Somewhere Out There

People can not imagine life without friends. Friends bring a sense of balance to their lives and make people entertain their lives fully. As Samuel Johnson said, "True happiness is not in many friends but in their values ​​and choices." In human life, friends have a general health in the lives of others In the state they will worry. In any case, my friends will make others qualified, careful, and lasting. Over time, the result of this quality is that the relationship becomes factual, happy, emotionally stable and has its own connection.

The most important is the source. Actually there are hundreds of websites, APIs, spreadsheets etc somewhere on the web. Some are online PDFs, some are cleanly placed lists, and some are monsters rendered by JavaScript. In special cases, some of them are even static files I made for themselves and contain other online data. What is important to me is that you can retrieve data as a CSV file from each source (if not). Ideally, this means that the column headings have meaning to me. Of course, most of these sources are not in that format. For example, many of them are Web sites, and the necessary data is embedded in the HTML of the page. This is the scraper's job

Somewhere, wealthy children have everything - money, fantastic cars and other expensive material products, but very frustrating. Somewhere, there was a poor child who just got his first job, 11 dollars an hour, and it was carried out. What does this mean? Its core is relativity. Relatively speaking, this poor child just upgraded from his life, and this rich child has gotten used to money! Let's think thought experiment. Let's say that a child who is hungry in Africa eats food for the first time in three days and compares its happiness degree to the same rich family who is eating buffet all day if handed over to the same sandwich. Is not that a big difference?

Somewhere he was sitting on a greyhound bus, he rolled in the book and his fingers banged the rhythm above his knees. Somewhere, there, he graffiti on the napkin and settled in a quiet corner of the crowded bar. Somewhere, he realized his dream, not from a train or a wasteful night - it does not end because we never said good-bye that we are not good at the middle. Once, I have a friend, I just spoke to him through poetry. His words are the most disappointing to me. His voice pulled me back to the shore. I am not a built facade, it is not the burden I brought, I am not the one I thought hard and I love myself for who I am. Through my adolescent failure, through my dull Epiphany, he loves me through my talent. His love has made my spirals, my turns and my turns ever get through - as before - as usual - his words brought hope to me