Hello, everyone. This is Junaid Amal. I have got AIR third in civil services examination 2018. So, the purpose of making this video is to help the students who are thinking of preparing this exam. I started my preparation in 2014. So, I am not the person who clear this exam in first or second attempt. It took me 4 years to clear this exam. In my fourth attempt, I got into the services. So, I have certain experience which I want to share with you people, the journey which I had and the preparation tips which I want to give you people. There are certain mistakes which I committed. So, I want to share with you people so that you should not commit those mistakes. So, for a beginner, the first thing is the question which comes up is when to start? That is the first basic question for the beginners. I have seen many people asking me that whether we should start the preparation in graduation itself or I have received calls of students who are in 11-12 class asking me whether we should start preparation during 11-12. So, I want to clear this thing in the very beginning that when you are into your graduation or into your schooling, you should focus more on that part. That is very important because the knowledge which you will acquire there will ultimately help you in clearing this exam. So, the basic focus should be on your graduation. That is the first thing. So, when to start in the end years of your graduation, you should have a goal that you want to clear the civil services. But in the end year of graduation, you should start focusing on this exam. Second question which comes up is how to start? That is a very important question because the syllabus is very vast and it is very difficult for the beginners to understand the pattern of this exam. So, here in this video, I am going to share some mistakes which I committed so that you can have a good overall plan for clearing this exam. So, first thing is you need to understand certain things before starting your preparation. And the first thing you need to understand is the time period. At least 2-4 years are required for clearing this exam. Say if you clear this exam in first attempt also, then also it requires 2 years because you start your preparation, then the whole circle of exams completes in one year and up to the time you go to the academic takes around 2 years. So, you should have this period in your mind that it will take minimum of 2 years and it can go up to 4-5 years. So, you should be ready for that. That is very important first thing that you need to understand. The second thing is as everyone know UPSC is called as the mother of all exam. So, you require ruthless determination in this exam. Everyone know it is a fact that the success ratio of this exam is very less to the tune of 0.1%. Lacks of candidates appear in this exam and only few get selected. So, ruthless determination is what is required for this exam. So, this is second most important thing. There is no space for committing any mistake in this exam. I have seen people who have given interview and then they have flagged in prelims. There is no space for committing mistake. You need to understand this thing. Third thing you need to understand before starting your preparation is that the exam it is a long process and you will see many failures during this exam. I am telling this based on my experience I have failed in prelims, main interview. So, there are a lot of failures. So, you need to prepare your mind, you need to prepare yourself for these failures. If you will be ready, if you will accept these failures, if you will see in a positive perspective, then they will teach you a lot. So, these few things are there that you need to understand before starting your preparation. So, now I will come to how the whole strategy should be to prepare for this exam. So, basically what happens in our college system normally it is the case that in June the graduation gets complete and people start preparing for this exam. So, what I have made is I have taken June as the starting point and from June to next two years I have made this plan because at least minimum two years are required for this exam.  So, the first thing what you have to do is you have to cover your basic NCRTs. That is very important. That will make your base understanding of all the subjects history, polity, social science and everything. So, reading NCRTs is very important and you have to be very thorough with the NCRTs. Don't just read them to finish the NCRTs, read them to understand them in a very better way. So, that is very important. In June the first thing you should do is start with the NCRTs. Some people ask this question whether coaching is required, the moment you enter this UPSC preparation whether coaching is required or not. So, I will say that in the starting coaching helps you in putting you in a particular direction because a lot of things are required to study. So, what to study, what not to study, they segregate these things. So, it helps you. But if you are confident that you can do without coaching also it is up to you. Many people have seniors, many people have aspirants who help them in this journey. So, it is up to them how they decide this thing. So, from June to September that is the first period where I will focus upon. The first target is NCRTs as I have already said you need to cover these NCRTs thoroughly. The second thing is your optional. You have to select your optional very wisely because ultimately your selection depends on the marks of optional. So, when you are coming after graduation the main reason behind selecting your optional should be your interest. Many people say that I have particular subject in graduation but I am not comfortable in it. So, you should not go for it. If you are very comfortable in your graduation subject go for it. It does not matter what is the trend of that particular subject, how many marks are coming or how many students are taking that subject. If you have interest, if you think you are confident you can get marks in that subject go for it. That interest is the main criteria before selection of your optional. So, I will say that what I did for my optional selection I shortly said few subjects like geography, history and political science. I read few books of these subjects and I realized that geography is the subject that interests me more. So, I took geography as my optional. Your interest should be the main criteria behind your optional selection. So, June to September, June, July, August, September these 4 months are there in the starting. So, you have to start your GS preparation and optional preparation simultaneously. So, when NCRTs are covered you have to start your optional also. You can join any coaching for your optional or if you think you can do self-study you can start with that. So, in these 4 months you should focus these 2 things. So, this is the first thing that you need to understand in these 4 months and also the slavers and previous years papers they are very very important. When you start your preparation focus on these 2 things at least for 1 and 1 and a half months you need to analyze the previous years papers and slavers. They will give you an idea what UPSC is asking and what is the demand of UPSC. The easier it is for you to understand. The easier it will be for you to clear this exam.  