From a craigslist post, Letter to my dead girlfriend, via reddit:
Last weekend I finally took the step of cleaning out your clothes from the closet, which is very barren now. I invited your friends over to take your what they liked, it was an awkward session. I think they took them more as a favor to me than anything else. Liz cried when we pulled out all of your shoes, Miranda joined in and then Catherine broke down. It was strange to stand in our bedroom surrounded by three crying girls. I made a joke about them crying for joy at the prospect of some free Manolo Balhniks which they didn’t seem to find very funny.
One day, many decades in the future, some enterprising literature grad student will compile and analyze the gems Craigslist has to offer.
Indian Ocean’s percussionist and singer, Asheem Chakravarty passed away yesterday after a heart attack. This is truly sad news; Indian Ocean is one of my favorite bands and I have been to many of their concerts. Losing a member of a band as tight-knit and flawless as Indian Ocean is quite a big blow. My heart goes out to Asheem’s family and friends, Sushmit, Rahul, and Amit.
Asheem’s percussion was the backbone of the band, and if you listen carefully you’ll notice that it only stops for one thing — his vocal solos (This is why having 2 percussionists in a band is awesome). My most distinctive memory of Asheem is his solo singing of a sloka that opens a song from the Kandisa album, Khajuraho:
Brahmanandam parama sukhadam kevalam jnanamurtim dvandvaateetam gagana sadrusam tatvamasyadi lakshyam ekam nityam vimala machalam sarvadheesaakshibuutam bhaavaateetam triguna rahitam sadgurum tam namaami.
(Rough translation from here — “I salute to that true teacher who is the source of eternal bliss, supreme happiness, who has true wisdom who is beyond the dualities, who is infinite, whose attention is always on the divine, who is unique, eternal, pure, steady, and who sees with the eyes of wisdom who is beyond thoughts and beyond three faculties.”)
I am thankful for the wonderful rendition of slokas that are thousands of years old into your songs and making this accessible to our “pop-rock” generation. You may not be with us any more, but your voice and your tabla will echo in the universe forever. Rest in peace.
To continue the tradition of two years (2007, and 2008), here is a list of cities I have been in 2009. It seems quieter than the last few, but I realized some of them were multiple trips and extended stays. I hope 2010 is a longer list!
Recent additions to my /etc/hosts file:
#arnab addiction -- cold turkey time
This is a meta post describing two features on this blog that I don’t think I’ve documented before. Apologies for the navel-gazing, I hope there’s enough useful information here to make it worth reading
Most folks read my blog through the RSS feed, but those who peruse the web version get to see many different forms of navigational aids to help the user around the website. Since the blog runs on Drupal , I get to deploy all sorts of fun stuff. One example is the Similar Entries module, that uses MySQL’s FULLTEXT similarity to show possibly related posts1. This allows you to jump around on the website reading posts similar to each other, which is especially useful for readers who come in from a search engine result page. For example, they may come in looking for Magic Bus for the iPhone , but given that they’re probable iPhone users, they may be interested in the amusing DIY iPhone Speakers post.
The Timeline Footer
However, given that this blog has amassed about a thousand posts over seven years now, it becomes hard to expose an “overview” of that much information to the reader in a concise manner. Serendipitous browsing can only go so far. Since this is a personal blog, it is interesting to appreciate the chronological aspect of posts. Many blogs have a “calendar archive” to do this, but somehow I find them unappealing; they occupy too much screen space for the amount of information they deliver. My answer to this is a chronological histogram, which shows the frequency of posts over time:
Each bar represents the number of blog posts I posted that month, starting from August 2002 until now2. Moving your mouse over each bar tells you which month it is. This visualization presents many interesting bits of information. On a personal note, it clearly represents many stages of my life. June of 2005 was a great month for my blog — it had the highest number of posts, possibly related to the fact that I had just moved to Bangalore, a city with and active Blogging community. There are noticeable dips that reflect extended periods of travel and bigger projects.
