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Does Rhythmbox's inability to use xattrs to store ratings bug you?
If so, first, you're a hopeless geek. Second, I've written a little Python script to work around the issue. I'll post another one that reads the ratings and rewrites Rhythmbox's database with them in a while.
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Maybe he was a Choirboy?
Having read The Subtle Knife, I can confidently say that Philip Pullman has read (and probably loves) the work of William Blake.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
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Not even crickets
Right now, I'd love to be sitting on the shore of a certain underground lake in utter, complete pitch darkness and perfect silence, just sitting with a certain friend of mine who also appreciates such things.
Instead, I'm unable to sleep because I took my antidepressants too late in the day (this messes my sleep up something awful), so I'm going ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes quick trumps good
I worked up the enthusiasm to make a rather tasty smoked fish pie (which I'd intended to do on Sat), a potato/cucumber/spinach salad with mint & lime juice, and a proper green salad for dinner tonight. Somehow it ended up taking two and a half hours, though - and while I don't hurry when I cook, that's just absurdly slow ( Read more... ) -
Turns out food is important
So, it turns out that food matters. A small early dinner six hours before two hours of enthusiastic (albeit poor) dancing will catch up to you. I flaked out rather suddenly at Sin (feeling woozy/queasy/exhausted) and only realised why I felt so shocking when I started getting wobbly and shaky while walking home. Nothing but water (not even sugary ( Read more... ) -
"Thrown they were, from the Whore and Trumpet; In the street, no coin, no strumpet"
I've been reading Chaucer, specifically Troilus and Criseyde. It turns out that I can get some funny looks when sitting on a train grinning madly or giggling like a maniac ... while reading 14th century poetry. The red/pink hair probably doesn't help. In any case, the mix of insight, word play, and humor both subtle and occasionally coarse is hard ( Read more... ) -
Too far away
While things may be good in general, one's thoughts may still drift to sad things. Presently, it's sympathy and concern for a friend and their family that's weighing on my mind - though I don't really know much about it, some things are universal to one extent or another and thus so is empathy about them.
*Hugs*
If there's anything I can do, you ( Read more... ) -
Suicide is painless
While cycling home past Daglish station, I saw a stopped train, a pack of police, some shocked passengers waiting outside the station, and a completely wrecked looking train driver. Someone had killed themselves on the train line - again. It saddens me, but not just for the reasons you might think at face value ( Read more... ) -
Cooking favourites
After burbling aloud (does it count as aloud in SMS? Who cares) about cooking things for later this week, I found myself (a) very darn hungry and (b) trying to think of all the things I really like to make. Since I'm bored and unable to sleep I'm rambling about the latter here.
( On pumpkin soup and tasty things to make )
