Installing Melody

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So I came across Melody which is a open source extension of Movable Types blog software. It sound interesting so I thought I would give it a swing. One thing that was noted several times in my research is that Movable Type was waaaaay behind WordPress and its famous 5-minute install.

I have to say it’s true. I got most of the install going but nowhere did it mention that the url to initiate the install was http://domain.com/cgi-bin/install.cgi

Kinda an important fact. At this point I am now stuck because the install wizard states that I need HTML::Parser installed and my Snow Leopard machine is choking trying to install it. Part of the problem is I don’t know perl from a hole in the ground and part is because even though I think (though fink) I have got the latest package installed, the wizard doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge the face: deep sigh. Now I am into something called CPAN and the coding is getting hot and heavy.
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At this point I think the issue is I have not set up CPAN correctly because it keeps failing on the make command.
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&^%$# I don’t have xcode installed since the upgrade to Snow Leopard. #$%@^! 3.5 gb download from the Apple Developer site
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To enter CPAN: sudo perl -MCPAN -e shell
install HTML::Parser

That was phase one. Then it turns out mysql isn’t a default install so I had to go back and try:
install DBD::mysql

My definition of geekery

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Chicago 16 states:
I love Eats, Shoots & Leaves, but I would have preferred to see “and” in the title rather than the ampersand &#8212 which would allow for a serial comma after “Shoots.”

Section 6.2, p. 307
Chicago Manual of Style, Sixteenth Edition

Sheesh!

Waiting for French Toast

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Real French toast tonight with a primativo and company. Why am I blogging? Well others need to visit and I’m a geek. Anyway, wordpress has another app update available and it is supposed to limit the crashing.

An image:

I still don’t get the insert metaphor. Now to try something else…

Drawn to arrogance

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Dennis Johnson was an arrogant man, an ass even. He treated his assistant like a menial, he saved his attention for the powerful and influential in the room, he practically raised writers from infancy, he made money at publishing poetry and he generally electrified any space he occupied.

Dennis is dead at 58. (http://www.bookcentre.ca/news/dennis_johnson_19522011)

I admired him greatly. He built a press that was incomparable in it’s milieu, he championed the industry and he was very, very successful in an arena that chewed up and spat out presses annually. How do you eulogized a man like this? How do you celebrate his magnificence?

I’m going to raise a glass.

To Dennis… I’ll grab some cash at the ATM for you and meet you at the bar.

Can you say disaster?

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Well, we’re moving. Or at least I am. Zak’s still working and not packing and Leslie’s up to here eyeballs in marking still.

But I’m puttering along by myself. Sam’s already moved and freaked out and Art is left behind with Zak and freaked by the lack of furniture. We are supposed to be done by Xmas but I doubt it.

Anyway, this is the remnants of our old home. I’ll post some pics later of the new one…