Thursday, March 26, 2009 
Seattle, early evening

For various reasons, I hadn't cycled to work in about three weeks, just before the clock went forward.

It was very pleasant to cycle home in broad daylight for a change. Very pleasant.

posted on Friday, March 27, 2009 2:05:18 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009 
Ack!

On a StackOverflow question about favorite Vim plugins, I learned about Ack, a replacement for grep that's smarter about searching source trees.

Ack is written in Perl. The built-in :vimgrep is rather slow. It seems to have some Vim-specific overhead, such as creating swap files and executing BufRead autocmds. Ack is noticeably faster, though somewhat slower than GNU grep.

Which would you rather type to search a tree, ignoring the .svn and .git subtrees?

$ ack -i -l foobar
$ grep --exclude='*.svn*' --exclude='*.git*' -i -l -r foobar .

The ack takes 6 seconds to search 4500 files, while the grep completes in 2. This does not count the time that I spent trying to figure out the correct syntax and argument quoting for --exclude. The help says both --regexp=PATTERN and --exclude=PATTERN, but the latter is a glob (file wildcard pattern).

On Windows, I wrapped ack with pl2bat.

posted on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 8:40:10 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009 
Refinancing

When we bought our house in 2000, our interest rate was about 8.5% on a 30-year loan. A couple of years later, we refinanced it down to 6.875%, which reduced our monthly payments by several hundred dollars.

Today, we signed the paperwork to refinance it again, down to 4.75% over 20 years. That drops our monthly payment by another $300, which is most welcome, as Emma's unemployed.

All of these are fixed-rate mortgages. We're really not fans of adjustable-rate mortgages: too many horror stories about people starting out a low rate and not being able to cope when the rates go up.

We went through the same guy each time, Sanjay Pitroda of MetLife Home Loans in Kirkland.

posted on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 3:52:40 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Monday, March 23, 2009 
Exuberant Ctags

Exuberant Ctags is an essential complement to Vim: it generates an index of symbol names (tags) for a set of source files. In Vim, just place the cursor on a function name and type C-] to go to its definition.

Ctags works well for most of the languages that I deal with, but falls down badly on modern JavaScript. Its built-in parser simply doesn't handle declarations like these:

Sizzle.selectors.filters.animated = function(elem) { // ...
ajaxSetup: function( settings ) {

I came across Unbad's workaround earlier tonight. His code didn't work for me, so I hacked on it until it did:

--langdef=js
--langmap=js:.js
--regex-js=/([A-Za-z0-9._$]+)[ \t]*[:=][ \t]*\{/\1/,object/
--regex-js=/([A-Za-z0-9._$()]+)[ \t]*[:=][ \t]*function[ \t]*\(/\1/,function/
--regex-js=/function[ \t]+([A-Za-z0-9._$]+)[ \t]*\(([^)])\)/\1/,function/
--regex-js=/([A-Za-z0-9._$]+)[ \t]*[:=][ \t]*\[/\1/,array/
--regex-js=/([^= ]+)[ \t]*=[ \t]*[^"]'[^']*/\1/,string/
--regex-js=/([^= ]+)[ \t]*=[ \t]*[^']"[^"]*/\1/,string/

Simply add the above to ~/.ctags or $HOME/ctags.cnf.

posted on Monday, March 23, 2009 7:08:18 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Sunday, March 22, 2009 
No Country for Old Men
Title: No Country for Old Men
Author: Cormac McCarthy
Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5
Publisher: Picador
Copyright: 2005
Pages: 309
Keywords: fiction
Reading period: 20–22 March, 2009

Rural Texas, 1980. Llewelyn Moss, out hunting in the middle of nowhere, finds the remains of a drug buy that went wrong: dead bodies, shot-up cars, black tar heroin. And a satchel with two million dollars in cash. Moss takes the money and runs. He knows it's stupid, he knows that people will come after him, and he does it anyway.

Anton Chigurh is the worst of the killers on his trail. Relentless, remorseless, untroubled by conscience, and offended by the wrongness of Moss's act. He and Moss will be locked in a dance of death.

