Turn it Upside Down

So. . . Markov Garden.

As I work on it, I’ve been finding little bits that I like particularly, and putting them here

Sometimes, however, it’s difficult to find something in particular, and you just have to include the entire output of a run.

“I don’t want dozens of people came to your own father, you young Rip? This boy is a little glass of Bordeaux to his forehead, he seemed to grow to be able to do so; but, no persuasion would extract a word with any reference to George Washington, which was already scrubbed throughout; and between the Concord and the Doctor disquieted. “I would not have gone so far as he used his blue cap. What did you look at, and such earnest youth and beauty, was far more as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the next pause, the counsel for and against. Among the first of the man who hungered, asked: “Is this rustic to be all of a country still containing himself, that Friday night in November, before the shoemaker replied:

“Indeed!” said Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, though not to be the old clerk; “we all have our various ways of gaining a livelihood. Some of the past.”

“Let me interrupt you for it is possible—that it may be taken down and praying agin me?”

“Is it possible!” exclaimed Mr. Lorry. “Yes—I—”

At any rate, I keep thinking “this weekend I’m going to release the books-only version” and then there’s some snag. One of these days it’s going to happen, but probably not in August. I think I’m going to be keeping busy at Temboo and testing for another belt at Stark Street Academy. Maybe if I take a few days off around Thanksgiving. Seems interminable, but I guess that’s the fate of side projects.


Whoah, classy!

So C and I went to the coast a few days ago, and while I did a fair amount of just gazing out at the serene yet mighty Pacific, I also made a concerted effort on Markov Garden. Because I’m that sort of person, it’s easy for me to look at the fact that MG has been in process for something like seven months without it being finished and get a little disheartened, but I’m trying to fight that off. I mean, it’s not as if I haven’t been working during that time.

Speaking of working, I went to OSCON as part of a Temboo brigade and sat at a booth and said things like “the cloud” and “api” a bajillion times. Not surprisingly for nerds, the OSCON badge has a random animal on it. I got a rhinoceros. I like rhinoceroses.



So I’m still pretty dazed. I was not able to replicate the feat of working first thing in the morning, but I’m going to continue to go to bed at an hour that will accommodate that act should I miraculously recover from my lingering illness overnight. This evening I started on design stuff, although I was hampered by the fact that I don’t have a very clear vision of what I want the page to look like. Still, blocking out some functional regions isn’t nothing. Let’s go with Doyle again.

“But I am so frightened!’ I panted.

“We have retained Lestrade, whom you helped in the grounds very nicely, Doctor,” he remarked after a painful and lingering disease, was never so much as I bent over her face blanched with terror, her hands in his chair and let me have a confused memory, too, of having abstracted it from the road to the whip, but before I speak.”

I had brought up and down the street, and I should—”

“Yes, it was the horrid scar which had been drawn from him by a person on Monday, at eleven o’clock, to Duncan Ross, and I stay at home. Tell us the bet is off, that is it.” It was damp, marshy ground, as is in a friendly footing?”

Holmes rose and sat down at me. “I find it as the dropping of a government appointment in the moonlight, and it has been here. I gave a little cry of satisfaction. For a long building, which proved, upon my companion, “I am no doubt strike you.”

“Oh, Anstruther would do you conceal yourselves behind those. Then, when I found how I employed my morning, or I may say before this gentleman and ascertaining what part he has little time, but come!’

“Yes, it was a good deal of brandy and smoked a cigar after all the morning until four in the course of action. I surprised you by beating upon her face. More than once observed to be the position in which we might give the alarm. If you two will take wiser heads than yours or mine,” he remarked, and bowing in a yellow-backed novel, and moving my chair a little disturbed, ‘did you give your casting vote to?”

Slow Preparation

So I decided to do something crazy. This morning I woke up early and actually did MG work before signing in at Temboo. I think it was a success. I just messed around with the templates that generate the web page, but it’s important not to let that stuff fall by the wayside. Obviously, I don’t have a particularly strong design mentality, but I’m trying to get over that. In fact, making stuff look nice is probably what I’m going to be focusing on all week. We’ll see how it goes.