I will suggest that in these 4 months you should not focus much on newspapers and you should not focus much on answer writing. Answer writing in these 4 months you should do for the sake of writing only. I will suggest on the weekends you can go for answer writing few questions of previous years you can write and you can write some essays that you should write only to make it as a habit that will help you. And newspapers I will suggest you should not read newspapers you should not spend unnecessary time on newspapers. Just for the sake of reading you can get into the headlines but apart from that you should not spend much time on newspapers in these particular 4 months. So, this is what is the strategy for these 4 months. Now the next period is from September to December. So, this is the period when you are done with some part of your general studies you are done with your optional. So, you have a basic idea of what UPSC is all about. From now onwards the role of newspapers and current affairs becomes important. Now you will be able to understand what you need to read from the newspaper what you should not that will help your time. So, from September to December you should focus on newspapers and current affairs because they will help you a lot. So, in June to December the first period is June to September and September to December. In this whole period the first reading of your GS and optional should get completed. This is very important because after that you have to focus on other areas also. So, up to December if your first reading is complete then you can focus on your second reading. So, the next period for me is from December to March that is very important. So, in this period what you need to do is as you are done with your general studies as you are done with your optional now there is a paper called ethics. If you take up ethics in the starting itself you will not be able to understand the demand of that paper. So, December to March is the period from where you should focus on ethics paper and second is the essay paper. You will also be able to understand the demands of essay in this period only when you will have covered the GS and the optional paper and in this period only the second reading should get completed from December to March because revision is very very important. You should understand this thing that whatever sources you have whatever things you are reading you should concise it as much as possible because unnecessary going for different books going for different magazines will not help you. You should concise your syllabus and revise it as much as possible and in this period only you should develop this habit of note making that is very very important. So, note making is something that will help you in maze as well as in prelims also. So, in this period you should focus on your notes making in another video I will take up how to make notes in this video I am taking up what strategy you should follow. So, this is the period from December to March where the second revision should be done and the ethics and essay paper you should get an idea of and you should start preparing your notes. So, the next period which is from March to June usually the prelims is in June. So, March to June should be solely dedicated for prelims what happens that when you are starting in June and preparing up to next June you have an integrated study you focus on prelims you focus on maze everything you do. So, in this particular period March to June you should focus on prelims only. So, this is very important. So, for prelims you should do test series as much as possible they are very very helpful they will help you in getting an idea about kind of questions comes in the exam and they will help you in developing that thing that how you are going to tackle this exam in the examination room. So, test series is very important. Second thing which you should focus in this period is the time management how you are going to manage your time I have seen people who have flunged prelims and who are doing very good in the test series and the only reason why it happened was because they were not able to manage the time because of the pressure which was there in the examination room. So, this is very important. Third thing which you should focus in this period is the books in which the objective part of syllabus is more. For example, spectrum of history is there which covers the minute details which can be asked in the exam and also these things are usually we forget these things. So, you have to revise these things again and again. So, spectrum Laxmikanth and all these books which contain objective things they need to be revised again and again in this period. So, this is how you should strategize the things. Now the prelims day is in June. So, up to June your whole strategy is fixed. As soon as you give the prelims the main thing is you come and check the answer whether you are clearing it or not. So, it is important that you should start your preparation of main from that day itself. If you think that whether I am clearing or I am not clearing, you will waste your time because one month it takes for UPSC to give the result for prelims exam. So, you start the preparation from the next day itself of prelims. So, now you have a time period from June to October. Main focus is in October. So, what should be your focus in these? June, July, August, September, October in these four, five months. Your focus main focus in these months should be answer writing. You should understand this thing that if you will not practice an answer writing you cannot clear means. It is an essential part of means. So, you have to focus on answer writing. I used to write every day seven questions for an hour and I used to sit with my group mates and used to discuss these things. So, it helped me a lot. So, focus on answer writing that is the most important thing. It does not matter how much you know because I am sitting here selected in the examination but still I do not know many things. So, do not think that your syllabus is complete or not. You know many things or not. Just start writing from the very first day after clearing the prelims. So, this is the thing. The next which you should focus on in this period is the test series again. Test series is something which will give you an idea how you are going to manage your time in the exam because three hours are there and 20 questions are there. How you are going to finish it up? That is very, very important. The first task is to finish the questions. So, test series will help you in managing your time for main examination. The third thing which you should focus in this period up to October is your current events and your notes. That is very, very important. Whatever issue is coming up, you should link it with the syllabus and you should make your notes of that particular topic. That will help you in preparing for maze. What happened when I went for writing the exam, whatever questions were there. Either I had note of those particular questions or I had already written those questions. So, that should be the thing that you should have practiced. If you will start thinking there that what I should write in that particular question, then the time will get lost and you will not be able to complete the paper. So, these things you should focus in this period. Answer writing, test series, your current affairs, notes and your revision. That will help you a lot in your maze examination. So, this is up to October when the maze will get over. You will have a period of 2-3 months where you will have to start your preparation for interview. After October, after giving your maze, you should not wait for your result. It takes around one-one-and-a-half months. You should start your interview preparation and for interview, what is required is your opinion, your decisiveness, how expressive you are. These all are things which the interviewer looks in the candidates. So, what you should do is you should read newspapers thoroughly during this time. If possible, two newspapers you can read. You should make opinion on various issues, particularly debatable issues. You should be confident while presenting yourself. You should have an opinion. These all things are very, very important. Second thing is the mock interviews. They are also very helpful. When you give mock interview, the interviewer, they tell you what problems you have, what things you can improve upon, your verbal, non-verbal issues which are there. So, they will help you refine your personality. So, you can go for 2-3 marks for this thing. And third most important thing is your daf preparation. That is very important. When you're going for interview, the interviewer mainly asks questions from your daf only, your educational background, your place of working or whatever things you have in your daf, your hobbies. So, you should prepare your daf thoroughly. Most 80% of the questions from the daf only. So, these are some important things you should take into consideration while preparing. So, I've given you a basic idea from June to next June, how you are going to prepare for prelims, mays and interview. I think this will be helpful for you people. In the end, I want to say one thing that every topper gives his own strategy, how he prepared, what he has done. But every individual should devise his or her own strategy. I have told you many a things. If you think they are good, you should take them. And if you think that you can improve on them, you should definitely go for it. So, it is upon an individual's strength how they can prepare for this exam. Okay, wish you all the best and I hope this video will help you in preparing for this exam. Thank you. Don't forget to like, share and subscribe to our channel. And press the bell icon to never miss an update.