The bodies were found in Sheriff Bell's patch. Ed Tom Bell is near retirement, an old-school lawman at odds with modern life. Bell is slow, deliberate, and perceptive. He wants to catch Moss before Chigurh does.

McCarthy's prose is spare and evocative, as dry as the harsh landscape. These men are laconic, not given to frivolous chitchat.

Highly recommended. I'll have to get around to the Coen Brothers' movie soon.

posted on Monday, March 23, 2009 5:54:00 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Saturday, March 21, 2009 
Irish Rugby Football Union logo

I grew up hating rugby. I spent eleven years at a rugger-bugger school in Dublin. I couldn't stand the game. I was a small, unathletic child with no interest in sports. Rugby, even the modified rugby that they teach seven-year-olds, was violent and unpleasant and involved running around cold, wet fields. I had a big operation on my feet when I was 10 and I parlayed that into an excuse never to play rugby again.

I can't remember when I last watched a rugby match, but it was surely back in the '80s, as I doubt I've seen one over the 20 years that I've been in the States.

So imagine the improbability of my watching rugby today. Truly a historic occasion. But not just for me, but for Ireland too. The Irish team won the Grand Slam for the first time in 61 years.

Some Irish friends invited us over for a big Irish breakfast and to watch the match. To be honest, I was more tempted by the food than the match, but I ended up enjoying the game. It was a close game and a nail-biting finish. It was the first time that Emma had watched rugby and she thought it was more interesting than the slow, staged plays of American Football.

I was also reminded why I had never wanted to play rugby. It is often said that rugby is a hooligan's game played by gentlemen, while soccer is a gentlemen's game played by hooligans, and the former was borne out today. A dangerous, bloody game.

posted on Saturday, March 21, 2009 7:51:56 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Friday, March 20, 2009 
List Comprehension

Python has list comprehensions, syntactic sugar for building lists from an expression.

>>> [2 * i for i in (2, 3, 5, 7, 11)]
[4, 6, 10, 14, 22]

This doesn't work so well when the comprehension expression is itself a list: you end up with a list of lists.

>>> def gen():
...     for l in [['a', 'b'], ['c'], ['d', 'e', 'f']]:
...         yield l
...
>>> [l for l in gen()]
[['a', 'b'], ['c'], ['d', 'e', 'f']]

This is ugly. Here's one way to build a flattened list, but it's less elegant than the comprehension.

>>> x = []
>>> for l in gen():
...     x.extend(l)
...
>>> x
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']

It took me a while to find a readable list comprehension, with a little help from Google. Use sum() on the outer list and prime it with an empty list, []. Python will concatenate the inner lists, producing a flattened list.

>>> sum([l for l in gen()], [])
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']

Alternatively, you can use itertools.chain().

>>> import itertools
>>> list(itertools.chain(*gen()))
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']

That might be slightly more efficient, though I find the sum() to be a little more readable.

>>> import itertools
>>> list(itertools.chain(*gen()))
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']

That might be slightly more efficient, though I find the sum() to be a little more readable.

Edit: I forgot about nested comprehensions

>>> [inner
...     for outer in gen()
...         for inner in outer]
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']

Somewhat cryptic on one line however:

>>> [j for i in gen() for j in i]
['a', 'b', 'c', 'd', 'e', 'f']
posted on Friday, March 20, 2009 7:05:07 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Thursday, March 19, 2009 
The Choirboys
Title: The Choirboys
Author: Joseph Wambaugh
Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5
Publisher: Dell
Copyright: 1975
Pages: 387
Keywords: crime, fiction
Reading period: 17–19 March, 2009

Ten LAPD patrolmen congregate regularly in MacArthur Park for “choir practice”: late-night bitchfests, marathon boozing, and group sex with a couple of cocktail waitresses.

LA's finest are not exactly fine specimens of humanity, but then neither are the people they serve, whom they consider little better than the ones they arrest. The choirboys include an idealist, a psychopath, a prankster, and a world-class mooch. They fight and they drink and they argue: everything but discuss the things that really bother them. Wambaugh lampoons the choirboys, but he reserves his full contempt for their supervisors, martinets concerned more with coverups than justice.

