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Professional Microsoft SQL Server Analysis Services
2008 with MDX Wrox Programmer to Programmer 1st
Edition Sivakumar Harinath Digital Instant Download
Author(s): Sivakumar Harinath, Robert Zare, Sethu Meenakshisundaram, Matt
Carroll, Denny Guang-Yeu Lee
ISBN(s): 9780470247983, 0470247983
Edition: 1
File Details: PDF, 18.61 MB
Year: 2009
Language: english
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Professional Microsoft® SQL Server®
Analysis Services 2008 with MDX
Introduction .............................................................................................. xxix
Part I: Introduction
Chapter 1: Introduction to Data Warehousing and SQL Server 2008 Analysis
Services ........................................................................................3
Chapter 2: First Look at Analysis Services 2008 ...........................................23
Chapter 3: Introduction to MDX ....................................................................67
Chapter 4: Working with Data Sources and Data Source Views ......................93
Chapter 5: Dimension Design ......................................................................117
Chapter 6: Cube Design ..............................................................................161
Chapter 7: Administering Analysis Services .................................................197
Part II: Advanced Topics
Chapter 8: Advanced Dimension Design ......................................................245
Chapter 9: Advanced Cube Design ..............................................................285
Chapter 10: Advanced Topics in MDX ..........................................................367
Chapter 11: Extending MDX Using External Functions .................................395
Chapter 12: Data Writeback .......................................................................413
Part III: Advanced Administration and
Performance Optimization
Chapter 13: Programmatic and Advanced Administration .............................441
Chapter 14: Designing for Performance .......................................................457
Chapter 15: Analyzing and Optimizing Query Performance ............................517
Part IV: Integration with Microsoft Products
Chapter 16: Data Mining.............................................................................553
Chapter 17: Analyzing Cubes Using Microsoft Office Components ................601
Chapter 18: Using Data Mining with Office 2007 .........................................677
Continues
Chapter 19: Integration Services ................................................................747
Chapter 20: Reporting Services ..................................................................779
Part V: Scenarios
Chapter 21: Designing Real-Time Cubes ......................................................833
Chapter 22: Securing Your Data in Analysis Services ...................................855
Chapter 23: Inventory Scenarios .................................................................897
Chapter 24: Financial Scenarios..................................................................923
Chapter 25: Web Analytics .........................................................................951
Appendix A: MDX Functions ........................................................................991
Index .........................................................................................................993
Professional
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Analysis Services 2008 with MDX
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Matt Carroll
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Robert Zare
Denny Guang-Yeu Lee
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Acknowledgments
Wow!!! It has been an amazing 15 months from when we decided to partner in writing this book. The
first edition of this book started when Siva jokingly mentioned to his wife the idea of writing a book on
SQL Server Analysis Services 2005. She took it seriously and motivated him to start working on the idea
in October 2003. Because the first edition was well received, Siva identified co-authors for the new
edition. All the co-authors of this book were part of the SQL Server team when they started writing this
book. As always, there are so many people who deserve mentioning that we are afraid we will miss
someone. If you are among those missed, please accept our humblest apologies. We first need to thank
the managers of each co-author and Kamal Hathi, Product Unit Manager of the Analysis Services team
for permission to moonlight. Siva specifically thanks his manager Lon Fisher for his constant
encouragement and support to help Analysis Services customers. We thank our editors, Bob Elliott and
Kelly Talbot, who supported us right from the beginning but also prodded us along, which was
necessary to make sure the book was published on time.
We would like to thank our technical reviewers, Ron Pihlgren and Prashant Dhingra, who graciously
offered us their assistance and significantly helped in improving the content and samples in the book.