BIRCHES By Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys have been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them, loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises, and turn many colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust such heaps of broken glass to sweep away. You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load. And they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long, they never right themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground, like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them, as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees, by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, and life is too much like a pathless wood, where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while, and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me, and half-grant what I wish, and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk towards heaven till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good, both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of Birches by Robert Frost. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis Drake. Birches by Robert Frost. Read for LibriVox.org by Adrian Levitsky. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many-coloured as the stir-cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long, they never ride themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball. Whose only play was what he found himself, summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one, but hung limp. Not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon, and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains he used to fill a cup up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm wary of considerations, and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while, and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me, and have grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, and climb black branches of a snow-white trunk toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dip-dip its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Read for LibriVox.org by Bill Mosley. When I see birches bend to left and ride across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them, but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many colored as the stirr cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal-less shells shattering and advancing on the snowcrust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away, you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break, though once they are bowed so low for long, they never write themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods, years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical. I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out, and Ian defetched the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them and not one but hung limp. Not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon, and so not carry the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you'd use to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself, a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me in half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse and be a swinger of birches end of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load and they seem not to break. Though once they are bodes so low for long they never write themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter effect about the ice storm now am I free to be political. I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows some boy too far from town to learn baseball whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by writing them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them and not one hung limp not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So as I once myself a swinger of birches and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm wary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and when I is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open I'd like to get away from earth a while and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Read for LibriVox.org by Darcy Smitenar. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees I like to think some boys been swinging them but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as breeze rises and turn many colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load and they seem not to break. The ones they are bowed so low for long they never write themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball. His only play was what he found himself. Summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp. Not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from its wigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Red for LibriVox.org by Dustin Sharpless. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straight or darker trees I like to think some boys been swinging them but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice as sunny in winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn mini-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered broken by the load and they seem not to break though once they are bowed so low for long they never right themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broken with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out in aim to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball whose only play was what he found himself some more or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by writing them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them and not one but hung limp not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once a swinger of birches and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm wary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than to be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Read the LibriVox.org by James O'Connor. February 2010. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees I like to think some boys been swinging them but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn mini-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells. Shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away. You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracket by the load. And they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long, they never right themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards. Trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hand before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in. With all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball. Whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding him down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp. Not one was left. For him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon. And so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches. Climbing carefully. With the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he plung outward, feet first with a swish. Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations. And life is too much like a pathless wood. Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it. And one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me. And half grant what I wish and snatch me away, not to return. First the right place full out. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree. Then climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more. But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost, read for LibriVox.org by L. Lambert Lawson, Escondido, California. When I see birches bend to the left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long, they never right themselves. You may see their chunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows, some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by writing them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them, and not one but hung limp. Not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swoosh kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost, read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio, February 2010. When I see birches bent left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the Withered Bracken by the load and they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long they never right themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm, now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them and not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from Earth a while and then come back to it and begin over. I may no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch be away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boys been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away, you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break, though once they are bowed so low for long they never write themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground, like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say, when truth broke in, with all her matter of fact about the ice storm, now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself, summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by writing them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away cleared to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while, and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half-grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good, both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of form. This recording is in the public domain. Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain, they click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and outlanding on the snow-crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break, though once they are bowed so low for long they never bite themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterward, trailing their leaves on the ground, like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say, when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm, now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them, as he went out at in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself, summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again, until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon, and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, and life is too much like a pathless wood, where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while, and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me, and half grant what I wish, and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love, and I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Birches by Robert Frost. Red for Librebox.org by Seneca Souter. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter, darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them, loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises, and turn many-colored as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells, shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away, you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break the once they are bowed. So low for long they never right themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when truth broken was all her matter of fact about the ice storm. Now am I free to be poetical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself, summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches climbing carefully with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to the brim and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm wary of considerations and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth for a while and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half-grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree and climb black branches up a snow white trunk toward heaven till the tree could bear no more but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When I see birches bend to left and right across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises and turn many-colored as their stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells shattering and avalanching on the snow crust. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, and they seem not to break. Though once they are bowed so low for long they never write themselves. You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say, when truth broke in with all her matter of fact about the ice storm, now am I free to be vertical? I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows. Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only play was what he found himself summer or winter and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees by riding them down over and over again. Until he took the stiffness out of them, and not one but hung limp, not one was left for him to conquer. He learned all there was to learn about not launching out too soon, and so not carrying the tree away clear to the ground. He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim or even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first with a swish, kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches, and so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, and life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twigs having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth a while, and then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me, and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, and climb black branches up a snow-white trunk toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good, both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. End of POMM. This recording is in the public domain.


