International Ultramarine Corps
The International Ultramarine Corps, formerly the Ultramarine Corps, is a fictional team of superheroes published by DC Comics. They first appeared in DC One Million #2 (November 1998), and were created by Grant Morrison and Howard Porter.
History
The Corps was created by the U.S. as a government-sponsored group of superhumans to rival the more independent Justice League. Led by General Wade Eiling, the original members of the team were Flow, 4-D, Pulse 8 and Warmaker One. During a fight with the JLA, the UMC realised that Eiling was dangerously insane and that they were on the wrong side; they then sided with the League against their leader.
Having developed a mistrust of governments, the Corps subsequently declared themselves independent of any and all nations and built a free-floating city in which to dwell, which they named Superbia and set in the air above the ruins of Montevideo. They put out a call to other disaffected superheroes to join them in their city, and received a number of responses from around the globe, although the total population and demographics of Superbia are unknown.
Traffic flow (computer networking)
In packet switching networks, traffic flow, packet flow or network flow is a sequence of packets from a source computer to a destination, which may be another host, a multicast group, or a broadcast domain. RFC 2722 defines traffic flow as "an artificial logical equivalent to a call or connection."RFC 3697 defines traffic flow as "a sequence of packets sent from a particular source to a particular unicast, anycast, or multicast destination that the source desires to label as a flow. A flow could consist of all packets in a specific transport connection or a media stream. However, a flow is not necessarily 1:1 mapped to a transport connection." Flow is also defined in RFC 3917 as "a set of IP packets passing an observation point in the network during a certain time interval."
Conceptual description
A flow can be uniquely identified by the following parameters within a certain time period:
Rapping
Rapping (or emceeing,MCing,spitting bars,or rhyming) is "spoken or chanted rhyming lyrics". The components of rapping include "content", "flow" (rhythm and rhyme), and "delivery". Rapping is distinct from spoken-word poetry in that it is performed in time to a beat. Rapping is often associated with and a primary ingredient of hip-hop music, but the origins of the phenomenon can be said to predate hip-hop culture by centuries. It can also be found in alternative rock such as that of Cake, gorrilaz and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Rapping is also used in Kwaito music, a genre that originated in Johannesburg, South Africa, and is composed of hip-hop elements.
Rapping can be delivered over a beat or without accompaniment. Stylistically, rap occupies a gray area between speech, prose, poetry, and singing. The word (meaning originally "to hit") as used to describe quick speech or repartee predates the musical form. The word had been used in British English since the 16th century. It was part of the African-American dialect of English in the 1960s meaning "to converse", and very soon after that in its present usage as a term denoting the musical style. Today, the terms "rap" and "rapping" are so closely associated with hip-hop music that many use the terms interchangeably.
La huida
Ella tiene quince primaveras, pocas mentiras que contar,
dos pendientes de primero y aún no ha visto el mar.
Mientras lo espera sobre la acera, se derrumba el mundo.
Él tiene dieciseis agostos y una nube que robó,
y versos de Extremoduro volando en la habitación.
Mientras la sueña copia un poema que luego hará suyo.
Y como cada tarde, la ciudad se detiene en el instante
en el que él la pasa a recoger.
"Qué tal en clase?". "Llegaste tarde". "No me riñas, ven".
Y ella aprieta contra el pecho la carpeta, y en el cielo
anémonas de humo, antenas de coral.
"Si quieres, mi vida, te rapto yo un día y te llevo a ver el mar".
Una tarde como otra cualquiera él la pasará a buscar
con el alma en un pañuelo, con el coche de papá.
"Sube al barco, niña. Ésta es la huida que te prometí".
Ojalá que tengan suerte, tal y como lo soñamos,
y al paraíso les lleva a la Nacional 4.
"Amor, por qué lloras? Qué es lo que te pasa?" "Será que soy feliz".
Y nada más pasar Despeñaperros se les echa encima el sueño
y las ganas de compartir sudores.
"Paro y nos dormimos". Fuera queda el frio con la oscura noche.
Al rato, el coche queda lleno de vahos y de vuelos,
en playas infinitas, carretera sin fin.
Arenas desiertas, mil atardeceres que acaban en ti.
No será la luz del alba lo que los despertará,
ni una gran ola rugiendo, no será el olor a sal:
una pareja de picoletos pegándoles voces.
Como el cristal de los sueños, de camino al cuartelillo.
Se han quebrado un par de vidas entre broncas y gritos.
A quién se le ocurre? Se deshace una nube y una ola se rompe.
Y ya de vuelta a la ciudad, donde nunca sabe a sal,
la piel y la lluvia, que a veces te besa,
se van para casa, escuchan aullidos, golpes que no cesan.
Los viejos les prohibieron la salida, el tiempo fue arando sus vidas,
quemando poemas, carretera sin fin.
De vuelta hacia casa mil atardeceres que acaban sin ti.
La ciudad se siguió derrumbando, en la acera mientras tanto
anémonas de humo, antenas de coral.
Él se pierde en la bruma, ella sólo recuerda cuando mira el mar.
Le asalta la duda de estar viva y recuerda alguna huida
cuando aún no sabía mentir.
"Amor, por qué lloras? Qué es lo que te pasa?" "Será que soy feliz".
