On 3 March[masked]:43, Kevin <[address removed]>
Hey all I know is I´m off to hike something I think people call "þor" Mountain tomorrow. It is supposed to be some kind of ancient pagan mountain. If any Java developers on here like extinct characters that may not have made much of a splash in Unicode, have a visit to Maggoty´s Wood, a small copse of trees located about a kilometre or so from the centre of Macclesfield. The forest is not remarkable except for the presence of a single tomb - dedicated to the last court jester in England. On that tomb, you´ll see an epitaph that he wrote himself. Check out
When I first read it I thought he was writing some kind of most mortem windup because one of the characters he used looked like a lower case a j without the dot that had been rotated about its x axis. It turns out that is some kind of extinct character. If you enlarge the image of the grave stone you will see the character near the bottom. Anyway new is relative I guess. But Kevin I did see that bent lower case t with a loop today on at least five signs. Either it was cool or I am simply easy to amuse!
You're probably talking about the long-s, which often looks like a f to modern eyes, and only exists nowadays in the form of the integral symbol:
s is often a weird letter in various alphabets, including such curiosities as the german "sharp s" (ß), the hungarian "sz" (which is considered a single letter, vs "s" which is pronounced "sh") and the Greek sigma, which has different shapes for the middle and end of words: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigma
On 2 March[masked]:39, Kevin Wright <[address removed]>
Neither of those are "new" letters, not by any stretch of the imagination. Both are valid old english:
hand-written, þ evolved to be written very much like the the letter y, which is why we still see names like "ye olde shoppe". The Gutenberg printing press killed it off though, because the Germans didn't use either letter. Instead, both þ and ð were replaced by "th" (which is why we now have the unusual two-letter combo for a single sound)
On 2 March[masked]:55, Kevin <[address removed]>
Cheers from near a lava field in Iceland Anup! Uh... I´ve never blogged - some people can carry it off better than others. But I will say this - there? (OK I had the single quote on this keyboard a minute ago!) almost nobody here where I am right now except a few shivering tourists, warm hearted tour guides and pagan trolls made out of hardened bubbled lava. And there are new alphabet characters I have not seen before like this one ð and that one þ and then this one over here that looks like a little happy face saying O.M.G with an expression of great surprise ö. Kev
On 29 February[masked]:39, Anup <[address removed]>
Kevin, finally got around to reading your witty observation of the daily grind on the tube. Very funny. Do you blog? I'd definitely add you to my google reader subscription. :)
On 14 February[masked]:31, Kevin <[address removed]>
I think that would be a bit iffy as development can be stressful anywhere. But let's give a London-specific scenario.
Assume you're whistlin' a tune that sounds a bit like "Hi Ho Hi Ho, it's off to code I go...". You head into the Tube and bustle past all those slow moving people who drag plastic wheelie suitcases behind them like they were some kind of medical attachment. But while you'd always give someone towing an oxygen tank a politely wide berth, you would have little patience for the fun-size suitcases that could safely store all 7 of the Snow White dwarves that could have helped you sing Hi Ho! A series of motorised sardine cans pulls up to the platform and opens. It gasps and exhales a batch of tube drones who don't smile and don't blink!
The cotton, polyester and woollen threads of clothes wind everyone into a close-pressed sweaty mass of humanity. People get squeezed nose to armpit and fixate on a point in space that's really a portal to their happy place or a window into what's in their in tray. The door closes and you can't but help to stop and consider all your new temporary friends.
There's the guy with eye-watering halitosis who is trying to adjust an errant nostril hair with his nose because he can't manage to scratch it. And with every tidy burp and cough you get a 3D smellovision tour of his G.I track! Then there's the guy who is playing his iPod way too loud. It's a silent scream for help that says "Notice me". And you'll be deafened by it unless you wear your mental ear plugs! Then sometimes there's the one with the wild 'n crazy clothes. She's doing that poised pause and has a look that says "I am... an individual, not a drone". Next to all the other poised-pausers who are also not part of the herd. Then ever occasionally there's the one you never see: the person who let off a quiet fart and got off at the last station.
Then there's the final kicker, depending on whether you're an optimist or a pessimist. It's the announcement that although there are "delays in service on lines A, B, and C...all other lines are great!". And then you go off to code.
Most of the time the Tube is actually OK, but sometimes it's good to walk or travel above ground somehow. Daylight is definitely underrated :)
On 8 February[masked]:17, Martijn Verburg <[address removed]>
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"My point today is that, if we wish to count lines of code, we should not regard them as "lines produced" but as "lines spent": the current conventional wisdom is so foolish as to book that count on the wrong side of the ledger" ~ Dijkstra