deployments. I'll give you just a couple of use case examples. Number one, we're working with a transportation company and what happens with them at 5 p.m. is actually very different than what happens at 2 a.m. And the model that they have today is a bunch of static boxes and they're playing a game of workload matching. If the workload that comes in fits the appropriate box, then the world is good. If the workload that comes in ends up on a machine that's oversized, then resources are being wasted. And what they said is we want to take a new approach. We want to study the workload as it comes in, dynamically spin up small, medium, large, depending on what that workload requires. And as soon as that workload is done, free the resources back into the general pool, right? So that's one customer by taking a dynamic approach, they're changing the TCO argument inside of their environment. And for them, it's not a matter of am I going public cloud or am I going dynamic or am I going static? Everyone knows dynamic infrastructure is better. No one says, you know, give me the static stuff. For them, it's am I going public cloud or am I going on prem? That's really the question. So what we provide is public cloud is very easy. But when you start thinking about next generation workloads, things that leverage GPUs and FPGAs, those instantiations on public cloud are just not very cheap. So we give you all of that flexibility that you're getting on public cloud, but we save you money by giving you that capability on prem. So that's use case number one. Another use case is very exciting for us. We're working with a studio down in Southern California and they leverage these NVIDIA V100 GPUs. During the daytime, they give those GPUs to their AI engineers. When the AI engineers go home at night, they reprogram the fabric and they use those same GPUs for rendering workloads. They've taken $50,000 worth of hardware and they've doubled the utilization of that hardware. The other use case we talked about before we turned the cameras on there, that was pretty interesting was kind of multiple workloads against the same dataset over a series of time where you want to apply different resources. I wonder if you can unpack that a little bit because I think that's a really, you know, interesting one that we don't hear a lot about. So we would say about 60 plus to 70% of our deployments in one way or another touch the realm of AI. AI is actually not an event. AI is a workflow. What do we do? First we ingest data. That's very networking-centric. Then we scrub and we clean the data. That's actually CPU-centric. Then we're running inference and then we're running training. That's GPU-centric. Data has gravity, right? It's very difficult to move petabytes of data around. So what we enable is a composable AI platform. Leave data at the center of the universe. Re-orchestrate your compute, networking, GPU resources around the data. That's the way that we believe that AI is approached. So we're looking forward in the future. What are you seeing where you can make a difference in this? I mean, a lot of change is happening. There's Gen4 coming out and PCI-E. There's GPUs which are moving down to the edge. How do you see, where do you see you're going to make a difference over the next few years? That's a great question. So I think there's two parts to look at. Number one is the physical layer. Today we build or we compose based upon PCI-E Gen3 because for the first time in the data center, everything is speaking a common language. When SSDs move to NVMe, you had SSDs, network cards, GPUs, CPUs, all speaking a common language, which was PCI-E. So that's why we've chosen to build our fabric on this common interconnect because that's how we enable bare metal orchestration without translation and virtualization. Today it's PCI-E Gen3. As the industry moves forward, Gen4 is coming. Gen4 is here. We have actually announced our first PCI-E Gen4 products already and by the end of this year, Gen4 will become extremely relevant into the market. Our software has been architected from the beginning to be physical layer agnostic. So whether we're talking PCI-E Gen3, PCI-E Gen4, in the future, something referred to as GenZ, it doesn't matter for us. We will support all of those physical layers. For us, it's about the software orchestration. And I would imagine too, like TPUs and other physical units that are going to be introduced in the system too, you're architected to be able to take those. Today, we're doing CPUs, GPUs, NVMe devices, and we're doing NICs. We just made an announcement. Now we're orchestrating Optane Memory with Intel. We've made an announcement with Xilinx that we're orchestrating FPGAs with Xilinx. So this will continue. We'll continue to find more and more of the resources that we'll be able to orchestrate for a very simple reason. Everything has a common interconnect, and that common interconnect is PCI-E. So this is an exciting time in your existence. Where are you? I mean, how far along are you to becoming the standard in this industry? Yeah, that's a great question. I think we get asked a lot is what company are you most similar to or are you most like at the early stage? And what we say is we a lot of time compare ourselves to VMware, right? VMware is the hypervisor for the virtualization layer. We view ourselves as that physical hypervisor, right? We do for physical infrastructure what VMware is doing for virtualized environments. And just like VMware has enabled many of the market players to get virtualized, our hope is we're going to enable many of the market players to become composable. We're very excited about our partnership with Inspire. Just recently, we've announced the number three server vendor in the world. We've announced an AI centric rack which leverages the servers and the storage solutions from Inspire tied to our fabric to deliver a composable AI platform. That's great. Yeah, and it seems like the market for cloud service providers, because we always talk about the big ones, but there's a lot of them all over the world is a perfect use case for you because now they can actually offer the benefits of cloud flexibility by leveraging your infrastructure to get more miles out of their investments into their backend. Absolutely. Cloud, cloud service providers and private cloud that's a big market and opportunity for us. And we're not necessarily chasing the big seven hyperscalers, right? We'd love to partner with them, but for us, there's 300 other companies out there that can use the benefit of our technology. So they necessarily don't have the R&D dollars available that some of the big guys have. So we come in with our technology and we enable those cloud service providers to be more agile, to be more competitive. All right, so before we let you go, season's coming up. We were just at a harse. Yesterday, big shows coming up in May. Where are you guys? Are we going to cross pass over the next several weeks or months? No, absolutely. We got a handful of shows coming up. Very exciting season for us. We're going to be at the OCP, the Open Compute Project Conference, actually next week. And then right after that, we're going to be at the NVIDIA GPU Technology Conference. We're going to have a booth at both of those shows and we're going to be doing live demos of our composable platform. And then at the end of April, we're going to be at the Dell Technology World Conference in Las Vegas, where we're going to have a large booth and we're going to be doing some very exciting demos with the Dell team. Well, Sumit, thanks for taking a few minutes out of your day to tell us a story.  Thank you. Thank you guys for making the time today. It's excited to be here. Thank you. David, always good to see you. Good to see you.  All right. I'm Jeff Frick. You're watching theCUBE from theCUBE Studios in Palo Alto. Thanks for watching. We'll see you next time.