Well, today is the day, guys. It is bittersweet. I'm heading back to the states. But first I just want to share and introduce you guys to Brad Januszewski, aka Campground Host. So, I just want to thank you for your hospitality. Thanks, Jeff. Yeah, likewise. And thank you for taking me to the races, and get me behind the wheel. That was the first time. That was fun.  I'm glad you had a good time here, and I'm glad you enjoyed Canada. Alright, thank you. Round two of good-byes is here. I got to say goodbye to the man who helped me realize the dream here. The ultimate diesel mechanic. Oh, I just said that. Bring it in for a hug. You were the man. That was a lot of fun. A lot of stuff out there that's not being told, but we figured it out. It just took a little while, but we got her. It runs pretty good, too. Yeah, it does. I think it's going to be way better. If anybody wants to meet Badge, he's most likely going to be at Enigmatic Nomadix, Van Build Party, or Build Party. The whole entire month of November, outside of Parker. If you want something fixed on your vehicle, you're on a budget, if you just want to hang out, I'll be there probably the better part of the month. He's going to be there. I'm going to go to Ehrenburg. Ehrenburg, three miles south of Flying Jay on the east side, not the west side. Yeah, down the dirt road. All the dead end road. Yeah, so anyways, I'll catch him in three months, I think. Three or four months reunited. And I'll try not to break the bus in that time. Well, you know how to fix it now. I do. I do. And if I forget anything, I could always watch over the previous videos and stuff, because we have all that. Even though you were doing all the rent. That's a good thing about having the videos. What did you do? Well, I can't wrench and hold the camera at the same time. Thanks for teaching me everything and for your patience. And Elle is unfortunately a little under the weather. She's got a bugger or something. Yeah, so Elle, thanks for all the meals and breakfasts and dinners and good times. So we'll see you guys on the road soon. We will. Just making the rounds here. Steve at Metalheads. By the way, great guy.  So I just stopped in. I said hi real quick. And he said, I'm going to come up next summer. I'll donate some materials and build you another storage tank or something like that for the oil. He was like tripping out. One, at how quiet the bus now is in the engine. And two, he liked the smell of the fryer oil out the back. Said it was sweet. So he was tripping out. So thanks for the offer, Steve. It's very kind of you. And it's a very good chance I'll see you next summer. Okay. Heck of provincial powertrain. The reason being is that... Let me just show you guys. Oh, you see this door? This actually is really nice. This is a diesel seat. I want to get one like that and put it on the veggie side. For some reason I didn't. Didn't grab that. Oh, also, one of these little lights broke off on the top and the back on the red one. So I'll grab one of those, grab some other stuff.  So I can grab anything from a light to... I don't need any of that stuff. But basically I can just pick through and take some stuff. So that's what I'm going to do. And I'm going to leave you guys here because I've already showed you guys a yard before. And I don't want to... I'm trying to get out of Canada today. So, you know, just going to work hard. All right, under that DeWalt drill bit set is a door. It wasn't a school bus door, it was off of a semi truck. But I figured something is better than nothing because I couldn't find one. Also, I found a marker light. And then this thing that goes inside the gas tank. So the gas cap doesn't fall out. That's a nice... I guess I could have just bent some metal and figured that out. Update. So I'm in Edmonton, heading to Calgary. South of Calgary is Great Falls, Montana. South of that, if you keep going down to Salt Lake City. I need to go east. Chris, over at Colorado Custom Coachworks. I think if that's... if I have that name correctly. You'll meet him in a few days. He is generously letting us use his shop for free in Denver. And that's where we're going to finish up the build. I don't know what he has, but he has something in South Dakota. So he asked me if I'd go pick it up and I said, absolutely. If somebody, you know, helps me out. You know, I definitely am going to help them out in return. That's how I roll. That's the kind of program I'm running here. So, I don't know where exactly I'll end up today. I'm hoping to cross the border. No rush, but I'm ready for wifi. I'm ready for my unlimited hotspot. So, without further ado, let's hit the road. I was driving along and I realized it just happened to glance up. I forgot something was going on with the panels. What happened was we didn't properly secure the bolt to the panel. It didn't properly tighten them and they loosened out, they wiggled out. So, luckily I stopped by to say hi to Rocky over at the welding place red line. And there's a Gregg distributors down the way. It's kind of like Home Depot with your own private tutor. So I'm going to go inside, get the proper bolts, and then put them back on. Thank God they didn't fall off. My God, that would have been nuts. I didn't even have them set up yet.  