Does Precious Die

[Bartie Spalitto]

Fromwhat i found on SO .SECONDARY does not work with patterns ( % ), but even with knowing that i wonder if it is by design or if it is a bug in make. ( .SECONDARY for a pattern rule with GNU Make and Makefile pattern rule either ignores phony rule or spontaneously deletes output file )

I have recently put interest in buying gold and silver. Since these precious metals are without a fixed price, which changes from time to time, I need to track it in my account somehow and enter exchange rates accordingly. Unfortunately, nothing like gold or silver is listed in currency accounts (however Bitcoin is). It seems obvious that precious metals could also be listed in currencies, so it would be easy converting money into it.

The only plausible solution I have though of was putting it in my Fixed assets and by adjusting accumulated deprecation, but this sounds strange, because on you sell your metals, you are left with disposed value despite of entering new value as you buy gold, etc.

Is there a way to enter a new currency like XAU ir XAG and just adjust its exchange rates from time to time? That would be more than a simple solution.

If I were you, I register in inventory as 0 value, whenever you bought the gold, ensure the value is entered as when you purchase, then tag it in description something like current market price as of date to differentiate among the batch of gold, in accounting is always on historical value, not futures.

Gold has intrinsic value and it is constant, what not constant is the currency (fiat money), You can only determine the value by manually calculate outside of manager, in other words in manager only relevant recording as physical stock count.

If you want to track share and other monetary investments, I would suggest that an accounting package is not your best option. Google Microsoft Money Sunset edition and MSMoneyQuotes for a free alternative

I think I will stick to accounting it for in my Inventory items. Too bad that developers do not have plans to add it to currency account as they did with Bitcoin. Thank you everyone for your answers and help. Appreciated!

Gold / SIlver can be currency when they are minted @brucanna, just like libya, USA government and IMF hate it. Now waiting for China ditch US currency and made their Yuan Minted in gold. hehehehe. I have Canadian minted gold which is legal tender. Maple gold.

I ran across this phrase in a video made by an Australian walking the Camino de Santiago. He describes a horrible sleep-deprived night and suffering from food poisoning, and states that he's feeling a little precious. =4dqOI87nSU0 at 1:09:25. I assumed from the context it meant wasted or shaky. In this blog entry there's a similar use, I believe also from an Australian:

It was a good night as everyone celebrates throughout the city just as we do at home. Woke up the next day feeling a little precious and was having a coffee and looked at a stamp I had on my hand from a bar we went to.

Matt is feeling a little precious about a couple of scams he's fallen in to over the last couple of days. The first one was when he asked me the time one morning and I mistakenly read my watch as 6.30am - off he went running at 5.30am. He was a tad confused to get back at 6.20am. The second I will let him explain but when you read it bear in mind how many years he spent dealing with reps and suppliers getting the best possible price for shop stock. Right Matt here. Absolutely gutted yesterday got conned by a gypsy woman about 4 foot 6 and with only one tooth.

Not a word I've ever looked up, but I always take it to mean a combination of bruised/sore/inward looking/selfish. You've been injured in some way, physically or mentally, and you've retreated to 'lick your wounds'. You are feeling hyper-sensitive and guarding yourself against further hurt. This may just mean lying low for a while, but it could mean behaving selfishly, depending on the context.

There's also the usage where, for example a writer is precious about his or her work. This means, again, they are hyper-sensitive to criticism and disinclined to change anything despite good advice from editors etc.

The film's first story is about Precious herself, a character whose endlessly miserable life is like something out of The Trojan Women: When she's not getting raped and impregnated by her father, she's getting sexually, physically, and verbally abused by her mother Mary (Mo'Nique.) She even gets pushed around by strangers on the street.

I found myself rooting for Precious, caring for her, right away. That's partly because of Gabourey "Gabby" Sidibe's crazy-magical acting. Even though Precious guards herself by shutting down whenever her mother is around, we can always see what's crackling beneath the girl's surface. We can see that she still has the capacity for happiness and tenderness and love, even if she doesn't have an outlet for them.

Precious' inner life is expanded by director Lee Daniels and screenwriter Geoffrey Fletcher, who add fantasy sequences that aren't in Sapphire's novel. While Precious is getting raped, for instance, she imagines herself at a movie premiere. When her mother is viciously forcing her to overeat, Precious imagines she's in a Sofia Loren movie, where her mother treats her like she's a countess.