We thank Akshai Mirchandani, Wayne Robertson, Leah Etienne, and Grant Paisley for their
contributions in the book for Chapters 5, 6, 14, 17, and 18. We thank all our colleagues in the Analysis
Services product team (including Developers, Program Managers, and Testers) who helped us in
accomplishing the immense feat of writing the book on a development product. To the Analysis Services
team, special thanks go to Akshai Mirchandani, T. K. Anand, Cristian Petculescu, Bogdan Crivat, Dana
Cristofor, Marius Dumitru, Andrew Garbuzov, Bo Simmons, and Richard Tkachuk from the SQL Server
Customer Advisory team for patiently answering our questions or providing feedback to enhance the
content of the book.
Most importantly, we owe our deepest thanks to our wonderful families. Without their support and
sacrifice, this book would have become one of those many projects that begins and never finishes. Our
families were the ones who truly took the brunt of it and sacrificed shared leisure time, all in support of
our literary pursuit. We especially want to thank them for their patience with us, and the grace it took to
not kill us during some of the longer work binges.
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“And now to supper,” said the dear. “Roast chicken. And
gooseberry pie. And cream.”
And while they ate the brown chicken, with bread sauce 52
and gravy and stuffing, and the gooseberry pie and
cream, the aunt told them of her day.
“Never mind, old girl,” said Edred kindly. “I’ll call you
Lady Arden whenever you like.”
“How would you like,” asked the aunt, “to go over and
live at the castle now?”
“To-night?”
“No, no,” she laughed; “next week. You see, I must try
to let this house, and I shall be very busy. Mrs.
Honeysett, the old lady who used to keep house for
your great-uncle, wrote to the lawyers and asked if we
would employ her. I remember her when I was a little
girl; she is a dear, and knows heaps of old songs. How
would you like to be there with her while I finish up
here and get rid of the lodgers? Oh, there’s that bell
again! I don’t think we’ll have any bells at the castle,
shall we?”
So that was how it was arranged. The aunt stayed at
the bow-windowed house to arrange the new furniture
—for the house was to be let furnished—and to pack up
the beautiful old things that were real Arden things, and
the children went in the carrier’s cart, with their clothes
and their toys in two black boxes, and in their hearts a
world of joyous anticipations.
Oh, but it was fine, to unpack one’s own box—to lay out
one’s clothes in long, cedar-wood drawers, fronted with
curved polished mahogany; to draw back the neat
muslin blinds from lattice-paned windows that had
always been Arden windows; to look out, as so many
Ardens must have done, over land that, as far as one
could see, had belonged to one’s family in old days.
That it no longer belonged hardly mattered at all to the
romance of hearts only ten and twelve years old.
55
“Why not? It’s all his own, bless his dear heart.”
So they explored.
“Rot!” was her brother’s brief reply, and they went on.
“Well?”
“Have you?”
“‘Mole, mole,
Come out of your hole;
I know you’re blind,
But I don’t mind.’”
“Well?”
“If any one’s got to make it, it’s me,” said Edred. “You’re
not Lord Arden.”
Elfrida buried her head in her hands and thought till her
forehead felt as large as a mangel-wurzel, and her
blood throbbed in it like a church clock ticking.
Then there was silence, except for the pigeons and the
skylarks, and the mooing of a cow at a distant red-
roofed farm.
“Will this do?” she said at last, lifting her head from her
hands and her elbows from the grass; there were deep
dents and lines on her elbows made by the grass-stalks
she had leaned on so long.
“It’s the first I ever made,” said Elfrida, of the hot ears.
“Perhaps it’ll be better next time.”
“Choose——?”
“Well, when you’ve done that,” said the mole, “look for
the door.”
“Yes,” said her brother. “Yes, Lady Arden; and now I’m
going to be nice, too. And where shall we look for the
door?”
This problem occupied them till tea-time. After tea they
decided to paint—with the new paint-box and the
beautiful new brushes. Elfrida wanted to paint Mr.
Millar’s illustrations in “The Amulet,” and Edred wanted
to paint them, too. This could not be, as you will see if
you have the book. Edred contended that they were his
paints. Elfrida reminded him that it was her book. The
heated discussion that followed ended quite suddenly
and breathlessly.