There isn't much of a plot. It's more of a series of anecdotes about his characters, sometimes grim, often hilarious, frequently profane.

posted on Friday, March 20, 2009 5:42:28 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 
James Joyce

I am co-directing this year's reading of Ulysses with Helen. We have decided to do the first half of the chapter with some light cuts. The Circe character, Bella Cohen, will not be seen until next year, as we'll be stopping shortly before she makes her entrance.

We had a readthrough-cum-planning meeting ten days ago at Helen's and a rehearsal tonight at my house. We'll need several more rehearsals, but it's starting to come together.

We'll be reading at the University Bookstore on Saturday, June 13th.

posted on Wednesday, March 18, 2009 7:00:19 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009 
AIG

It takes a special … talent? … chutzpah? … to fuck up the global economic system to the point where you need four enormous bailouts totaling $170 billion and then to give your senior people $165 million in bonuses.

It's like they're taunting the lynch mob.

posted on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 7:40:29 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Monday, March 16, 2009 
Fleshmarket Close
Title: Fleshmarket Close
Author: Ian Rankin
Rating: 4 stars out of 5
Publisher: Orion
Copyright: 2004
Pages: 484
Keywords: crime, fiction
Reading period: 14–16 March, 2009

DI John Rebus investigates the murder of an illegal immigrant, who had ties to asylum seekers in Edinburgh. DS Siobhan Clarke looks into the disappearance of a teenaged girl; soon, the rapist of the girl's sister is murdered.

Rebus and Siobhan struggle with the uglier side of life in Edinburgh, notably, racism, latter-day slavery, and the increasing numbers of asylum seekers. As usual, their personal lives are in a mess: Rebus drinks too much; Siobhan falls asleep with a tub of ice cream.

As in other Rebus books, the two investigations end up being linked somewhat too neatly for my liking.

posted on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 6:25:05 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Sunday, March 15, 2009 
Bistrot Bistro

We discovered Bistrot Bistro in Kitsilano on a previous visit to Vancouver. It's an agreeable little French restaurant just south of downtown. Emma suggested that we eat there again for my birthday, and it was a fine choice.

We ate from the prix fixe menu for $26 apiece. She had the carrot soup, roast chicken, and raspberry sorbet; I had the pate de campagne, a peppercorn steak, and a chocolate mousse. The prix fixe included a sizeable quantity of pommes frites. We added Brussel sprouts, a baguette with olive tapenade, and a half-litre of Pinot Gris, and walked away two hours later, pleasantly sated.

The last time we were there, it was full. This time, there were plenty of seats. I suspect a combination of Sunday night, wet weather, and the economy. The food was still good.

posted on Monday, March 16, 2009 5:56:33 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Saturday, March 14, 2009 
Vancouver

We drove up to Vancouver today. We'll be here until Tuesday. It's my birthday tomorrow and I have two days of vacation that I have to use by the end of March or lose them, so why not.

I always like Vancouver. It's unequivocally a major city. Vancouver feels more urban than Seattle, where people have only been moving into high-density downtown condos and apartments for a few years.

We're staying at the Sunset Inn and Suites in the West End. We stayed here before. It's relatively cheap, clean, and centrally located. No particular charm either.

Tomorrow, we see my great-uncle Dick and his wife Margaret. They're both 92 and about to move into a retirement center. We'll have a nice dinner in the evening for my birthday.

posted on Sunday, March 15, 2009 6:33:45 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Friday, March 13, 2009 
Grease Monkeys

Ow! Ow! Ow! It's Friday the 13th and I ransomed my car this evening from the shop for over two grand—more than half of it labor. I think I'm in the wrong line of business. Maybe I should be a greasemonkey instead.

The clutch was worn out and the flywheel needed replacing, which required taking out the transmission.

We've only had one other comparable bill with this car and it has over 90,000 miles. We're not doing too badly overall, except that the other bill was late last year.

Feh.

posted on Saturday, March 14, 2009 5:52:45 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Thursday, March 12, 2009 

Via Tor.com, Lex Luthor asking the president for a bailout.

posted on Friday, March 13, 2009 2:02:59 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009 
Looting

In today's New York Times, David Leonhardt writes, of a sixteen-year-old economics paper:

In the paper, they argued that several financial crises in the 1980s, like the Texas real estate bust, had been the result of private investors taking advantage of the government. The investors had borrowed huge amounts of money, made big profits when times were good and then left the government holding the bag for their eventual (and predictable) losses.

