浅谈如何提取 WordPress eXtended RSS (WXR) 中的信息

啊,然后我又很久没写博客了。明天要上班鸟,毕竟是第一份正儿八经全职工作,还是有点紧张外加期待的。这篇文也是拖了好久没写了,主要是在我分析完我的推特数据以后突然发现,我使用 WordPress based 的博客也有七年了(记录可以一直追溯到09年——再之前我也有用过yo2之类的 WP托管型博客,但是貌似我没有导出记录)。就突然心血来潮想看一下词云。(我知道WP有能提供词云的插件 ><)但托管在 WordPress.com 的博客有那么一点不一样,导出的数据格式不是普通的XML,而是WXR (WordPress eXtended RSS)。跟推特很好心的在打包的 zip file 里给你提供好 .csv 文件不一样,WordPress.com 的导出记录用文本编辑器打开来看就是长得很丑的……XML。所以就简单说下怎么提取数据啦。

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懒人菜谱

没出国之前我真的是十指不沾阳春水的大小姐,做饭这种东西根本不需要我动手叫仆人我爸就可以了(说真的到现在我都好怀念我爸的手艺呜,天底下再没有比他做的好吃的菜了)时差党也当了快三年半了,没几把刷子天天在外面打牙祭也终归不是个办法。其实我真的不会做饭QAQ 这篇文章志在献给和我一样厨艺不太精湛的二十刚出头的同龄人,基本做法就是这样啦,要玩花样你们可以尽管试试。我饮食比较清淡(其实是因为我不会调味每次盐要不就是给的不够要不就是太多),所以口味重的童鞋可以略微自己看着给。越南仔上周问过我一般煮的是哪国的料理,我想了半天也答不上来。嘛,大概就是混搭风……?总而言之还算好吃还可以吃就行啦(((

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Starry Starry Night.

Vincent – Don Mclean on Youtube

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
And how you suffered for your sanity 
How you tried to set them free 
They would not listen, they did not know how 
Perhaps they’ll listen now 

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

//My feeling can be best conveyed if the subject changes from “Vincent” to “@koyyuri“. Rest in peace, my friend. You deserve a better life in heaven. I’ll see you next samsara if reincarnation does exist.