“No more would I,” said Elfrida. “Oh, Edred, is this being
nice to each other for twenty-four hours?”
And at last a day came when each held its temper with
a strong bit. They began by being very polite to each
other, and presently it grew to seem like a game.
“Let’s call each other Lord and Lady Arden all the time,
and pretend that we’re no relation,” said Elfrida. And
really that helped tremendously. It is wonderful how
much more polite you can be to outsiders than you can
to your relations, who are, when all’s said and done, the
people you really love.
“More likely that mole was kidding us,” said the boy.
“If you don’t stop,” said the girl, putting her fingers in
her ears, “I won’t look for the door at all. No, I don’t
mean to be aggravating; but please don’t. You know I
hate it.”
“There isn’t any old door,” said Edred. “I told you that
mole was pulling our leg.”
“There isn’t, all the same,” said Edred. “Well, come on.”
“This,” she said, putting her hand out till it rested on the
panel, all spread out like a pink starfish,—“this is the
door.”
She felt for the handle, turned it, and went in, still
pulling at Edred’s hand and with the blue scarf still on
her eyes. Edred followed.
“Oh!” said Edred. “I’m kind and wise now. I feel it inside
me. So now we’ve got the treasure. We’ll rebuild the
castle.”
The clothes in the first chest were full riding cloaks and 71
long boots, short-waisted dresses and embroidered
scarves, tight breeches and coats with bright buttons.
There were very interesting waistcoats and odd-shaped
hats. One, a little green one, looked as though it would
fit Edred. He tried it on. And at the same minute Elfrida
lifted out a little straw bonnet trimmed with blue
ribbons. “Here’s one for me,” she said, and put it on.
But when they got out of the door they saw that Mrs. 72
Honeysett, or some one else, must have been very busy
while they were on the other side of it, for the floor of
the gallery was neatly swept and polished; a strip of
carpet, worn, but clean, ran along it, and prints hung
straight and square on the cleanly, whitewashed walls,
and there was not a cobweb to be seen anywhere. The
children opened the gallery doors as they went along,
and every room was neat and clean—no dust, no
tattered curtains, only perfect neatness and a sort of
rather bare comfort showed in all the rooms. Mrs.
Honeysett was in none of them. There were no
workmen about, yet the baize door was gone, and in its
stead was a door of old wood, very shaky and crooked.
There sat a very upright old lady and a very upright old
gentleman, and their clothes were not the clothes
people wear nowadays. They were like the clothes the
children themselves had on. The old lady was hemming
a fine white frill; the old gentleman was reading what
looked like a page from some newspaper.
“To teach you respect for your elders,” said the old
gentleman, “you had best get by heart one of Dr.
Watts’s Divine and Moral Songs. I leave you to see to it,
my lady.”
73
He laid down the sheet and went out, very straight and 74
dignified, and without quite knowing how it happened
the children found themselves sitting on two little stools
in a room that was, and was not, the parlour in which
they had had that hopeful eggy breakfast, each holding
a marbled side of Dr. Watts’s Hymns.
I don’t know how it was that Elfrida saw this and Edred
didn’t. Perhaps because she was a girl, perhaps because
she was two years older than he. They looked
hopelessly at the bright sunlight outside, and then at
the dull, small print of the marble-backed book.
THE TIMES.
June 16, 1807.
76
CHAPTER III
IN BONEY’S TIMES
Edred crept back to his stool, and took his corner of the
marble-backed book of Dr. Watts with fingers that
trembled. If you are inclined to despise him, consider
that it was his first real adventure. Even in ordinary life,
and in the time he naturally lived in, nothing particularly
thrilling had ever happened to happen to him until he
became Lord Arden and explored Arden Castle. And now
he and Elfrida had not only discovered a disused house
and a wonderful garret with chests in it, but had been
clothed by mysterious pigeon noises in clothes
belonging to another age. But, you will say, pigeon
noises can’t clothe you in anything, whatever it belongs
to. Well, that was just what Edred told himself at the
time. And yet it was certain that they did. This sort of
thing it was that made the whole business so
mysterious. Further, he and his sister had managed
somehow to go back a hundred years. He knew this
quite well, though he had no evidence but that one
sheet of newspaper. He felt it, as they say, in his bones.