In the background, this is all done by a simple
The Dot Header
Many of my posts are manually categorized using Drupal’s excellent taxonomy system. A traditional solution to this is to create sections, so that the user can easily browse through all my Poems or my nerdy posts. The problem is that this blog contains notes and links to things that I think are “interesting”, a classification that has constantly evolved as my interests have changed over the past decade. Not only is it hard for me to box myself into a fixed set of categories, maintaining the evolution of these categories across 7+ years is not something I want to deal with every day.
This is where tags and automatic term extraction come in. As you can see in the top footer of the blog mainpage , each dot is a topic, automatically extracted from all posts on the website. I list the top 60 topics in alphabetical order, where each topic is also a valid taxonomy term. The aesthetics are inspired by the RaphaelJS dots demo, but just like the previous visualization, it is done using pure CSS + HTML. The size and color of the dot is based on the number of items that contain that term. Hovering over each dot gives you the label and count for that dot, clicking them takes you to an index of posts with that term. This gives me a concise and maintainable way to tell the user what kinds of things I write about. It also addresses a problem that a lot of my readers have — they either care only about the tech-related posts (click on the biggest purple dot!), or only about the non-tech posts (look for the “poetry” dot in the last row!).
This visualization works by first automatically extracting terms from each post. This is done using the OpenCalais module (I used to previously use Yahoo’s Term Extractor, but switched since it seems Yahoo!‘s extractor is scheduled to be decommissioned soon). The visualization is updated constantly using a cached
GROUP BY block similar to the previous visualization, this time grouped on the taxnomy term. This lets me add new posts as often as I like, tags are automatically generated and are reflected in the visualization without me having to do anything.
So that’s it, two simple graphical ways to represent content. I know that the two visualizations aren’t the best thing since sliced bread and probably wont solve World Peace, but it’s an attempt to encourage discoverability of content on the site. Comments are welcome!
1 I actually created that module (and the CAPTCHA module) over four years ago; they’ve been maintained and overhauled by other good folks since.
2 Arnab’s World is older than that (possibly 1997 — hence the childish name!), but that’s the oldest blog post I could recover.
If you’re a recent convert to Mac OS X (Tiger / Leopard / Snow Leopard / etc) or someone who uses multiple operating systems at the same time, the differences in mouse and keyword shortcuts get confusing, even irritating sometimes. One of the most irritating ones for me is the difference in what happens when you middle-click on the mouse.
In Windows / Linux, middle clicking in browsers is used to open and close tabs. In OS X, this doesn’t work because middle click is used to trigger the Dashboard. Every time I would want to open or close a tab, the dashboard would show up! To disable this, all you have to do is go to System Preferences > Exposé & Spaces and set the mouse shortcut to “-”.
For the newbies, here’s a screenshot guide. First select “System Preferences”:
Then click on the “Exposé & Spaces” button:
Set the “Dashboard” mouse shortcut to “—” :
So that it looks like this:
And that’s it! You will now be able to middle click to open and close tabs in Mozilla Firefox and Google Chrome. For Safari, you can open tabs, but closing tabs don’t work.
And there you have it, middle click tabs on Mac OS X!
He sat there staring at a blank terminal screen. He tried to remember exactly what it was that he was going to do next.
“Wow, this Twitter and Facebook habit has totally eliminated my ability to concentrate,” he thought.
Instinctively looking at the clock, he was alarmed at what time it was.
“2:31am… Wow, It’s tomorrow now… November 28th. Hmm.”
He smiled at the embarrassing memories. He remembered looking at the lone curled lock of hair that used to hang from the side of her forehead; the ill-fitting skirt; the smile. He remembered having conversations with her and getting distracted by the cuteness of her ever so slightly snubbed nose. He remembered being the new boy.
1997 was a confusing year. A new city, a new school, a new set of friends. The itinerant lifestyle had made it easier to compartmentalize relationships with people. It wasn’t something he preferred. Someone once had quipped that children of IAS officers were successful in life because of their ability to make friends quickly, and he had accepted that as a commiseration.
