And then I scalded my damn tongue on some cider. Dammit.
Is "wgot" a computer term or a typo?
Is "testes" an anatomical term or a typo?
It's the past tense of "wget", obviously.
Oh, your google-proofing. This after I actually googled "America's Testes Kitchen" to see what you were talking about, clicked through and got some NSFW pictures.
But there really is a typo in the link to Becks. Also, you're insane.
That was me over on manifestdensity, BTW. I haven't used BeautifulSoup extensively, but it's the standard recommendation on the Python tutor list for HTML parsing.
Why'd you bother prettifying the HTML, though?
6: That's what the doctors tell me. But they also gave me medication, so it all works out.
No, Ben is insane, you misspelled "you're."
If anybody else here is as dumb as I am, googling confirms that "WGet" is, in fact, a computer term.
I wasn't sure if it were you or not.
Why'd you bother prettifying the HTML, though?
The files at longboredsurfer had the actual content of the recipes as one very long line, which makes it harder to tell what the sibling relationships are, so I'd prettify a few files with different layouts to see how things were organized. Then I noticed that in some cases there would be different results when I returned to the original files, though I'd have assumed that the prettified output corresponded to the internal representation. Anyway, after noticing that I just replaced all the files with their prettified counterparts.
Typo in link to becks' removed.
Oh that. Look, I've been at the office for almost 12 hours, it is killing my mind.
I'm going to wait outside for my ride. I must step away from the internet.
Well I like this. I typed in "Tomato" and got a lot of useful stuff.
Then I typed in soy and got a recipe for Bok Choy Braised with *CENSORED*ake Mushrooms.
Despite having hosted those recipes for a couple years, it seems that people are finally noticing them. The python thing that you created is pretty slick. Maybe I should re-enable my Google Coop search I had created, and let people choose (much like you do here). After housing them originally on a Geeklog install, I moved them over to a flat MySQL DB, and ran some find/replace stuff to try to clean up the code (hence many/most of the recipes being one long line of code (most newer recipes aren't that way)). Geeklog was kind enough (grrr) to censor some of the recipes and I'm generally not willing to go through everything. Shitake mushrooms were an unfortunate victim.
I only recently moved off of that flat DB and into MovableType. I've had more than one person complain about the search capabilities, but the home-brewed option I had before was worse than the MT default search engine, and the Google Coop thing was buggy, at best. Suggestions?
Suggestions?
Oracle on DEC Alpha.
suggestions?
Export the underlying db as XML and then index with either easier-to-manage homemade software or with zebra or lucene, neither of which I've tried? I do something similar where I work, but both export and index are homemade to support large and idiosyncratic dbs. Indexing html if there's any hope of a more structured representation of the data-- I would avoid taht if at all possible.
Just take all the recipes, and store them as entries in a Mork-formatted file. Then they'd be really compatible with Firefox -- no need to prettify the HTML or nothin'.
This post just proves more about my laziness than anything else.
ben: I still love you. (Of course, in keeping with the sacred code, I hate you, too.) But go ahead and cook me dinner, lout. I'll pretend to like it, at the very least.
Decidedly not a waste of time (though possibly of money): on the way home from the berkeley old-time music convention I stopped in at Elixir and ordered a Sazerac, assuming that the people behind the bar would know how to make them—but actually the bartendress said she'd only made them a couple of times, could I refresh her memory? Certainly (in abbreviated form); then, of her own volition, she used the Sazerac 18yo rye for it. In healthy measure. $8, not bad at all.
This post just proves more about my laziness than anything else.
Perhaps, but perhaps not. I've been reading Unprincipled Virtue—it could be that, although when you deliberate you come to the conclusion that you're only lazy, in fact your actions reflect your responsiveness to genuine reasons and, so to speak, an embodied rationality, which, owing to psychological factors, you only think is laziness. (See chapter two, On Acting Rationally against One's Best Judgment.)
Unprincipled Virtue. It's really good, y'all. (Or so it seems to me 3 chapters in.)
You're all out satisfying your carnal desires, aren't you? Or asleep or some shit.
I was out with Bave, discussing the inability to satisfy carnal desires. After all, the satiation---it doesn't last! Desire springs up again, soon thereafter! This is incredibly annoying.
Do Make Say Think was great though, as are (on-topic) the oatmeal scones I made yesterday according to the recipes linked here. I added dried currants. The scones are tender without being crumbly.
The scones are tender without being crumbly.
Yes, but how are they pronounced?
Perfect risotto is like great art--difficult to define, but you know it when you see it.
What do you bet the original copy here read, "Great risotto is like pornography..."?
I have a lot of tomatoes I need to use up. They are beautiful tomatoes.
.... and without redeeming social value.
Do Make Say Think! That was the first show I saw by myself in Chicago. They were great. I think I didn't even know anything about them at the time, but it was recommended in the Chicago Reader. Rad. They had this band the Mobius Band opening up for them that I ended up liking quite a bit.
I didn't know anything about them either! Bave got tix from a friend who couldn't use them, and it was a totally packed house, full of people who knew their entire body of work.
Neat thing that happened: when people were clapping along, they clapped exactly on-beat without slowing or speeding up. The only other time I've ever heard that happen spontaneously was when I was dating a guy at the Cleveland Institute of Music and we went to a formal with a live band. Creepily regular clapping-along, that.
Years ago I went to a Brand New Heavies gig [I know, I know, but it was 1992] with synchronized dancing. That was very odd. Instead of 'everyone on the left go yo!' it was 'everyone on the left go [insert fancy northern soul style dance move]'. The net effect was pretty cool. Like a Nuremberg rally organized by Bootsy Collins.
Too bad about the carnal desires problem.
/smirk
Yeah, people suck at that. I saw Wilco a few days ago (at the Pritzker Pavilion no less; god that was awesome), and they were trying to get everyone to clap in unison for like 5 minutes and it was a total failure (there were probably like 15,000 people there, but still). Jeff Tweedy was getting very frustrated. He was like, you know, people can do this in Europe and Asia. What's wrong with you guys?
Emerson, what you perhaps don't get is that the only solution to the carnal desires problem is stable monogamy. Fear of commitment (which I share!) leads to this crap where one is endlessly seeking satisfaction.
Or maybe it's not fear of commitment; it's fear of libidinous drop-off in a stable partner. (shudder)
Years ago I went to a Brand New Heavies gig [I know, I know, but it was 1992]
Hey! I still like the Brand New Heavies.
Alas, AWB, you may recall that when my sister and I go out we seem like a stable married couple, since we're very comfortable with one another and obviously have a non-sexual relationship.
re: 38
I'm not sure their stuff has aged that well and it doesn't really stand up in comparison to their influences. They were a really fun live band, though.
40: Not to mention the fact that their name just is no longer accurate these days.
I think they should change it to "The Good Ol' Heavies" for their reunion tour.
BeautifulSoup rocks; except when it doesn't, at which point it gets infuriatingly inconsistent. (frex, on a little project of mine, it sometimes treats part of the parse string as an attrs= *if I call it a limit=*. WTF?)