I don’t know how it was, perhaps the air felt a hundred
years younger. Shepherds and country people can tell
the hour of night by the feel of the air. So perhaps very
sensitive people can tell the century by much the same
means. These, of course, would be the people to whom
adventures in times past or present would be likely to
happen. We must always consider what is likely,
especially when we are reading stories about unusual
things.
“Silence!”
Presently she laid down the Times and got ink and 78
paper—no envelopes—and began to write. She was
finishing a letter, the large sheet was almost covered on
one side. When she had covered it quite, she turned it
round and began to write across it. She used a white
goose-quill pen. The inkstand was of china, with gold
scrolls and cupids and wreaths of roses painted on it.
On one side was the ink-well, on the other a thing like a
china pepper-pot, and in front a tray for the pens and
sealing-wax to lie in. Both children now knew their
unpleasant poem by heart; so they watched the old
lady, who was grandmother to the children she
supposed them to be. When she had finished writing
she sprinkled some dust out of the pepper-pot over the
letter to dry the ink. There was no blotting-paper to be
seen. Then she folded the sheet, and sealed it with a
silver seal from the pen-tray, and wrote the address on
the outside. Then—
“Then come and say it. No, no; you know better than
that. Feet in the first position, hands behind you, heads
straight, and do not fidget with your feet.”
“Now,” said the old lady, “you may go and play in the
garden.”
“Yes; but you are not to stay in the ‘George’ bar, mind, 79
not even if Mrs. Skinner should invite you. Just hand her
the letter and come out. Shut the door softly, and do
not shuffle with your feet.”
“We must find some one we can trust, and tell them the
truth,” said Elfrida.
“There isn’t any one,” said Edred, “that I’d trust. You
can’t trust the sort of people who stick this sort of baby
flummery round a chap’s neck.” He crumpled his
starched frill with hot, angry fingers.
“Let’s go back to the attic and try and get back into our
own time. I expect we just got in to the wrong door,
don’t you? Let’s go now.”
“It’s not the first door, I’m certain,” said Edred, so they
opened the second. But it was not that either. So then
they tried all the doors in turn, even opening, at last,
the first one of all. And it was not that, even. It was not
any of them.
“It’s the only one,” said the girl. And it was. For though
they hunted all over the house, upstairs and downstairs,
and tried every door, the door of the attic they could not
find again. And what is more, when they came to count
up, there were fifty-seven doors without it.
“Hold your noise,” said the owner of the fat arms, who
now proved to be a very stout woman in a chocolate-
coloured print gown sprigged with blue roses. She had a
large linen apron and a cap with flappy frills, and
between the frills just such another good, kind, jolly
face as Mrs. Honeysett’s own. “Here, stop your mouths,”
she said, “or your granny’ll be after you—to say nothing
of Boney. Stop your crying, do, and see what cookie’s
got for you.”
“No,” said Elfrida; “but I’m sure you did. Only what are 83
we to do?”
“You’re not deceiving poor cookie, are you now, like you
did about the French soldiers being hid in the windmill,
upsetting all the village like you did?”
“Well, all’s not gone ill yet,” said Elfrida, wriggling her
neck in its prickly muslin tucker. “Let’s go and see the
witch.”
“You’d best take her something—a screw of sugar she’d
like, and a pinch of tea.”
“Why, she’d not say ‘Thank you’ for it,” said Edred,
looking at the tiny packets.
“What war?”
“Nor you don’t remember how you killed all the white 85
butterflies last year because you said they were
Frenchies in their white coats? And the birching you got,
for cruelty to dumb animals, his lordship said. You
howled for an hour together after it, so you did.”
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