But it just goes to show you, if you're not double check some of your work, it's really easy to make a mistake. Here we go. Casualty avoided. The grand total of all this was $1.20 Canadian, which is exactly $1 US. My goodness. Alright, I'm going to go strap that on. Great news. Disaster was avoided. I did not want to join the lost solar panel club. I don't even know if I want to see it fly off because I don't have a rear view mirror. And so, yeah. And also, I was talking to a guy over at Red Line welding fabrication. And of course everybody is interested in the veggie oil system. And so, while I was getting the replacement parts from the panel, culturally, I picked up a fuel filter for my pump. And Rocky said, oh hey, you know the guy you met? Yeah, he's got 45 gallons of a coconut oil canola that he used for fried chicken. So now I'm heading back. And there's a really good possibility I'm getting 45 gallons, which is about 400 miles for free. So how about them potatoes? Some minutes later, I'm over at Grant's property. Grant kindly offered me his oil, which is in that little canister, this tank right there. So we're going to get to pumping. And we're going to pump some of this other stuff I got from the pizza place. So oil gets super messy.  But long story short, we soiled with oil the whole grass here. This thing had a little bit too much saturated fat. It was clogging up the filter. Here, let me just show you guys some residue. This is what came out of the filter I got. So it's a really good thing that I did buy the filter because otherwise that would have clogged up something in the engine. And would have made me very unhappy. But thank you for A for effort. Thank you for the offer of the oil. And this is my first time pumping oil out of a mysterious container now. I know what can happen. But I did fill up with the rest of the stuff from the pizza place. So without further ado, let's hit the road. No more than a couple minutes of leaving did I run into something absolutely hilarious. I ran into a pot farm. Look at this. Unbelievable. Well, not exactly pot. I think this is hemp. There is a difference if you didn't know. Look at this. This is unbelievable. I'm not really sure why. Well, I guess I can assume. Hemp seeds. Hemp fiber. Look at this stuff though. I feel like I'm in Jamaica. This is hilarious. So yeah, I just happened to look over to the side and I'm like, does that, is that, wow. Oh my gosh, it sure is. Very interesting stuff. Very interesting stuff here. So that's a male and that's the female. So what they're about to thigh high. This one's waist high. Let's give it a nice little smell here. Yeah, this is not the stuff that is legalized on the West Coast in the United States. This is a little bit different stuff here. Hilarious though. Never know what you'll find when you drive around and keep your eyes open. It's the next day. It was also rather uneventful. I have this unnecessary fear of crossing the border. And I don't know why.  So that when I crossed, I wouldn't have a long list of things that I'm bringing over. I also made a list on my phone to be prepared to tell the guy what I'm bringing back. But once he saw the bus, he's like, What's the story on this beast? And then the conversation went in a different route. Basically didn't ask me anything. So anyways, here we are. 94 degrees, Montana. Doesn't it get like negative 94 degrees in Montana? The temperature swings up in the higher latitudes. It's just so bizarre to me. I'm used to weather. Well, I grew up in Southern California by the ocean. So anywhere from mid 40s to like 90s. I feel like that's pretty normal. But I have like 100 plus degree swing out here. And it's really bizarre. And hot and uncomfortable. I'm eating a Canadian corn tortilla. And I don't recommend it.


Welcome back cow fans. My name is Haley Talbot. My name is Kelly Fitzgerald. Thank you for tuning in to another episode of Cal TV Sports. This past Saturday on October 18th, we had a midday kickoff against the UCLA Bruins here at Cabam Field Memorial Stadium. It was a tough game. We were narrowly defeated about 36 to 34 in the final quarter. Let's reminisce on the game by taking a look at some highlights and memorable stats. So we had Jared Goff who threw for 303 yards and two touchdowns, one 23-yard touchdown to Lawler and another to Harper. An impressive one-handed catch by Harper, by the way. We also had Daniel Lasko who ran 44 yards and including one touchdown. Freshman Luke Rubinzer also got in and threw a touchdown pass to Lawler. Now let's take a look at Cal's defense. Defense battled hard all game long with three turnovers. Linebacker Hardy Nickerson was involved with two fumbles. He recovered one and forced the other. Also sophomore Cameron Walker tallied his first career interception in a critical moment in the game. Since it was such a close game, tensions and emotions were running high throughout but probably never higher than when in the fourth quarter Davis went down and was eventually carried off the field in a stretcher. Fans went crazy. They were chanting his name and as he left the stadium he gave thumbs up to the crowd. I think that was one of the most awesome moments throughout the game. Seeing the Cal family come together and chant for Trevor Davis was just such an amazing feeling. Fans were held in suspense again when after Davis went down Harper took a bad hit and had to be removed off the field and did not return for the rest of the game. But that did not stop the student section from cheering. The support from all the fans in the stadium was unbelievable. The cheering continued throughout the entire game. This game had additional sentimental value for players and fans as it's the annual Joe Roth game. Joe Roth is the only Cal football player who's ever had his jersey retired. Our Bears look forward to this weekend's matchup on Friday against Oregon at Levi Stadium. We have all confidence in our Bears going into this game. That's all the time we have for today. My name is Kelly Fitzgerald and my name is Haley Talbot and make sure to tune in next week to get your down low on what's up in Cal Sports.


