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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   first frost of Fall, 2011
Friday, October 28 2011

There was frost on the grass this morning, marking the end of the growing season for the year. Gretchen had been complaining about the cold in the house, so I stoked a continuous fire in the woodstove all day long (again, for the first time this season). Happily, at least it was sunny, meaning we were socking away hot water to use some future day.
Today I found a PHP class online that would allow me to parse ESRI .shp files into a collection of coordinates. Being able to do this, the only thing left for me to do to get to a workable prototype of my Wikipedia-based field guide is to find a good algorithm for determining whether or not a point lies within a polygon (thus making the fieldguide localizable).

This evening I watched the premier episode of the second season of Gold Rush: Alaska, the reality show where our lovable dunderheads try (mostly unsuccessfully) to mine gold in the Alaskan wilderness. On tonight's show, it seemed like they'd finally found their stride and would be getting their due when (spoiler alert), Dakota Fred, their semi-nemesis from last season, came and bought their claim out from under them. Speaking of spoiler alerts, tonight's show was a bit too spoilery in its pre-commercial teases. By the time Dakota Fred runs them off, it's not really a surprise.


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