Anarchaia

Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)

31jul2006

Panography: my home

Without a reply,
I left by the moon,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And was in his chambers
By the next afternoon,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
— Bob Dylan, Percy’s Song

#ruby-de
18:02 * apeiros verbt lieber, das merkwürdigt die Sprache…
ThoughtAn infinite loop is O(1).
Tietojenkäsittelytieteet, Oulun yliopisto

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire.
— Bob Dylan, Caribbean Wind

#ruby-lang
17:27 <evn> wtf if you put "hibernate" into amazon and sort by best selling, you get books on oral sex
17:27 <evn> i want the orm framework! i don't want sex :p
17:28 <chris2> evn: because it blows? :P