Joel Shaver

Apr 21 2014
First, what precisely do I mean by philology? It is an accurate index of philology’s fall from grace that most people today have only the vaguest idea what the word means. I have heard it confused with phrenology, and even for those who know better, philology shares something of the disrepute of that nineteenth century pseudoscience.
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Apr 15 2014
(via Diagramming Sentences)
Is this what it takes to figure out how to diagram an adverb modifying a preposition?

(via Diagramming Sentences) Is this what it takes to figure out how to diagram an adverb modifying a preposition?

Mar 05 2014

absolute css centering

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Mar 03 2014
Useful for my research-based assignments… (via xkcd: Second)

Useful for my research-based assignments… (via xkcd: Second)

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The task before us – to spark a renaissance of attention – is monumental, and yet it’s as crucial as greening the planet or rebuilding our financial system.
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As a result, nearly a third of workers say they’re too busy and interrupted to process or reflect on the work they do, according to the Families and Work Institute. High levels of interruptions also are related to stress, frustration, even lowered creativity, studies from Harvard Business School and the University of California/Irvine show. Intriguingly, people who multitask most often are less able to focus on what’s important than those who multitask rarely, one new study shows. The veteran jugglers are “suckers for irrelevancy,” according to Stanford’s Clifford Nass.
Jan 27 2014

