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  • 'Fighting' Bob Martin (November 11, 1897 - 1978) was a heavyweight boxing champion who became the Heavyweight Champion of the American Expeditionary Forces and Inter-Allied Armies during World War I. He fought against future heavyweight champion, Gene Tunney, in 1918, but lost in 4 rounds.
  • Robert Douglas "Bob" Martin (born 7 December 1945) is a former Australian politician. He was the Labor Party member for Port Stephens in the New South Wales Legislative Assembly from 1988 to 1999.
  • Robert (Bob) W. Martin (born October 7, 1969, in Minneapolis, Minnesota) is an American professional basketball player, formerly in the NBA.
  • Remove the innards of (fish or poultry) prior to cooking
  • make clean by removing dirt, filth, or unwanted substances from; "Clean the stove!"; "The dentist cleaned my teeth"
  • Make (something or someone) free of dirt, marks, or mess, esp. by washing, wiping, or brushing
  • free from dirt or impurities; or having clean habits; "children with clean shining faces"; "clean white shirts"; "clean dishes"; "a spotlessly clean house"; "cats are clean animals"
  • clean and jerk: a weightlift in which the barbell is lifted to shoulder height and then jerked overhead
  • A system of words, letters, figures, or other symbols substituted for other words, letters, etc., esp. for the purposes of secrecy
  • A system of signals, such as sounds, light flashes, or flags, used to send messages
  • attach a code to; "Code the pieces with numbers so that you can identify them later"
  • A series of letters, numbers, or symbols assigned to something for the purposes of classification or identification
  • a set of rules or principles or laws (especially written ones)
  • a coding system used for transmitting messages requiring brevity or secrecy
bob martin clean code - Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan - No Direction Home
Bob Dylan - No Direction Home
The two-part film includes never-seen performance footage and interviews with artists and musicians whose lives intertwined with Dylan’s during that time. For the first time on camera, Dylan talks openly and extensively about this critical period in his career.

It's virtually impossible to approach No Direction Home without a cluster of fixed ideas. Who doesn't have their own private Dylan? The true excellence of Martin Scorsese's achievement lies in how his documentary shakes us free of our comfortable assumptions. In the process, it plays out on several levels at once, each taking shape as an unfailingly fascinating narrative. There is, of course, the central story of an individual genius staking out his artistic identity. But along with this Bildungsroman come other threads and contexts: most notably, the role of popular culture in postwar America, art's self-reliance versus its social responsibilities, and fans' complicity with the publicity machine in sustaining myths. All of these threads reinforce each other, together weaving the film's intricate texture.
Scorsese's 200-plus-minute focus on Dylan's earliest years allows for a portrayal of unprecedented depth, with multiple angles: a rich composite photo is the result. The main narrative has an epic quality: it moves from Dylan growing up in cold-war Minnesota through Greenwich Village coffeehouses and the Newport Folk Festival, climaxing in the controversial 1966 U.K. tour that crowned a period of unbridled and explosive creativity. In his transition from Robert Allen Zimmerman to Bob Dylan, we observe him concocting his impossible-to-describe, unique combination of the topical with the archaic, like an ancient oracle. Scorsese was able to access previously unseen footage from the Dylan archives, including performances, press conferences, and recording sessions. He also uses interviews with Dylan's friends, ex-friends, and fellow artists, and, intriguingly, with the notoriously reclusive Dylan himself (who looks back to provide glosses on the early years), fusing what could have turned into a tiresome series of digressions and tangents into a powerful whole as enlightening, eccentric, contradictory, and ultimately irreducible as its subject.
Some of the deeply personal bits remain unrevealed, but Dylan's preternatural self-assurance acquires a slightly self-deprecating, even comic edge via some of his reflective comments. Alongside the arrogance, we see touching moments of the young artist's reverence for Woody Guthrie and Johnny Cash. Joan Baez, in a poignant confessional mood, comes off well, and the late Allen Ginsberg is so seraphically charming he almost steals the show a few times. A crucial throughline is Dylan's hunger for recognition and ability to shape perceptions so that would be singled out as not just another dime-a-dozen folk singer. It's illuminating--particularly for those familiar with the artist's latter-day aloofness on stage--to see his reactions to audience booing in the wake of his "betrayal" in this fuller context. No Direction Home also makes clear--in a way that wasn't possible in D.A. Pennebaker's iconic Don't Look Back--how Dylan's ability to manipulate his persona always, at its core, protects the urge for expression: Dylan's ultimate mandate, as an artist, is never to be pinned down. As Scorsese masterfully shows, the myth around Dylan only grows bigger the more we discover about him. --Thomas May
DVD features: This two-disc set of Scorsese's full two-part documentary includes treats such as Dylan working on a song at his hotel during the UK tour as well as performing several songs as in concert or on TV.
More for the Dylanologist
No Direction Home: The Soundtrack
Chronicles: Volume One (paperback edition)
Bob Dylan Scrapbook