Here’s something from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:

“Now, Mr. Holmes, and my wife as an old house, I may have afforded a finer field for the business to a more mysterious and inexplicable chain of events as narrated by this German who is at her and, as I have had to confess that I saw Arthur with the thick blue cloud-wreaths spinning up from him, and he had spent so short a time in Pentonville. One day he had not. Was there a few others which represent at least the initials of K. K. K. K. K. K., and why I did not advertise.”


“It missed him, then?”

“Oh, my God! Helen! It was no doubt that she alone had touched his heart. The devil knows best what he foresaw happened.”

“No, no; I call him a decidedly nautical appearance, and he seemed a different man to the roots of his chair, with his head on one side and looked back. It took all his strength of body and mind and fearless in carrying out her hand over his grounds and are residing alone in London.’

“Yes, sir. He and a perpetual smell of drink. Twice since I saw him motion like a pistol shot. Do you note the peculiar construction of the stairs, however, she met her end. Besides, there were no carpets and no confession could make out nothing save that the increased salary may recompense you for this last London season. I met him first at the rocket, rushed from the pool I heard a low, clear whistle, but the greeting appeared to read aloud to him.

“So much for the ugly wound upon my father.”

“My last client of the house where he was a few minutes he

Deep Breath

So I got what was probably a flu this weekend, but I draw on a deep (viscous, polychromatic) well of experience when I tell you that in terms of symptoms it was indistinguishable from bronchitis. Now I’m really behind on everything. Also, I still feel like I’m on drugs even though I’m not and I have had both a headache and two earaches during most of the day. It is. . . not ideal.

“Ramirez the vagabond.”

The great mass of cloud filling the head of the saved silver he rubbed his hands upon Decoud. On his reddish-brown face, worn, hollowed as if from another door, advanced, portly and anxious, inclining her fine, black-browed head, opening her arms, and got better after a moment while he sits and watches the light of investigation can ever reach the rudimentary intelligence of Pedro Montero, Chief of the populace, that would calm down slowly at last, were very complete, too. Sometimes on the same fanatical fearlessness with which he was not so intimate terms. But no one could look at the mobility of expression.

“My chronometer!” Captain Mitchell had been leaning in the obscure disarray of that girl,” he said to himself—

“Do you mean by impossible? I tell you I am going to propose my own conflicting emotions. And after all these Spanish Dons. He had told her, with no end of the world like a lost child crying in a straight course for all that foolishness, while he swam. He had to be calm. He tried to understand a word while he signed a few minutes ago, and I let him grow rich quicker now. He hesitated the space of a gaudy bathing robe, stood by, wearing a light engine, and had walked in advance, and gone cold all over in his hand, like a besieged city.

“Ha! Old Giorgio—the guardian of thine honour! Fancy the Vecchio coming upon me that if I may?”

“Eh! I have seen that. He had been cut off from the ground. At the turn of events. And it came into her heart, that sense even the most anxious and patriotic hero than ideas of adoration, of kissing the hem

Nostromo is fucking grim, but I think we’ve got a little of the goofiness that motivates Markov Garden in this one.

Heard it Before

So other aspects of life continue to keep me busy. I did bother to pick out another source text: Nostromo.

Decoud had died. But he could show an authorization from the mine; and, besides, there was a portentous sign; that the game of children. He gazed down upon each cart; of raised arms in a few coastguard cutters, there were incipient tears in his gig to one and all, like so many chances of existence are involved, a desire to leave things and all the departures and arrivals of the ground of her mind that nothing but a common cause, the symbol of the silver preyed on his way to the highest pitch, his eyes and looked on with compressed lips. The crowd stared literally open-mouthed, lost in Sulaco for a constantly diminishing quantity of snuff out of it (the print was small) he had supposed to be accepted. This feeling made the letters from Sulaco were not a gleam of a night or two.”

“Yes, everybody knows of now. I don’t ask what it behoved him to be alone—with his dead wife with a general and have been something final, and busied herself with a slightly different view,” the doctor asked, eagerly.

“God knows!” said Charles Gould’s polite silence; and when, stopping abruptly, he fell himself shot through the night he made that overland journey from London to Sta. Marta had credited him with an undismayed mind, but with a nail driven into her little feet, in white and enormous moustaches of the mothers with the most absurd fidelity. I am one of the whole Costaguana section of the main body, no stir of formless shapes on the march to Rome he had studied in Rome, and could not conceal her love for Antonia. For all his mad state he recognized his compadre and jumped up as if the tremendous disclosure of this reputation he

I have, however, been thinking about Markov Garden. In particular, I’ve been thinking that a big part of the problem is that in using Ruby’s built-in hash class to keep track of things at the top level, I’m dooming myself to really long insertion times once I get deep into a book (because if a book has a lot of words, you may well have to search through the entire list of keys in order to determine a new word has to receive its own entry.) I’ve been pondering paths around this, and think that I have a couple of reasonable candidates.

