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install quotable on CentOS 6.5

# install system dependencies: ffi and ssl
sudo yum install libffi-devel # assumming openssl-devl is installed.

# clone project
git clone https://github.com/nprapps/quotable.git 
cd quotable
first inserting documents like:
db.businesses.insert({tags: ['A']})
businesses@sam-HP-Z400> db.businesses.getIndexes()
[
{
"v" : 1,
"key" : {
<%--
Copyright 1997-2008 Day Management AG
Barfuesserplatz 6, 4001 Basel, Switzerland
All Rights Reserved.
This software is the confidential and proprietary information of
Day Management AG, ("Confidential Information"). You shall not
disclose such Confidential Information and shall use it only in
accordance with the terms of the license agreement you entered into
with Day.
//this is good
fn main() {
let x:uint = 2;
let msg = match x {
0 => "zero",
1 | 2 => "haha",
1..2 => "hehe",
_ => "#yolo"
};
"use strict"
//node --harmony binarysearch.js
// Input: sorted array
// Output: binary search tree
//
// wtf is a binary search tree?
// let me explain lols.
//
4
2 6
1 3 5 7
0
remove 4:
3
1 6
( A Story of a Provencal Shepherd )
When I was a shepherd on the Luberon, I did not see my friends for weeks. I was alone in the pasture with my dog Labri. From time to time, there passed the hermit of Mont-de-I'Ure searching with a sun-burned face of the people of Piemont.
They were simple , artless people, silent because they were for so long alone, not interested in talking and without any knowledge of what was being discussed in villageds and towns. Therefore, every two weeks, when I heard on the mountain road the bells of a mule from our farm carrying two weeks' provinsions, and saw the head of the farmer's boy or the reddish-brown hood of the aunt, Norade, appearing over the hill, I felt very happy. They told me the news of the low country, of baptisms, and marriages; but what interested me most was the news about the daughter of my master,our lady Stephanette. the most beautiful girl for miles around. Pretending indifference, I asked them if she had often visited festivals or vigils o
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Created February 19, 2014 15:38

( A Story of a Provencal Shepherd )

When I was a shepherd on the Luberon, I did not see my friends for weeks. I was alone in the pasture with my dog Labri. From time to time, there passed the hermit of Mont-de-I'Ure searching with a sun-burned face of the people of Piemont.

They were simple , artless people, silent because they were for so long alone, not interested in talking and without any knowledge of what was being discussed in villageds and towns. Therefore, every two weeks, when I heard on the mountain road the bells of a mule from our farm carrying two weeks' provinsions, and saw the head of the farmer's boy or the reddish-brown hood of the aunt, Norade, appearing over the hill, I felt very happy. They told me the news of the low country, of baptisms, and marriages; but what interested me most was the news about the daughter of my master,our lady Stephanette. the most beautiful girl for miles around. Pretending indifference, I asked them if she had often visited festivals or vigils o

#!/bin/bash
#~/.git_template/hooks/commit-msg
[[ "" != "$(grep -e '[A-Z]\+-[0-9]\+' "$1")" ]] || {
cat "$1"
echo >&2 "ERROR: No Jira ticket."
exec < /dev/tty
read -r -p "Proceed? [Yn]> " answer
DICT = {
1: 'one',
2: 'two',
3: 'three',
4: 'four',
5: 'five',
6: 'six',
7: 'seven',
8: 'eight',
9: 'nine',