Thank you for joining us. Welcome, I'm Cliff Lynch, I'm the director of CNI and I will be talking today and hopefully answering a number of questions as well and hearing some comments from you. You've joined us for a webinar reporting on what we heard at the executive round table which we held in conjunction with the spring 2020 virtual member meeting. And I wanted to do this after the member meeting so that all of our members had an opportunity to join us for this, not just those who had chosen to participate in the virtual member meeting. So what I wanna do today is briefly tell you a little bit about the executive round table and then to summarize some of the major takeaways that I had from the conversations. I don't intend to talk more than about a half an hour maximum and while we are recording this, my comments, we will turn off the recording when we start the Q&A session so that we can talk a little more, frankly, as necessary. So for those of you who aren't familiar with executive round tables, these are meetings that we convene in conjunction with our spring and fall meetings. They typically run about three hours. We invite institutions to participate and CAP attendance typically at about 15 or 16 institutions in order to have a manageable discussion. Often institutions bring more than one rep off most usually the head of the library and CIO or some other senior IT person. Sometimes depending on the topic, the institutional representation may be a bit different. For example, we did one on university presses a few years ago and had press directors join us. Now, we publish reports from these sessions and in the reports, we try and summarize what we heard but one of the ground rules is that we do not attribute statements to particular institutions normally unless it's a very clear kind of public position of a given institution. So we had scheduled before we canceled the in-person spring CNI meeting, a session, an executive round table session on the acquisition new strategies for the acquisition of instructional materials. We did go ahead and hold that and we will be releasing the report from that probably tomorrow or if not on Monday. We will be doing a session next Tuesday which I invite you all to join us for on the findings of that set of round tables. We have already as of about a week ago published the report from the round table that is the topic of this session about research continuity. And I invite you to have a look at that. It goes into a lot more detail than I intend to go into in my introductory remarks. So let me tell you a little bit about that session. We held it in the 10 days or so between about April 15th and April 25th just to situate these conversations in time. We added this session after we made the decision to move virtual for the spring meeting and taking advantage of the additional flexibility that that accorded us to respond to urgent kinds of issues. And we felt that this wasn't urgent issue and one that certainly was on people's minds but wasn't gaining a lot of organized attention. The response totally confirmed that we had about 40 institutions that wanted to participate and during that 10 day period, we actually wound up doing four different convenings of interested institutions. We also were very fortunate that we not only had IT directors and library directors join us but also representatives from the Office of Research at many of the institutions that joined us. And that really gave a tremendous amount of depth and insight in the discussions that I think was really significant. I would say the kind of level of institutional participation and the caliber of the teams that turned out was really unprecedented in the history of our executive roundtables. So with that bit of background, let me talk a little bit about what we learned. So the first thing that I'll say is that many of our institutions had already done a fair amount of thinking about instructional continuity and instructional resilience and had been investing in that for a period of some years. Many of our institutions also already had in parallel with their face to face instructional activities entirely online courses of various kinds. So they already had some experience infrastructure and workflows in place to support the very rapid pivot to remote instruction that took place. Well, certainly many of our institutions did some level of disaster planning and that's really how I'd characterize it around research operations on campus. None of them really had well elaborated plans for research continuity in the face of something like the COVID-19 emergency. They certainly had plans to deal with situations where there was some kind of natural disaster or physical catastrophe on campus and they had to address things like animal welfare or hazardous materials or trying to shut down certain kinds of delicate equipment in an orderly fashion, but really nothing like this. So when you look at what happened at most campuses, it was fundamentally shut down pretty much everything except for COVID-19 related research and other research where human health was very directly implicated for some reason or another and grave harm would occur for discontinuing it.  So it was about shutting down rather than about continuity plans. Now people are talking about how to do a research restart and I'll have more to say about that in a little while. So the next thing I think is really important to recognize is that there was a massive misunderstanding among top institutional leadership and the public about what constitutes the research enterprise and what kind of a disruption occurred, what kind of a shutdown occurred to the research enterprise. There is a great tendency both in the popular press and even among top administrators to equate the research enterprise with things that happened in labs on campus. And in fact, if you look at it, the research enterprise is immensely broader than that. It involves not just activities that take place in physics and biological labs on campus. It involves shared facilities that operate nationally and internationally. It involves field work. It involves all kinds of things. It also reaches far beyond lab work and field work and beyond science. It includes the humanities, the social sciences. There's a sort of a edge case that has been terrifically challenged by what happens that deals with the performing arts. Under estimating the scope of the research enterprise and the variability of its resilience in the face of this crisis and the level of impact that has taken place on various disciplines and on various scholars is a grave, grave mistake. In fact, there are numerous areas of the research enterprise where really research went on relatively unhindered. Yes, relatively unhindered. The biggest challenges typically were challenges that had nothing to do with that specific discipline but were much more around working from home, sharing bad connectivity with multiple people, being interrupted, having to care for others and deal with children out of school and those sorts of things. They really weren't, in some cases, discipline specific at all. I think that one of the things that really came home here is the extent to which libraries, archives, special collections, museums and these kinds of memory institutions actually serve as the laboratories for, or part of the laboratories for a tremendous number of disciplines. So I think understanding that is really vital and I think it frames a challenge for libraries in particular in communicating with the top leadership on their campus about how significant the library role is in supporting the research enterprise, how conversations about continuity of library services and the reopening of libraries needs to be part of the conversation about restarting or resuming or providing greater continuity to the research enterprise. I'll say something even more significant here which I think can't be stressed enough. The library and research communities but particularly the library community has led 30 years of sustained investment in scholarly infrastructure in moving scholarly communications online in digitizing key resources that's the only thing that's allowed us to do as well as we have done in this crisis in sustaining both remote instruction and the research enterprise. It's