THE CHINESE SITUATION

From MR. DOOLEY’S PHILOSOPHY (1900) By Finley Peter Dunne

"Well, sir," said Mr. Hennessy, "to think iv th’ audacity iv thim Chinymen! It do bate all."
“It do that,” said Mr. Dooley. “It bates th’ wurruld. An’ what’s it comin’ to? You an’ me looks at a Chinyman as though he wasn’t good f’r annything but washin’ shirts, an’ not very good at that. Tis wan iv th’ spoorts iv th’ youth iv our gr-reat cities to rowl an impty beer keg down th’ steps iv a Chinee laundhry, an’ if e’er a Chinyman come out to resint it they’d take him be th’ pigtail an’ do th’ joynt swing with him. But th’ Chinyman at home’s a diff’rent la-ad. He’s with his frinds an’ they’re manny iv thim an’ he’s rowlin’ th’ beer kegs himsilf an’ Westhren Civilization is down in th’ laundhry wondhrin’ whin th’ police’ll come along.”
“Th’ Lord f’rgive f’r sayin’ it, Hinnissy, but if I was a Chinyman, which I will fight anny man f’r sayin,’ an’ was livin’ at home, I’d tuck me shirt into me pants, put me braid up in a net, an’ go out an’ take a fall out iv th’ in-vader if it cost me me life. Here am I, Hop Lung Dooley, r-runnin’ me little liquor store an’ p’rhaps raisin’ a family in th’ town iv Koochoo. I don’t like foreigners there anny more thin I do here. Along comes a bald-headed man with chin whiskers from Baraboo, Wisconsin, an’ says he: ‘Benighted an’ haythen Dooley,’ says he, ‘ye have no God,’ he says. ‘I have,’ says I. ‘I have a lot iv thim,’ says I. ‘Ye ar-re an oncultivated an’ foul crather,’ he says. ‘I have come six thousan’ miles f’r to hist ye fr’m th’ mire iv ignorance an’ irrellijon in which ye live to th’ lofty plane iv Baraboo,’ he says. An’ he sets down on an aisy chair, an’ his wife an’ her friends come in an’ they inthrojooce Mrs. Dooley to th’ modhren improvements iv th’ corset an’ th’ hat with th’ blue bur-rd onto it, an’ put shame into her because she hasn’t let her feet grow, while th’ head mission’ry reads me a pome out iv th’ Northwesthren Christyan Advocate. ‘Well,’ says I, ‘look here, me good fellow,’ I says. ‘Me an’ me people has occypied these here primises f’r manny years,’ I says, ‘an’ here we mean to stay,’ I says. ‘We’re doin’ th’ best we can in th’ matther iv gods,’ says I. ‘We have thim cast at a first-rate foundhry,’ I says, ‘an’ we sandpa-aper thim ivry week,’ says I. ‘As f’r knowin’ things,’ I says, ‘me people wrote pomes with a markin’ brush whin th’ likes iv ye was r-runnin’ ar-round wearin’ a short pelisse iv sheepskins an’ batin’ each other to death with stone hammers,’ says I. An’ I’m f’r firin’ him out, but bein’ a quite man I lave him stay.”
“Th’ nex’ day in comes a man with a suit iv clothes that looks like a tablecloth in a section house, an’ says he: ‘Poor ignorant haythen,’ he says, ‘what manner iv food d’ye ate?’ he says. ‘Rice,’ says I, ‘an’ rats is me fav’rite dish,’ I says. ‘Deluded wretch,’ says he. ‘I riprisint Armour an’ Company, an’ I’m here to make ye change ye’er dite,’ he says. ‘Hinceforth ye’ll ate th’ canned roast beef iv merry ol’ stock yards or I’ll have a file iv sojers in to fill ye full iv ondygistible lead,’ he says. An’ afther him comes th’ man with Aunt Miranda’s Pan Cakes an’ Flaked Bran an’ Ye’ll-perish-if-ye-don’t-eat-a-biscuit an’ other riprisintatives iv Westhern Civilization, an’ I’m to be shot if I don’t take thim all.” “Thin a la-ad runs down with a chain an’ a small glass on three sticks an’ a gang iv section men that answers to th’ name iv Casey, an’ pro-ceeds f’r to put down a railroad. ‘What’s this f’r?’ says I. ‘We ar-re th’ advance guard iv Westhren Civilization,’ he says, ‘an we’re goin’ to give ye a railroad so ye can go swiftly to places that ye don’t want to see,’ he says. ‘A counthry that has no railroads is beneath contimpt,’ he says. ‘Casey,’ he says,’sthretch th’ chain acrost yon graveyard,’ he says. ‘I aim f’r to put th’ thrack just befure that large tombstone marked Riquiescat in Pace, James H. Chung-a-lung,’ he says. ‘But,’ says I, ‘ye will disturb pah’s bones,’ says I, ‘if ye go to layin’ ties,’ I says. ‘Ye’ll be mixin’ up me ol’ man with th’ Cassidy’s in th’ nex’ lot that,’ I says, ‘he niver spoke to save in anger in his life,’ I says. ‘Ye’re an ancestor worshiper, heathen,’ says the la-ad, an’ he goes on to tamp th’ mounds in th’ cimitry an ballast th’ thrack with th’ remains iv th’ deceased. An’ afther he’s got through along comes a Fr-rinchman, an’ an Englishman, an’ a Rooshan, an’ a Dutchman, an’ says wan iv them: ‘This is a comfortable lookin’ saloon,’ he says. ‘I’ll take th’ bar, ye take th’ ice-box an’ th’ r-rest iv th’ fixtures.’ ‘What f’r?’ says I. ‘I’ve paid th’ rent an’ th’ license,’ says I. ‘Niver mind,’ says he. ‘We’re th’ riprisintatives iv Westhren Civilization,’ he says, ‘an’ ‘tis th’ business iv Westhren Civilization to cut up th’ belongings iv Easthren Civilization,’ he says. ‘Be off,’ he says, ‘or I’ll pull ye’er hair,’ he says. ‘Well,’ says I, ‘this thing has gone far enough,’ I says. ‘I’ve heerd me good ol’ cast-iron gods or josses abused,’ I says, ‘an’ I’ve been packed full iv canned goods, an’ th’ Peking Lightnin’ Express is r-runnin’ sthraight through th’ lot where th’ bones iv me ancesthors lies,’ I says. ‘I’ve shtud it all,’ I says, ‘but whin ye come here to bounce me off iv me own primises,’ I says, ‘I’ll have to take th’ leg iv th’ chair to ye,’ I says. An’ we’re to th’ flure.”
“That’s th’ way it stands in Chiny, Hinnissy, an’ it looks to me as though Westhren Civilization was in f’r a bump. I mind wanst whin a dhrunk prize fighter come up th’ r-road and wint to sleep on Slavin’s steps. Some iv th’ good sthrong la-ads happened along an’ they were near bein’ at blows over who shud have his watch an’ who shud take his hat. While they were debatin’ he woke up an’ begin cuttin’ loose with hands an’ feet, an’ whin he got through he made a collection iv th’ things they dhropped in escapin’ an’ marched ca’mly down th’ sthreet. Mebbe ‘twill tur-rn out so in Chiny, Hinnissy. I see be th’ pa-apers that they’se four hundherd millyons iv thim boys an’ be hivins! ‘twuddent surprise me if whin they got through batin’ us at home, they might say to thimsilves: ‘Well, here goes f’r a jaunt ar-roun’ the wurruld.’ Th’ time may come, Hinnissey, whin ye’ll be squirtin’ wather over Hop Lee’s shirt while a man named Chow Fung kicks down ye’er sign an’ heaves rocks through ye’er windy. The time may come, Hinnissy. Who knows?”
“End ye’er blather,” said Mr. Hennessy. “They won’t be anny Chinymen left whin Imp’ror Willum gets through.”
“Mebbe not,” says Mr. Dooley. “He’s a sthrong man. But th’ Chinymen have been on earth a long time, an’ I don’t see how we can push so manny iv thim off iv it. Annyhow, ‘tis a good thing f’r us they ain’t Christyans an’ haven’t larned properly to sight a gun.”

Jan 03 2014
Jan 01 2014

Dynamically exporting Google docs in multiple formats

You can do it by using the Export as PDF tool like this: Your document link (example):  

https://docs.google.com/x/yyyy/document/z/nvjsinmsdfjnlsnlkkn-hslknl1_V7sc/edit Change the end of link from /edit to /export?format=pdf  

https://docs.google.com/x/yyyy/document/z/nvjsinmsdfjnlsnlkkn-hslknl1_V7sc/export?format=pdf  

However this needs Sharing setting to be modified Anyone who has the link can view  

It works with:  

/export?format=docx  

/export?format=odt  

/export?format=rtf  

/export?format=pdf  

/export?format=txt  

/export?format=html

(Source: webapps.stackexchange.com)

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