Das eez kaput! Sometime around 2002 I spaced the entire database table that mapped individual entries to categories. Such is life. What follows is a random sampling of entries that were associated with the category. Over time, the entries will be updated and then it will be even more confusing. Wander around, though, it's still a fun way to find stuff.
So, le Steamé has appointed Ann McClennan to squawk at
Tom Ridge about
homeland security
, Pierre Pettigrew to yammer on at the
US
drug czar about health issues and Irwin Cotler to debate
the finer points of legal theory with John Ashcroft.
Curious — to say the least. I admit to a nagging
sense that I may have to reevaluate my generally poor
estimation of Paul Martin but don't expect anything from me
until
after
the next election. Three or fours months of good deeds and
fresh
faces do not five years of governing make.
Him : I wish you hadn't sent me this. It makes it hard for me to vote for these losers.
It didn't help that Captain Junior gave one of those completely
forgettable
thematics
speeches, long on ideals and short on substance. In six months no one
is going to remember what he said but everyone is going to remember
Bono saying that Canada's got it in 'em and if nothing changes we'll
all know who's to blame.
I don't have much love for the Liberal Party of Canada but I
understand the so-called
art of of compromise
and to say that nothing good has happened on their watch would be
disingenuous, at best. I don't think any one doubts that they
could
do it, even on things so simple they stagger the mind like increasing
spending on foreign aid by a whopping 0.41% of
GDP
, but it's hard to tell anymore whether they want to.
So, if nothing else came out of it maybe a little public shaming about the amount Canada spends on foreign aid is the best we could have hoped for from a staged event.
A
funny
story about spending on foreign aid. Both the United States and Canada
(not to mention the Europeans) have pledged to donate 0.7% of their
respective
GDP
s. In reality, Canada gives 0.29% and the U.S. 0.15%. The best part?
When asked, in a survey, how much they thought their government
contributed to foreign aid, Canadians said 10% and Americans 20%. What
was that quote about falling between the shadow and the reality?
Also overheard during the evening:
Paul! Stop talking to your television!
That's the sound of Paul Martin playing Alberta and Québec off
of each other.
Am I watching The West Wing, or something?
That's the sound of Paul Martin rubbing Brian Mulroney's nose in
it in case he's thinking of running for the leadership of the Unite
the CRAP party.
Relax Sheila, no one's going to steal your bag. You're the Prime
Minister's wife now.
August 26, 2003 Montreal I got in the car and started driving at 06H30 this morning. <snip /> I told her I would get up early and fetch her around 07H30 which, notwithstanding the traffic on the way back in to town, would give me a couple hours to work before I took her to the airport. You can see where this all going, can't you? Everyone said that it only takes about 45 minutes to get to Lachute from Montreal. And it does. And it did. On the way back. After I threw the directions that she'd been given in the back seat and simply trusted the map. The lesson here is clearly : always check directions against a map. Had I done that earlier I might have noticed that there are two route 148s in Quebec (separated by many kilometers), that route 139 doesn't exist, that the turn off to route 158 isn't actually marked and that route 158 is in fact a very short country road with the second route 148 at one end and a major provincial highway that leads straight into downtown Montreal at the other. I pulled up the driveway at 09H00. But we made it back eventually. I had baked cookies for her to take up for the rest of the week and there were still some left which helped ease the aggravation on the way back. And then, on my way back from the airport, a rock came flying through the driver's side window while I was driving 110km on the 20 Eastbound, ricocheting off my head. I can't find the rock (which I can only guess came off the big truck with the tarp that I was passing) and all I have to show for the adventure is a bump on my head. Otherwise I appear to be fine. A bit dazed, maybe, but it's hard to know how dazed I already was when I was struck. I'm just glad I didn't have to figure out how to cross three lanes of traffic with a face full of blood.
It's handy that the "database" is a self-contained package that can be updated using any text editor, emailed, read directly from a file system, or served by any web server. But it's awkward to share the work of updating with other people or to isolate and edit parts of the file as it grows. When we convert to a database-backed web application in order to solve these problems, we trade away the convenience of the file-oriented approach. Can we have our cake and eat it too?
I might be able to root for the Ducks if they actually came out and played the V-formation.
It was worth hearing the New Jersey fans boo Giguere to also hear them boo the Weasel.
Ah, come on! L'hockey c'est pas une game de famille!
Rather, I have in mind the brief notation of the day's highlight, the amusing encounter or useful insight that will someday evoke a memory of yourself when young. Such a journal entry perhaps an e-mail to your encoded personal file can now be supplemented by scanned-in articles, poems or pictures to create a "commonplace book." You will then have a private memory-jogger and resource for reminiscence at family gatherings.
