Elliot

I hobbled together a news aggregator, aeolus. evolution has been productive enough for email and calendars, but the RSS configuration and interface was holding me back. I wanted something online so I can scroll on the go, and after surveying what's on the shelf it turned out to be dangerously easy to roll my own crawler.

The heart of the thing really, simply syndicates a list of feeds, generating Hugo-compatible input to render a combined view. I'd prefer Nikola, but there's already a Hugo theme based on a Wordpress theme that apparently looks familiar because of its popularity amongst digital newspapers. Plus the meta taxonomy has been productive! The bulk of the bespoke logic I've had to implement so far is date sanitization and glue.

Hello! Spring's here. There's mud everywhere, with more rain on the way.

The dogs are doing well. My own workflow fell to the wayside, but I've been breathing new life into the site. Or adding new complicated barriers to maintenance, whichever comes first.

The landing page for this domain is now its own static site generated by ovid alongside the web server configuration needed to serve it.

The deployment strategy for the blog changed as well. This page is now packaged in an ext2fs image and served over HTTP with pyext2fs. I also packaged up the documentation for various projects to be served in the same way, and hobbled together enough lua and jinja to publish them all uniformly.

Hello! Spring's here. There's mud everywhere, with more rain on the way.

The dogs are doing well. My own workflow fell to the wayside, but I've been breathing new life into the site. Or adding new complicated barriers to maintenance, whichever comes first.

The landing page for this domain is now its own static site generated by ovid alongside the web server configuration needed to serve it.

The deployment strategy for the blog changed as well. This page is now packaged in an ext2fs image and served over HTTP with pyext2fs. I also packaged up the documentation for various projects to be served in the same way, and hobbled together enough lua, jinja, and yaml to publish them all uniformly.

Fred left the Army to spend so many words on letters to the editor proclaiming the wonders of his wisdom that he was left with few to write for his readers. Energized by Wagner's death, a creative spark shocked his diseased brain and he farted Zarathustra onto the page while Pinnochio sprang to life in the delivery room next door and Joyce across the hall.

Lafcadio meanwhile had already been pulled out of Greece and pushed out of Dublin, delivered to America to blossom in the benthos of the last stop for pilgrims. Ten years later he found a way to migrate again. He managed to pull Japan close but died 15 years before Goddard devised a method of reaching extreme altitudes.

Carlos left the Army to punish the Christianity into Pinnochio the year Benny was born. He left the Army to wrap his strings around the Mediterranean and when the Duce turned 21 he went out drinking with Disney, who woke up pregnant with the story as war overtook the world. Again! Not long after peace returned some five years later Donald The Dingus demanded an encore for his birthday then left his brother for realty, reality, and Rosie.

I made one more trip to New York before Aunt Jin died, certain I'd see her soon down the Potomac. I first met her on the Gulf of Mexico, a long line cast to lure me to the Hudson. We spent the day talking with her caretakers, the neighbors, and the new parents moving in.

She sent me home with a table that I refinished waiting for the wake. Gravitational collapse calling the exploratory back to the island. Star. Starlight.

Bo and Willie visited for a sleepover after Labor Day. They came back again the next weekend while I made a trip to grandma's. I saw a sign for Shakespeare in Manhattan so I made a little detour on the way home. I thought I knew where I was going, but Jackie Robinson chewed me up and spit me out somewhere in Brooklyn.

I found a navigator in a bar full of monsters and soon enough we found ourselves underground negotiating with Cerberus. The dogs smelled one of their own inside so they offered what tricks they had to get by. They found him lying on the riverside and called out to the ferryman to broker a deal with him too, three bones for another day in the sun. Content with the terms the wolves howled for the good boy, who flew off with his treat.

We made a visit to Peace Valley today. I found another guy with two dogs and we scuttled around the shore with them for a bit pinching at the metaphor. They sailed off and we sailed on, stopping for a snooze in the shade before setting course.

A bluejay in the backyard reminded me I forgot something so we were back on the water soon as we made it home, back to the Aisle of Grocery. The dogs watched the boat while I went ashore hunting and foraging for sunflower seeds and a can of wet food.