really quite remarkable and I think it's really important to stress the scale of that investment, the sustained and strategic nature of it, the need to continue to sustain the investment and to take some credit for it and perhaps the easiest way to convey this to people who maybe haven't thought about it in these terms is to say, imagine where we would be if this pandemic had hit in 1990 instead of in 2020. Consider for example our ability to mount a research response to the pandemic, to collaborate nationally and internationally on various things like vaccines and medical treatments and the epidemiology of what's taking place today. I think that's very telling. Okay, a few other findings that I wanna stress. There is a very significant role that Hottie Trust, the Hottie Trust Emergency Access Program and a number of other things related to control digital lending have played in allowing us to navigate this. These have been important for both research and for instructional continuity. We've got a real dilemma shaping up particularly with the Hottie Emergency Access Program as we begin to reopen because as it stands right now at least it looks like as physical access returns even if it's very limited physical access like a certain amount of paging of material for curbside pickup or something like that. That may require Hottie to stand down their digital access to in copyright works that they don't have other permissions for. That's a real dilemma. I think another thing just while we're on the topic of libraries particularly is the way in which the crisis has underscored our continued reliance on physical collections and being able to move physical stuff around which we are able to do in the US under the Doctrine of First Sale. If you look there are all kinds of shared collections in place. There are many agreements between our research institutions for reciprocal physical access to physically proximate collections say universities within the same city or region. And then there is interlibrary loan of course. All of these basically stopped working when we lost physical access to our collections. I think that one of the very strong takeaway messages here is the vulnerability there, the fact that it's now unmistakable the way in which the inability to conduct some kind of first sale like practice like controlled digital lending. Handicaps our ability to operate responsibly in crisis and in the digital world. I think that's a very important and now well-documented public policy challenge. And I will just leave that observation there for the time being. I wanna take note of a number of other things that we talked about. One is the international dimension here. It seems like it's going, it seems very clear that while domestic travel will at least creep back at some point, we're not sure how quickly or how slowly. The international dimension is gonna be, I think very different for a longer time to come. The fairly casual way in which scholars moved internationally, I think is gonna encounter a lot of friction. And we need to really think carefully about some of the implications there. One issue, and this is particularly acute in the humanities is that we see often sabbaticals or other kinds of grant funded activities planned to allow scholars to go abroad to consult archives or special library collections or to do field work. And these are often planned far in advance. What do people do now? How soon is that kind of international travel gonna come back? And particularly when we start talking about travel to some of the more difficult to reach parts of the world, what does this mean for ethnographic work, for archeological work, for this sort of thing? One of the things that seems very likely is that this is going to change some of the character of international collaborations. And particularly when we think about access to special collections and archives abroad, libraries may be able to play a very helpful role in arranging reciprocal access and arranging digitization to support our scholars. Another dimension that I wanna mention here is data. So one of the things that's happened is that data has become much harder to collect either if you're collecting it through field work or you're taking it in your lab. You probably can't do that anymore. And it's clear that even as access creeps back to these facilities and practices around field work begin to resume that they're gonna have to take place at less density, it's going to become more costly and riskier perhaps to collect data. And I think that one of the implications of this is that data is going to become a more precious shared resource. And so this is gonna put much greater emphasis on data curation and data reuse. Not just because it's a good thing, but because scholars will rely on it more. I was very interested to hear accounts of scholars who do a lot of data intensive analysis and things like that who were able to pick up and work from home very smoothly with data they'd collected. And we're actually reaching out to research data managers at their institution and subject specialists at their institution to ask them to help the researchers to identify data that other scholars elsewhere had made available so that they could reuse it, reanalyze it, merge it with their data. I think we may see a lot more of that going forward and research data management may become not just about curating data that's created by teams at your institution, but helping those teams to find other data that's available. I think that's a really interesting development and one that bears watching. I'll just say a word about reopening. Everybody's trying to figure out how to reopen in the fall. Can we bring students back? How many students? What kind of students? Do we need to keep instruction remote in the fall? And I would say, I just wanna note a couple of things here. I certainly don't have a crystal ball anymore than anyone else does. And I don't know what's gonna happen in the fall. I'm not sure anybody else knows what's gonna work and what isn't about coming back to campus. But there are some things that are interesting and some things that are clear. First, a number of campuses are actually talking about a strategy that says, let's restart or resume research first and then cautiously, we will bring parts of instruction back. And that actually has a certain amount of plausibility to it because the population density is lower and it's a bit more manageable. There are some tricky implications there, though. Think about things like social distancing in labs. That means you can have a lot less people in those labs. That means they may need to run labs two or three shifts and that has a series of implications. If you wanna think about some really scary implications and we're seeing this in instructional space too, think about what happens if social distancing needs to carry on for a period of years. What does that mean for the costs of constructing instructional and research spaces? If one has to assume much greater individual isolation and social distancing. Another aspect of this restart research first strategy that's worth noting. And again, it ties into this fallacy about, oh, research is what our professors do in their labs. Well, it's actually what our professors and their graduate students do in our labs. It's also about what our graduate students do more broadly and what our professors do more broadly. It's also a bit about what our undergraduates do, but let's focus on graduate students here as they are really in many ways the absolute core of the research enterprise. You really can't talk about restarting research without thinking about what does it mean to bring under what terms and what does it mean to begin to bring graduate students back to campus in a measured way. And that has all kinds of implications about finances, financial support, whole range of issues. And I just wanna highlight it because it's easily overlooked. I see I've already gone on longer than I intended, but I need to make at least a few more points. And the good news by the way is that nobody's waiting for the meeting room right at the stroke of the hour so we can go on a little late if we need to for questions. I think it's really important for us to get a handle on the impact of what's happened across the research