These scenes are stirring because they show us the Precious that wants to be born. Buried inside her miserable life, there's a sweet, thoughtful, poetic young woman, and when the movie cuts back to the world where she's forced to live, the brief vision of her imagination has made her reality even harder to watch.

But that's not what breaks my heart. What really gets me---what has got me tearing up right now, frankly---are the little ways Precious does try to bring her fantasy life into reality. There's this one scene where Precious leaves the house to go to an alternative school---she's been kicked out of her regular school---and before she goes, she carefully matches her headband to her t-shirt.

In other words, she makes an effort to look nice before strolling through the battlefield. Daniels heavily underlines the bleakness of Harlem, and that sense of hopelessness knocks me back like a stench. And yet here's Precious, the most pitiful case in a pitiful world, still caring enough to look cute.

As much as any fantasy sequence, that gesture reveals the girl inside the shell. You don't dress up unless you hope that someone will see you. Unless you want to be seen. Once she put that headband on, I wanted to run into the movie, tell Precious she was beautiful, and then take her out of there. I wanted to save her because she was still trying to save herself.

And that's the thrust of the "Precious story:" A girl who has no reason to live keeps finding reasons to live. She gets stomped and stomped and stomped, but she still goes to an alternative school that will help her learn to read and write; she still does sweet things for her baby; and she still tries to make friends.

If this were Slumdog Millionaire, that kind of resilience would send Precious to a better life. But this isn't Slumdog Millionaire. At the climax of the film, we learn that Precious's father has died of HIV. Her baby doesn't have it, but Precious does.

So for all her imagination and spark, Precious is going to die. (For a poor black woman in Harlem in 1987, HIV was a death sentence.) All that work she's doing, and she cannot save herself. The Precious story doesn't end with hope---with the dream of our heroine's future---because our heroine has no future. All she can do is live her final days with as much happiness and dignity as possible.

To paraphrase Roger Ebert's review, the film's hope comes from alternative school teacher Blu Rain (Paula Patton) and from social worker Mrs. Weiss (Mariah Carey), both of whom see Precious' terrible life and want to help her.

Both of these women are part of a system of social aid, and in this movie, that system stops the long, terrible cycle in Precious' family. First, in the form of Ms. Rain's class, it teaches Precious that she doesn't have to be part of the abusive legacy anymore---that she can love herself. Then, in a breathtaking scene in Mrs. Weiss' office, the system gets Mary to explain why she's so terrible, which seems to make Mary feel some empathy for her daughter. And then, in one of the last moments of the film, Precious tells her mother that's she's never coming home. She takes her newborn baby and she leaves.

That's where the system really works. It's too late for Precious, but because of the system's support, she takes an action that might free her son from his mother's miserable fate. She sets him on a path toward self-confidence and love.

That reminds me of the end of the Oresteia, when the Furies become the Eumenides. No one can raise the Greeks who have died, but the people can take mournful comfort in knowing that it doesn't have to be this way anymore. Precious doesn't get a happy ending, but as she heads toward her own death, she can know that a happy ending may be possible for her child.

Of course, Precious takes place in 1987. We can go to Harlem right now and see that there are still plenty of people who suffer there. So what should we do about it? Should we pump our energy into the systems that try to help the poor and abused? Maybe we should. Maybe we can spare the next generation from the fate that befell their ancestors. Precious, at least, encourages us to try.

It has been about a year and a half of working three days a week in response to burnout. It took me six months to regain the ability to do anything beyond resting the moment I was done working, and in the past year I have recovered much of my ability to function, though not necessarily in the sense of spending eight hours in an office - that is forever gone. Instead, I find myself producing all sorts of things that I never had the time, energy, or spark for when I was spending thirty minutes commuting to the city, crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of the populace, a further eight hours in the hideous lighting of an open-plan office, and closing out with a final thirty minutes commuting back home. This is the life lived by most knowledge workers, and it was one where people sometimes openly envied me for, after a few months of acclimatizing, having the energy to go to the gym consistently after work. And, just between the internet and me, I was leaving the office a half-hour early without permission, three times a week, so that the squat rack wouldn't be totally occupied or I wouldn't have even been getting that done.

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