“A quick log in into the social networks I guess…”.
It had become a habit — any empty moment was occupied by “socializing” with a website. At least he had an excuse this time.
“Dear Julie, wish you a very Happy Birthday! Hope “ he wrote.
“Dear Julie, wish you a very Happy Birthday!”
It was 4 years since he’d broken up with her. It was painful but amicable; and they’d both moved on since. They had been great friends once, and they stayed friends since. The breakup left him in a strange place where he wasn’t quite sure exactly how much affection is too much. Especially on a Facebook wall. Better safe than sorry, he guessed.
He met Julie at a party in the first year of college. Common t-shirt colors led to a conversation about what else was in common. Not a lot, just states where they grew up, Zodiac signs and an uncanny interest in Lucky Ali. He liked her from the first time he met her, but he remembered her because of the irony in her birthdate. It was exactly the same as Divya’s.
“…Sharma. Divya Sharma. Roll Number 32” he remembered, revisiting a seldom-visited corner of his memories. Those memories were forgotten for good reason. Unlike college, which was a blast, he didn’t quite liked it when he joined Crescent Public.
The new high school was an absurdity. He had never met a bunch of more cacophonous kids before. Maybe this is a culture thing, but he’d much rather go back to his well-behaved alma-mater back in Bokaro. And somehow it seemed she knew exactly what he was thinking.
“You’ll get used to it. We’re not all that bad.”
“I’m Divya, by the way.”
He quickly found out that she was right. It was loud, but most of the kids were alright. More importantly, he had his first interaction with someone at school, and it was Divya. Amidst all the newness, he desperately needed some sense of familiarity, some sense of closeness. And when he found none, Divya became an easy substitute, even if she was that girl who sat in front of him and sometimes said Hi during break, even if he couldn’t come up with a single word to respond with. Weeks go by quickly when you have a pile of unfamiliar homework and a cute little puppy crush. And then one day Dad walks into the study room.
“Son, we have some good news. Mom mentioned how you were having trouble fitting in at your current school. We talked to the folks at this other school we think you’ll really like. I know it’s 3 weeks into the school year, but they’re willing to let you join.”
Lather Rinse Repeat. New uniform, new school bus, new school anthem that he would have to mumble through pretending to know the words.
The new school turned out to be yet another experience. It was still different from the Jesuit education imparted to him over the last 10 years and 4 schools, but he quickly found himself making a connection with the place. New interests were kindled, new friends were made, life went on.
And yet, the ponderous doodle on his notebook still said “Divya”. With a dot repeatedly penciled in so many times that it made a hole into the next page. It had been 3 months. He had new friends now! November 28th came by, he had astronomy camp at school that night. While everyone laid there on the school ground looking at the stars, he lay there thinking about parallel universes.
“#[Share]#” “Your wall message has been posted.”
“Hmm. I wonder where she is now….” he murmured as he typed in “Divya Sharma” into the search box. “There’s probably a million of them, hope I don’t have to wade through this for hours.”
Five minutes later, he was staring at the profile picture of the Divya Sharma he knew, with the same nose and the very same dangling lock of hair. In her wedding dress, with her new husband.
He smiled and stared at the browser window for a while. He clicked the “Request as friend” button, and began writing an introductory message. For some reason, the words after “Hey! Is this the Divya Sharma from Crescent Public School? Oh, btw, Happy Birthday!”
“Hey! Is this the Divya Sharma from Crescent Public School?”
He smiled again, canceled the request and closed the browser window.
Some memories were best left untouched.
Philip Greenspun’s article on money has an interesting opening parable:
“There are three ways to make money. You can inherit it. You can marry it. You can steal it.”
— conventional wisdom in Italy
A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money. The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, “Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel. I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents. The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I’d accumulated a fortune of $1.37. Then my wife’s father died and left us two million dollars.”