Nikola 3 is out and it is good.
I just released version 3 of my static site generator, Nikola
It's a major release, there is hardly any code from the previous version that was not moved, prodded, broken or fixed!
The main features of Nikola:
Blogs, with tags, feeds, archives, comments, etc.
Themable
Fast builds, thanks to doit
Flexible
Small codebase (programmers can understand all of Nikola in a few hours)
reStructuredText and Markdown as input languages
Easy image galleries (just drop files in a folder!)
Syntax highlighting for almost any programming language or markup
Multilingual sites
Doesn't reinvent wheels, leverages existing tools.
Changes for this release (not exhaustive!):
New optional template argument for "nikola init"
New "install_theme" task
Optional address option for the "serve" task
Better looking codeblocks
Russian translation
Use markdown/reSt compiler based on post extension
Don't fail when there are no posts/stories/galleries/tags
Use configuration options as dependencies
Use more relative links for easier site rellocation
Syntax highlight for markdown
Better multicore builds (make the -n 2 or -n 4 options work)
Configurable output folder
Don't fail on posts with periods in the name
Different page names for different languages
Recognize (some) Mako template dependencies
Is now a more "normal" python package.
God, No! Signs You May Already Be an Atheist and Other Magical Tales
Review:Funny, thoughtful book from perhaps the only guy who can call Ron Jeremy Rob Pike and Richard Feynman his friends. |
I Must Be Doing it Wrong
It has been said that if noone hates you, you are doing it wrong. I must be doing it quite wrong because there seem to be a lot of people who like me, for some reason. For example, today I was in a dark mood all afternoon. I wrote aggressive stuff on twitter and IRC.
And what do I get? People asking me what was wrong and offering help. It's unfair. Unfair to them because they should not be subject to the moods of any asshole (including me). I can only claim, in the way of excuses, that my wife no longer works next to me all day.
If she were there, and saw me acting like that, she would have slapped me back into sensible behaviour by reminding me that I am a lucky bastard. She doesn't even have to say anything, she just has to be there. So, she arrived, I noticed I am a lucky bastard, and I am all mellow now.
So, if I acted like a bastard with you today, or any other day, sorry dude, I am a bit of a bastard. But I am a lucky one, and when I don't forget that, I am, I think, bearable.
It has swords in it.
Sergio de la Pava is Neal Stephenson with law and bullshit instead of computers and swords.
—Roberto Alsina
But there are also swords in A Naked Singularity!
—Levi Stahl
A while ago I finished reading "A naked singularity" by Sergio de la Pava.
If you have not read it, stop reading this now, take a week off and read it first. You may love me for telling you that, or you may hate me with the intensity of a thousand suns, but I doubt you will find it in you to say "meh" after you do.
I will try not to go into plot details, even though it's perhaps impossible to spoil this book. If I told you how it ends, it would not make any difference. If I told you about the chimp, or about the Casio Carousel, it may not matter. Or maybe it was a monkey, and the Carousel is done by Sony. Which it is, in the book. By Sony, not a monkey. I think.
Remember that kid in school that could tell the best jokes, and he did those funny voices? De la Pava writes in funny voices. And he breaks your heart with funny voices. His book doesn't meander, it goes straight and quick, determined and in a hurry right out to the middle of nowhere, then keeps going, goes offroad, keeps going, runs through a few walls, and comes back here, by just going and going. It has a motor, it has a rocket engine, it never blinks.
This book is ostensibly about a lawyer straying his path. It's probably written about something else. I have this strange feeling that most characters are imaginary, even though they talk and feel very real to me, who am writing this and thus am supposed to be more real than they are. It's hallucinatory gritty realism. It's poetic and technical. It's bullshit as an art form.
Which is, really, what attracted me to it. The dialog, the monologues, are to regular bullshit like fine dinners are to hot dogs. Sergio de la Pava may be the finest bullshit-giver in this blue planet of ours (take it from one dabbler in the art), and we are all lucky to have him writing.
UPDATE: How could I forget to mention that this book, this novel, has some of the best box writing since Mailer? It's an incredible feat, and I just forgot about it because there is so much stuff in it.
And yes, it has swords in it.