it tastes better when you say Vee Eye
The only reference anyone will ever need, from the man who made your editor:
memorize this
Also, it turns out kornshell supports vi style command line editing, and your shell doesn’t.
The only reference anyone will ever need, from the man who made your editor:
memorize this
Also, it turns out kornshell supports vi style command line editing, and your shell doesn’t.
Around 1:30 yesterday, a woman in her late sixties or early seventies was heard to utter:
“Well, the dollar is dropping like a stone, thanks to our brilliant leader. Silly Asshole.”
Had a wonderful discussion with vitamins d, e, and a the other night about how much is enough out of a job. Should one seek a job that requires 8 hours and no more, such that one comes home feeling that those hours never happened? Or, is a job that provides enough stimulation and meaning so as to be more mentally pervasive preferable? Should one work to exist, exist to work, or desire to work and have it provide an existance by coincidence?
Moreover, is it a disservice to those one love to bury oneself in one’s work? Perhaps most intriguing is the following hypothetical example. A person buries themself in work, because work gives them a feeling of purpose, as it could ease the suffering of others in some way. However, this person can point to no one in their immediate surrounding who is happier as a result of their efforts (work related or otherwise). Is the rational that the work will eventually help people enough to make up for this? And, does the example generalize? Id est, if the work really does make people live better lives, but the friends and relatives do not benefit from the existence of the person, is the work then worthy?
“As a message of peace, the Thai government dropped around 100m origami birds over the country’s Muslim south after a surge of violence there. But a bomb went off shortly afterwards.”
Pray, meditate, hope and work for this world. We are in the handbasket, and FedEx is usually on time.
of things to consider before you turn into my lane, or decide to cut me off:
1. It’s 10 degrees, and I’m on my bike.
2. Your mirrors were invented for a reason. Yes, even the right one.
3. If I get hurt, you will be in more trouble than I will.
4. If I am fine, I will not hesitate to follow you to have a little chat.
5. Especially if you’re turning into a parking lot right in front of me.
on sleep:
10 hours of sleep in a night makes me dream of flying, and lets me
take control of things. The dreams become more real, to the point
where I had to run outside at one point with my head spinning, trying
to figure out if it was real or not.
the dreams are coming, the dreams are coming.
A poor man’s sql select for two files that I wrote today:
#!/usr/bin/perl
%fileone = ( );
%filetwo = ( );
open(FIRST, "< $ARGV[0]") || die "Could not open $ARGV[0]";
open(SECOND, "<$ARGV[1]") || die "Could not open $ARGV[1]";
while(< FIRST >) {
$line = uc($_);
$fileone{”$line”} = 1;
}
close(FIRST);
open (OUT, “>in_both”);
while(< SECOND >) {
$line = uc($_);
if($fileone{”$line”} == 1) {
print OUT “$_”;
}
}
close(SECOND);
close(OUT);
exit;
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