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


ThoughtPlease excuse Anarchaia hickups next week, I need to figure out how to tumblelog and do my civil service at the same time.

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
— Bob Dylan, Gotta Serve Somebody

15:51 <sbp> "Germany once again are the QUEENS of world football!" - commentator
Red Leaves - Odaiba - 9



One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God’s on your side.
— Bob Dylan, With God On Our Side

19:29 <penpen> Naja, ich hab jetzt zumindest einen schönen Namen für den Bundesminister des Wirren gefunden :)
19:29 <penpen> Ich meine "Wolfgang" geht ja einfach nicht.
19:29 <penpen> "gang", ich bitt's euch
19:30 <penpen> Wolf Los-Schräuble
19:32 <penpen> oder doch eher Rollf?


The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down
— Alanis Morissette, Thank You

17:30 <TimToady> we just try to supply enough operators that people aren't tempted to overload them for uses other than the obvious
17:30 <TimToady> which is one of the strongest arguments for allowing Unicode operators, I think
Jelly Ballet



In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
— Bob Dylan, Chimes Of Freedom

And let’s face it – do you really want the bright sparks who work there now, and manage to break lots of perfectly good working code – rewriting the core calculating engine in Excel? Better keep them busy adding and removing dancing paper clips all day long. — Joel Spolsky, Explaining the Excel Bug

17:56 <chris2> i think i found a mongrel easteregg
17:56 <chris2> the mime_types.yml contain ".dhh: application/david-heinemeier-hansson"



I ain’t lookin’ to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
— Bob Dylan, All I Really Want To Do

15:36 <jix> ich mag bazaar
15:37 <chris2> och bitte jix
15:37 <jix> chris2: du wschl nicht ^^
15:37 <chris2> jix: *einen* triftigen grund
15:37 <chris2> und "mehr kaffeepausen" gilt nicht
Thoughtzsh trick of the day: M-q kills the current line, and pastes it automatically on the next line. Great if you need to figure out something while writing a long command.



There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ river,
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes.
— Bob Dylan, Tomorrow Is A Long Time


Children—especially young children—do not need to learn about IT and certainly do not need to be fluent users of WORD, EXCEL and POWERPOINT. They are not office workers. However, picking up these skills, having grown up with a laptop, will be readily accomplished. OLPC


Metamorphosis Mandala 2

Let me eat when I’m hungry
Let me drink when I’m dry
Dollars when I’m hard up
Religion when I die
— Bob Dylan, Moonshiner

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:
That one doctor will not save him,
That two healers will not heal him,
That three eyes will not see him.
That four ears will not hear him,
That five walls will not hide him,
That six diggers will not bury him
And that seven deaths shall never kill him.
— Bob Dylan, Seven Curses

Blue Water Boy mandala 3
15:46 <chris2> iMac Tischrechner :-)
15:47 <chrissturm> witzig dass bei macbook nicht notitzblock steht



Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
— Bob Dylan, Visions Of Johanna

Rolling your own will give you a tool over which you have a feeling of mastery. — Kent Beck, TDD by Example.

Meet me at the bottom, don’t lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues
— Bob Dylan, Workingman’s Blues #2



Herbes sauvages

Don’t ever try to change me,
I been in this thing too long.
There’s nothin’ you can say or do
To make me think I’m wrong.
— Bob Dylan, Got My Mind Made Up

20:51 <benny> ich wusste nicht das man mit hilfe von dem Duenndarm eines Schweins haut und anderes nachwachsen lassen kann
20:51 <benny> oder fingerkuppen und sowas… total krass
20:52 <chris2> dann nagt man auch nicht mehr dran :/
20:52 <shevy> LOL
20:52 <benny> naja, das zeug signalisiert ja nur den eigenen heilungsprozess
20:52 <shevy> aber wenn mal feuer is und du wirst angesengt, bekommst du hunger nach schweinebraten
Blue Bricks