Don't Look Back
The Bob Dylan Bootleg Series
The Last Waltz

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You are here: Home / Daily Snap The runaway garden 6 February 2011 Leave a Comment The last two weeks have thrown wild extremes of weather at us – wind (read that as howling gales), rain (read that as downpours) and sun (read as, well that round heat generator in the sky). Nothing new you might think for someone living in the Wellington region. But oh no, combine all three and you get a tropical climate like one I’ve never experienced here before. The garden is of course loving the wet and warmth. Just one week back at work and the kitchen garden has become a runaway leaving me way behind. Things are growing like crazy and it’s hard to keep up. Things are green and lush in unnatural ways for this time of year. I’m determined to tame it’s exuberance today – or at least get rid of the masses of weeds, harvest the beans and tie up the sweetpeas and put canes in for that third sowing of peas. I can feel the pain in my legs just thinking about all that bending and stretching. But no gain without pain eh? Read more posts: Backyard Pantry, Daily Snap, Garden The cloud 5 February 2011 Leave a Comment I wandered up from the kitchen garden on Tuesday night and saw this cloud hanging over the hill behind. It was visualisation of what I was feeling. High above that cloud my in-laws were in their plane to Auckland. After weeks of cohabitation we are back to our pack – two of us and two hounds. It’s fascinating that when I tell people that I’ve had my in-laws to stay. Their eyes roll up and give that grin which says “oh poor you”. It’s sharp knocked off their face when I tell them it’s been great. Lots of fun and wonderful to have had the extra help. I’d go as far as to say that parental cohabitation is a much underrated thing. Or perhaps I’m just still basking in the afterglow of finishing most of my summer chores. After an extended summer break it’s all go again in the Domestic Executive office. Getting back into the swing of work has not been hard, it’s just the balancing act between domestic and executive has started all over again. Gone are the days of the laundry mysteriously going from the washing machine to the line to the ironing board and back into my closet with me having to do a thing. Back are the days when I have to wear a watch and carry my phone so I don’t miss the commuter run. I miss the banter, the background noise of the kettle working overtime. The team work in the garden and the kitchen. I miss the long conversations over meals on the veranda and having dog walking companions. The void has created a temporary cloud – the one that points it’s finger at you and says “what do you expect if you move to the other side of the world?”. Fair point. Cruel but true. Read more posts: Daily Snap, Snapshots All new, er …. sort of 5 February 2011 4 Comments I’ve had the drains up here at Domestic Executive HQ. The plumbing was looking a little rotten in places, there were leaks and all manner of gremlins lurking. To flush out the waterworks I have upgraded all the software and put on a new outfit. I have grand plans but for now I wanted to get the new look up and running before getting too ambitious. That’s code for when I get time I’ll carry on tinkering but for now we’ll make do with what we’ve got. A quick word for those less tech savvy about finding your way around from the home page: BIG PICTURES: the rotating big pictures on the front page are some of my favourite pictures and for now they link to a selection of posts e.g. bassets, photography, daily snap. In time they’ll link to my photography galleries. LITTLE PICTURES: these are the latest posts and you just click on the photo to take you there. TWITTER FEEDS: these are the micro blog posts of both Martin and I posted on Twitter. Daily thoughts and links we find interesting. Don’t forget to follow if you’re a twitterer yourself. You can of course use the navigation menus in the usual way. If you want to make it easy on yourself and get the latest posts direct you subscribe through your RSS, Twitter and Facebook from the top bar on the home page. Hope you like the freshen up. Would love to know what you think. Any complaints see my alter-ego! Read more posts: Daily Snap, Snapshots Holiday routines 31 January 2011 1 Comment Kiwi’s tend to binge on holidays. When I started work here in New Zealand I was shocked by the fact that over 50% of people in my department hadn’t had any significant time off work for more than a year. They took just the public statutory holidays and their annual leave entitlement was being squirreled away for a long break which would generally be for a long winter trip overseas or a long holiday at home over the summer. For years it was always my policy to have a holiday every 3 months and not to return from one break without having the next booked or planned for. The thought of not taking a holiday for months on end is not something I could ever contemplate. Now I am self employed taki
Bob Martin
Bob Martin
Vice President for University Advancement Bob Martin poses for a photo in front of the Old Main Administrative building on the campus of Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Illinois on August 25, 2011. (Jay Grabiec)

bob martin clean code
bob martin clean code
Martin/ F. Weber Bob Ross Master Paint Set
Let Bob Ross, host of tv's popular joy of painting show get you started painting beautiful landscapes. This master set contains eight bob ross oil colors (each 37-milliliter), one tube of bob ross liquid white (118-milliliter), one bob ross number 10 landscape knife, one 1-inch bob ross landscape brush, one 2-inch bob ross background brush, one number 6 bob ross fan brush, one number 2 bob ross script liner brush, one 1-hour DVD, complete full-color instructions to complete the Mountain Summit painting. Requires use of standard DVD player to use DVD. Conforms to ASTM D4236. Made in USA.

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