In a word, the investors looted. Someone trying to make an honest profit, Professors Akerlof and Romer said, would have operated in a completely different manner. The investors displayed a “total disregard for even the most basic principles of lending,” failing to verify standard information about their borrowers or, in some cases, even to ask for that information.

The investors “acted as if future losses were somebody else’s problem,” the economists wrote. “They were right.”

He goes on to distinguish between classic moral hazard and looting:

With moral hazard, bankers are making real wagers. If those wagers pay off, the government has no role in the transaction. With looting, the government’s involvement is crucial to the whole enterprise.

Ryan Chittum at CJR has a good take on the piece.

It's clear that the system that led to the current economic clusterfuck needs some fundamental reform and regulation. The incentives to loot show up the hollow promise of the markets self regulating.

posted on Thursday, March 12, 2009 5:04:53 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009 
Perdition House
Title: Perdition House
Author: Kathryn R. Wall
Rating: 3 stars out of 5
Publisher: St. Martin's Minotaur
Copyright: 2003
Pages: 295
Keywords: mystery
Reading period: 8–9 March, 2009

Bay Tanner is a young widow and aspiring private investigator from wealthy South Carolina stock. When a hitherto unknown shirt-tail cousin (fifth half cousin, specifically) bursts into Bay's life, she brings havoc in her train.

As one of the characters says, the plot sounds like a made-for-TV movie. Still, Bay is a feisty heroine and the background is not one that has been mined deeply.

posted on Wednesday, March 11, 2009 5:01:46 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Monday, March 09, 2009 
Cat Voyeurs

We were watching An Engineer's Guide to Cats on YouTube when I looked out the front window and spotted these two looking in. They climbed up the six-foot gooseberry frames to the windowsill.

Meet Whiskey and Guinness, from next door. They think they own the place. When it's hot in the summer, they've been known to stroll in and wander around our living room—while we're in it.

I left the back door open for a few minutes one Saturday morning, while packing the car. I came back in and found Whiskey just inside the back room. He scarpered when I yelled at him and I slammed the door behind him. It was then that I discovered that Guinness was now locked in. He tore past me, to get out the back door. He couldn't, so he tried to climb up and over the venetian blind. He got to the top before he realized that wasn't going to work either. Down he dropped from the ruined blind and back into the living room with him. I opened the door wide and stamped into the living room from the other side to drive him out.

Cheeky buggers. Almost as cheeky as the racoon who climbed up the gooseberry frames one night. We looked out to see a face staring in at us, startling us. We stepped outside with a flashlight and yelled at him, but he was quite reluctant to go.

posted on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 5:50:01 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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Sunday, March 08, 2009 
">The Seafarer
Title: The Seafarer
Author: Conor McPherson
Rating: 4 stars out of 5

We saw The Seafarer at the Seattle Rep this afternoon. Two brothers, Richard and Sharkey, share a house in north Dublin. There's little love lost between them. Richard, recently blinded, is controlling and wheedling. Sharkey is trying to stay off the gargle and it's not easy when Richard and his crony Ivan drink like fishes.

Sharkey's old rival, Nicky, arrives on Christmas Eve, bringing a stranger with him, Mr. Lockhart. They settle down to a game of poker and Sharkey privately learns that he's met the stranger once before. For Mr. Lockhart is the devil and he wants to collect the old debt that Sharkey owes him and take Sharkey's soul.

The brothers fight and fight. Like all squabbling siblings, they know how to get under each other's skin. Ivan and the brothers are wasters, whose lives have been distorted by drink, and Nicky is little better.

The play is grim in places, but it's also very funny, rich with humor between the characters and sometimes at their expense.

The cast do a creditable job of Irish accents, particularly the Harkin brothers. There's a large, apparent difference in ages between the two actors, making them somewhat improbable as brothers.

Runs until March 28th.

posted on Monday, March 09, 2009 6:04:17 AM (Pacific Daylight Time, UTC-07:00) 
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