Apologetic Shakespeare

So I didn’t post last night because I was out with Matthew. In my defense, we spent a lot of time talking about Markov Garden, and I think that it helped to clarify some logistical questions. I am still mostly working on kind of clarifying things to myself, but I think I’ll be back to the web stuff tomorrow.

4. A ship at sea.’ He also subdivided the scenes as given by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are people of the isle is full of pleasure:

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,

Trin. Nor go neither; but you’ll lie, like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with them

139. Scene iv. Pope.

O, my heart bleeds

205 Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.

Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters

105, 106. ambition growing] ambition Growing Steevens.

Come] Come forth Steevens.


To the dulling of my bones: I shall discharge

It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more of this?


Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth is that in Arabia

68. O] O my Pope. O thou S. Walker conj.

280, 281. business … hour.] hour … business. Farmer conj.

Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,

To whom I give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a duck, I’ll be thy second.

Supposing that they always use to laugh at nothing still.

Pros. Before the time of servitude, ‘within two days,’ I. 2. 125 Trin. O, forgive me my sins!

320. come forth!] come forth, thou tortoise! when?

When it is baked with frost.

35 Chiefly that I

More Planning

So I don’t remember if I covered this earlier, but the idea is that one day all of this will go up on the internet and you’ll be able to visit a web page and use it to goof off to your heart’s content. The reason that this matters now is that the parser is as good as it’s going to be until I figure out where all of this is getting hosted. For now, I’m going to go back to working on the web side of things for a while.

This used The Tempest as its source.

310 And thence retire me to a sailor, Go hang!

Seb. We would so, and after two days I’ll discharge thee.’

He’s but a lost monster.

Ari. Prospero my lord Antonio?

In dignity, and for the prize I’ll bring thee forth brave brood.

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy dog, and thy dog, and thy dog, and thy dog, and thy dog, and thy bush.

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if ’twere a kibe,

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come

There’s meaning in thy likeness: if thou beest a good dulness,

110 And to my proud earth;—why hath thy queen

60 Now useless, boil’d within thy skull! There stand,

Ceres’ blessing so is on you.

5 Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the blood: be more abstemious,

Gon. All things in common nature should bring forth,

45 Did quarrel with the office of bottle-bearer.

120. Good … sons] Theobald suggested that these lines formed a rhyming couplet.

53. Scene iv. Pope.

Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;

Must fill, or else my project fails,

Till half an hour hence.

70 The manage of my life,

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,

Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,

Courtsied when you have done yourself some wrong. See this phrase used in a month recount what thou else

And bring thee to

To hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

There are

I’m sort of surprised that it broke things into individual lines but didn’t end up starting them with character names. Again, something vitally important is no doubt being expressed here.

Also, I’m home again.

More Like T-FU-8

So I discovered Ruby’s Iconv module, and can once again give you samples from Ulysses.

KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O, they played that on earth but he didnt know her so deeply that she could see what he never ate.

—Let’s hear the other hand a sixfooter or at least has been wardmaid there any letters for her time after at mass when my husband again into his armpit Bantam Lyons’ voice and hand it was a fellow into one of Britain’s fighting men who helped to close the seance.

What am I to Lenehan. You look as though they had only exchanged glances of the satellite of their lawful embraces. He is robed as a boy he being confined to his elders, wills to be any music. Pity. Who has the key. Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an advertisement you must look at his summer residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of his cometary orbit, beyond the sea, he said, laughingly, Stephen, that is another pair of greenish goggles which he described in his skull lent indeed a colour or a negress or a negress or a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. That’s the bucko that’ll organise her, take my leg for a wife. Quite a boy. Dion Boucicault business with pleasure. But who? That was a flower is born of two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for their lies then why don’t all women are always egging on to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned.

—Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said.

A voiceless song sang from within the hall and down the steps from Leahy’s terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down as far as politics themselves were concerned, he was at his age.