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## believe-it.txt
Believe It


Hard to believe that, after all of it,

in bed for good now, knowing you haven’t done

one thing of any lasting benefit

## basic.html
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="utf-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
<title>~crm</title>
<style>
body {
  max-width: 600px;
  margin: 0 auto;

## transcriber.rb
=begin README

Here's what this script does:

1. checks a Gmail inbox
2. finds attachments (which it expects to be WAV files)
3. pipes them through Google's voice transcription service
4. emails you the results

I use it with the Instacorder iPhone app for a super-fast, push-to-talk

## grammar-punctuation-etc.txt
Don't hyphenate very or an -ly adverb in a compound modifier. For example, a very good time, an easily remembered rule.

## battles.md

      
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                FLOOD OF FIRE, Amitav Ghosh:
              
          
    In other ways too the day was a revelation to Neel. He had never witnessed a battle before and was profoundly affected by what he saw. Thinking about it later he understood that a battle was a distillation of time: years and years of preparation, decades of innovation and change were squeezed into a clash of very short duration. And when it was over the impact radiated backwards and forwards through time, determining the future and even, in a sense, changing the past, or at least the general understanding of it. It astonished him that he had not recognized before the terrible power that was contained within these wrinkles in time -- a power that could mould the lives of those who came afterwards for generation after generation. He remembered how, when reading of long-ago battles like Panipat and Plassey, he had thought of them as immeasurably distant from his own life, a matter of quaint uniforms and old-fashioned weaponry. Only now did it occur to him that it was on battlefields such as those that his own pl

  
## argh.rb
# 4<w<8, 1<y<10, x and z are 6-sided dice.

HOW_MANY = 100000

def range_rand(min,max)
  min + rand(max-min)
end

def test_it
  w = range_rand(4,8)

## wi.rb
require 'rubygems'
require 'net/http'
require 'json'
require 'date'

module WatchInstantly

  NUM_DAYS = 13

  # main method

## summerknowledge.txt
Summer knowledge is not the winter's truth, the truth of fall,
    the autumn's fruition, vision and recognition:
It is not May knowledge, little and leafing and growing green,
    blooming out and blossoming white,
It is not the knowing and the knowledge of the gold fall and
    the ripened darkening vineyard,
Nor the black tormented, drenched and rainy knowledge of birth,
    April, and travail,
The knowledge of the womb's convulsions, and the coiled cord's
    ravelled artery, severed and cut open,

## smallscore.txt
Meek, sang the crickets, wheat, meet, creek,
And the birds sang tutti, all of them:
   "Bubble, little,
    Whistle, pretty,
    Trickle, whittle,
    Lipping and dripping
    Sipping the well
    Where the fawn dipped
    Before dawn descended
    And darkness surrendered

## gist:1938148
For West is where we all plan to go some day.
It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach.
It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered.
It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it.
It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire.
It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills.
It is where you go to grow up with the country.
It is where you go to spend your old age.
Or it is just where you go.
	Believe It



	Hard to believe that, after all of it,

	in bed for good now, knowing you haven’t done

	one thing of any lasting benefit
	<!DOCTYPE html>
	<html lang="en">
	<head>
	<meta charset="utf-8">
	<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
	<title>~crm</title>
	<style>
	body {
	max-width: 600px;
	margin: 0 auto;
	=begin README

	Here's what this script does:

	1. checks a Gmail inbox
	2. finds attachments (which it expects to be WAV files)
	3. pipes them through Google's voice transcription service
	4. emails you the results

	I use it with the Instacorder iPhone app for a super-fast, push-to-talk
	# 4<w<8, 1<y<10, x and z are 6-sided dice.

	HOW_MANY = 100000

	def range_rand(min,max)
	min + rand(max-min)
	end

	def test_it
	w = range_rand(4,8)
	require 'rubygems'
	require 'net/http'
	require 'json'
	require 'date'

	module WatchInstantly

	NUM_DAYS = 13

	# main method
	Summer knowledge is not the winter's truth, the truth of fall,
	the autumn's fruition, vision and recognition:
	It is not May knowledge, little and leafing and growing green,
	blooming out and blossoming white,
	It is not the knowing and the knowledge of the gold fall and
	the ripened darkening vineyard,
	Nor the black tormented, drenched and rainy knowledge of birth,
	April, and travail,
	The knowledge of the womb's convulsions, and the coiled cord's
	ravelled artery, severed and cut open,
	Meek, sang the crickets, wheat, meet, creek,
	And the birds sang tutti, all of them:
	"Bubble, little,
	Whistle, pretty,
	Trickle, whittle,
	Lipping and dripping
	Sipping the well
	Where the fawn dipped
	Before dawn descended
	And darkness surrendered
	For West is where we all plan to go some day.
	It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach.
	It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered.
	It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it.
	It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire.
	It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills.
	It is where you go to grow up with the country.
	It is where you go to spend your old age.
	Or it is just where you go.