enterprise. A few of the institutions that participated in the roundtables have tried to do this at least on an informal basis and what they're learning is very useful. I would urge other institutions to think about doing some faculty surveys, trying to gauge the impact across disciplines and to share with the insights they're finding. They'll help us to identify as many pain points as possible and see if we can figure out ways to respond to them. There are some very interesting interactions that we can speculate about and we don't understand them very well yet between research, IT support and research continuity. So there has been a kind of an ongoing trend at many campuses but certainly not all campuses and certainly not among all researchers to shift computational capabilities out of individual labs and into professionally managed more centralized infrastructure at the institution be it high performance cluster condos or genuinely shared infrastructure. Now, in cases where that was already far along, the research IT infrastructure stayed stable. In cases where the IT infrastructure supporting individual labs was based on machines in those labs, there was a real dilemma as physical access on the campus is shut down. If there were problems, if certain kinds of maintenance needed to be done, if machines needed to be rebooted, could people get emergency physical access to go in and do that? And it's been very difficult to figure out how often those kinds of problems occurred and what the outcomes were. I have talked to a few campuses who sort of confessed off the record that yes, they've had to allow these on a case by case basis and they didn't like it very much but they understood why it needed to be done and felt it was a acceptable kind of a risk. But we have no idea of the impact or the incidents here. We can wonder about as things begin to resume, whether we will see more policy pressure to move to professionally managed and resilient institutional infrastructure to support research. I'll just make a couple of other notes along that theme. Research online lab notebooks have turned out to be very convenient in this setting and very helpful and I think we'll see increased uptake of those. I would also note that we tried to ask about what about remote controlled experimental apparatus and was there work going on there? Thinking about how do you put online, put labs online? And there is some work going on there and there are very interesting questions to ask and the report touches on these a little about how this is gonna change the design of experimental apparatus going forward and whether we need to be doing more in this area. And if so, who are the right teams to do this? Is this something that research IT and robotics folks and research data managers and interested faculty should be collaborating together on? Where is the locus for potentially convening these kinds of conversations? So that's a very interesting area to think about going forward. I noted already the issues around the performing arts and I just wanna close with one other question and it's related to impact. One of the things that emerged in a number of conversations is questions about how events here will potentially reshape the research agendas and the research specializations of scholars going forward. Are we going to find that we have scholars who work in areas that will be sort of impossible to work in for some years to come? Are we going to see scholars move towards more computational activities that can be more resilient in terms of openings and closings of physical access? I think that that's really not clear at this point but as we reach out to understand impact we should also be careful to try and understand those signals. We also are seeing some real reassessment about what can we do to better support the humanities and give them research resilience. Should we assign greater priority to digitizing special collections for example or to digitizing books that aren't available in electronic form? So I think there's all kinds of recalibration that's going on here going forward and I think it's very likely that we will do some reconvening in the fall to continue to try and understand through another set of virtual round tables how this thinking about research continuity and research resilience is evolving as institutions get farther into the evolution of this situation. And that's about all I wanna say in terms of summarizing the report there's lots more detail in there.


Hello and welcome to the session. Let us understand the following question today. If x and y are connected parametrically by the equations given below, without eliminating the parameter, find dy by dx. Given to us, x is equal to a cos theta and y is equal to b cos theta. Now let us write the solution. Given that x is equal to a cos theta and y is equal to b cos theta. So dx by dx theta is equal to minus a sin theta and dy by dx theta is equal to minus b sin theta. So therefore, by chain rule, dy by dx is equal to dy by d theta multiplied by d theta by dx. Which is equal to dy by d theta is equal to minus b sin theta multiplied by d theta by dx. We have dx by d theta is equal to minus a sin theta. So d theta by dx is equal to 1 by minus a sin theta. Now we see that minus and minus gets cancelled and sin theta and sin theta gets cancelled. So we are left with b by a. Therefore, dy by dx is equal to b by a and d by a is our required answer. I hope you understood the question. Bye and have a nice day.


T F N N headline news update Good afternoon folks deep roads coming to you live from the shores of very sunny Delray Beach, Florida. This is your 1 p.m. Update and currently we got all the u.s. Entices traded to the upside that I was up 250 points That's about seven tenths percent the S&P eight tenths or 35 Nasdaq wanted 137 nine tenths rustle up one to three quarters One at six tenths percent exactly that's 35 points to the upside some eyes are up slightly a quarter of a percent or eight points trainees are up New York Stock Exchange spot ball tonics is down by 15% today So you'll want to watch that it's off three dollars and 20 cents just like when we have those one day rate Oh, you're not seeing my chart. Sorry about that. I Mean a moment here. No, what oh you're seeing that blank. Sorry about that didn't mean to do that I meant to do this and this is Uh, so now take a look at the charts out here or at least my screen that is So we're talking about the spot ball tonics, which is again down by 14 15 percent right now So the exact opposite we talked yesterday I think the day before about the one day rates of change above plus 10 percent We also have the one day rates of change below minus 10 percent Those tend to be initiation moves that signal price would have had to Higher ground come next week. So watch that at the end of the day. Gold's up three bucks. Silver is off eight cents. Let's recruit back a buck, too Let's take a look at our nine panel charts out here as quickly as we can the es many upper left hand side Price likely targeting resistance. That would be 44 44 the top of that profile spot ball tonics Targeting the 50 day expansion moving average if it closes below at 1784 Being short is not its message at least the message of the spot volatility nicks Brand new profile attempting to form inside the nq that profile confirming what we knew weeks ago that Because of these profiles that are forming they're signaling to us a consolidating market And remember those consolidating markets are difficult to trade They become intraday type trades or two-day trades and things of that sort out there So you don't want to get married to your positions out here not now Not until we get some type of market that decides to move in one direction or the other the nq signal is clear It's a consolidating market take a look at the us dollar index has made a nice move right up to a resistance level and that is the Center of its monthly profile and that's at 93 dollars and 71 cents And if the us dollar index were to close above that not likely to be today But if it does close above it, let's talk about next week That says us dollar would head to 96 15, but that's not the message right now Hey folks, stay tuned for the trader zed show if you have to start through friday. Have a fabulous one. See ya