Is making an AJAXified tool or toy that will likely be used by less than 1% of the people in the richest country in the world the absolute best use of your time and talents right now? Honestly? Shooter



I only found out yesterday
I heard it on the news
What I heard really pissed me off
Cause now I got those fucking blues
I got those awesome blues
Babe I got those nothing blues
— Rolling Stones, Thru And Thru


I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die
— Rolling Stones, White Horses


ThoughtSee you at RailsConf Europe! Anarchaia will resume publishing Friday, September 21.
Rails to infinity

When the moon peeps over the mountains
Honey, I’ll be on my way
I’m gonna roam this highway
Until the break of day
— Rolling Stones, Key To The Highway

La rampe / The Rail
Never Ending Rail Cars

You better stop
Look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.
— Rolling Stones, 19th Nervous Breakdown




This time I’m asking for freedom,
Freedom from a world which you deny.
And you’ll give it to me now,
I’ll take it anyhow
When the night comes falling from the sky.
— Bob Dylan, When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

It is not so much the suffering as the senselessness of it that is unendurable. — Nietzsche

Allium cyneum / アリウム キネウム
23:36 <penpen> Wieso wird mir Kim Jong-il nur immer sympatischer?
23:36 <chris2> hat er eine tochter?
23:36 <chris2> :P



A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I’m not waiting on a lady
I’m just waiting on a friend
I’m just waiting on a friend
— Rolling Stones, Waiting On A Friend

ThoughtHappy unofficial programmer’s day.
MessagePad 2007

I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
Close to me
— Rolling Stones, Wanna Hold You



What to do yeah.
I really don’t know,
I really don’t know what to do.
— Rolling Stones, What To Do

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Ejal watt ick mach ihr seid eh jemein
Wozu noch freundlich sein?
Nehm voll Rücksicht uff alle
Bin immer die Liebe
Und ‘n Arschtritt is allet watt ick dafür kriege
— Panda, Jeht Kacken



Don’t you worry try a little harder
Don’t you worry try a little harder
Say goodnight and stay a little longer
Say goodnight and stay a little longer
Have to keep her from cryin’ then you got to try to work pretty hard to keep her satisfied
— Rolling Stones, Try A Little Harder

20:13 <chris2> typo des tages: rubygemsn
Detalle 2
21:08 <chrissturm> die eipeltauer brauerei wird von einem ehemaligen java programmierer betrieben
21:08 <eTM> chrissturm: oh gott
21:08 <eTM> dann ist das bier sicher scheiss
21:09 <eTM> man muss das glas aus einer glas factory holen
21:09 <eTM> dann das bier selbst aus einer bier factory zapfen

But baby, I can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’,
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice.
— Rolling Stones, Tumbling Dice

18:54 <hasmanyjosh> today i'm grateful for the evolutionary process that created coffee beans



Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, can’t you see I’m fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last
— Rolling Stones, Sister Morphine


Don’t want to be your slave
Baby go, baby go, baby go
Do it yeah
— Rolling Stones, Slave


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I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed
— Rolling Stones, Out Of Control

The fields of Eden
Are full of trash
And if we beg and we borrow and steal
We’ll never get it back
People are hungry
They crowd around
And the city gets bigger as the country comes begging to town
— Rolling Stones, Rock In A Hard Place



Glowsticks at dawn!

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
— Rolling Stones, Paint It Black


And his skin is so fair
And it shines like his hair
As he stands so aloof
With an indolent air
And an insolent stare
He just shutters the truth
— Rolling Stones, New Faces

11:28 <zenspider> chris2: 1) may I just say… FUCK YOU for only being 20. :P and 2) your blog has broken links… lemme dig em up


ThoughtYou poor guys and gals. I’ll be offline next week and Anarchaia will continue to publish Sunday, September 8. In the meantime, enjoy tumbly fun at The Tumblelist.

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
— Leonard Cohen, Take This Waltz

Reflejo - Reflection

But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
— Leonard Cohen, In My Secret Life