1.1-to-xhtml stylesheet before blessing it; I will also bless the 1.0-to-1.1 stylesheet at the same time. After that I'll write a 1.1-to-indexcard-fo stylesheet and consider making version 1.2 RDF-friendly, mostly because I think directed graphs of recipes might be pretty to look at. see also : docs and changesConcomitant \Con*com"i*tant\, n. One who, or that which, accompanies, or is collaterally connected with another; a companion; an associate; an accompaniment. Reproach is a concomitant to greatness. --Addison. The other concomitant of ingratitude is hardheartedness. --South. web1913
concomitant adj : following as a consequence; "an excessive growth of bureaucracy, with related problems"; "snags incidental to the changeover in management" [syn: {accompanying}, {attendant}, {incidental}, {incidental to(p)}] n : an event or situation that happens at the same time as or in connection with another [syn: {accompaniment}, {co-occurrence}] wn
A person who tells long, pointless stories that are half off the subject.
ex. Megan is a gizzlefumper. Does anybody have any duct tape?
The flap of skin that hangs down at the back of your throat. Another name for uvula.
ex. Man, my glucker sure got a workout when I gargled this morning.
Exacerbate \Ex*ac"er*bate\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. {Exacerrated}; p. pr. & vb. n. {Exacerrating}.] [L. exacerbatus, p. p. of exacerbare; ex out (intens.) + acerbare. See {Acerbate}.] To render more violent or bitter; to irriate; to exasperate; to imbitter, as passions or disease. --Broughman. web1913
exacerbate v 1: make worse; "This drug aggravates the pain" [syn: {worsen}, {aggravate}, {exasperate}] [ant: {better}] 2: exasperate or irritate [syn: {exasperate}, {aggravate}] wn
Indolent \In"do*lent\, a. [Pref. in- not + L. dolens, -entis, p. pr. of dolere to feel pain: cf. F. indolent. See {Dolorous}.] 1. Free from toil, pain, or trouble. [Obs.] 2. Indulging in ease; avoiding labor and exertion; habitually idle; lazy; inactive; as, an indolent man. To waste long nights in indolent repose. --Pope. 3. (Med.) Causing little or no pain or annoyance; as, an indolent tumor. Syn: Idle; lazy; slothful; sluggish; listless; inactive; inert. See {Idle}. web1913
indolent adj 1: disinclined to work or exertion; "faineant kings under whose rule the country languished"; "an indolent hanger-on"; "too lazy to wash the dishes"; "shiftless idle youth"; "slothful employees"; "the unemployed are not necessarily work-shy" [syn: {faineant}, {lazy}, {otiose}, {slothful}, {work-shy}] 2: (pathology) of tumors e.g.; slow to heal or develop and usually painless; "an indolent ulcer"; "leprosy is an indolent infectious disease" wn
umask perl just to see what came back. And that got me thinking that I might pay money if there were a framework and an API such that I could build some sort of interactive man widget to query the Safari servers. Something along the lines of...
$> safari perl umask Your query returned [2] options: [1] Programming Perl, yadda yadda yadda [2] Perl in a Nutshell, yadda yadda yadda Please choose one: 1 [ and so on and so on... ]...which presumably have support for open-ended queries like this.
Extant \Ex"tant\, a. [L. extans, -antis, or exstans, -antis, p. pr. of extare, exstare, to stand out or forth; ex out + stare to stand: cf. F. extant. See {Stand}.] 1. Standing out or above any surface; protruded. That part of the teeth which is extant above the gums. --Ray. A body partly immersed in a fluid and partly extant. --Bentley. 2. Still existing; not destroyed or lost; outstanding. Writings that were extant at that time. --Sir M. Hale. The extant portraits of this great man. --I. Taylor. 3. Publicly known; conspicuous. [Obs.] --B. Jonson. web1913
extant adj : still in existence; not extinct or destroyed or lost; "extant manuscripts"; "specimens of graphic art found among extant barbaric folk"- Edward Clodd [ant: {extinct}] wn
When you get right down to it XML-RPC is about simple, easy to understand, requests and responses. ... SOAP, on the other hand, is designed for transferring far more complex sets of information.Which is a nice way to point out that if you strip away the kill 'em all, let god sort 'em out attitude from the get what you pay for debate that's been raging for the last few days, you're left with the perfectly reasonable everything has a tradeoff. Microsoft gives you illusion of ease of use and support and just plain working at the expense of a lock-in. *nix gives you the free beer and the free speech at the expense of making even the most trivial of tasks seem like putting a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle together. Where, exactly, did all these men with hammers and their computerized utopias come from anyway?