Kilma means word in Arabic, and that is what today’s post is about: words.
I decided yesterday that I wanted to dive back into programming by creating a tool that helps you remember words.
The app’s metaphor is the “flash cards” or “index cards” of yore, where a student might write a word or term on the front of the card, and its definition on the back.
The neat thing with this SPA (single page app) is that I will link to the relational browser database that comes with several major browsers, in particular, Chrome and Edge. This will allow students or end-users to set up their own lexicons, on a bespoke basis — such as a collection of important words in the domain of Sufism.
This will be an entertaining way to dive back into my programming jag, which was rudely interrupted in early Jan time by election-related shenanigans, plus of course the back pain from hell.
I think I will have some fun with SVG text, and also allow for Arabic words to be stored (the app will also provide a pleasant Arabic font).
The user could click on a word (the app would cycle automatically through the custom dictionary, slideshow style), which would cause the yellow card to flip front to back — and reveal the definition of the current word.
All in all, a very simple idea — but a good exercise nonetheless.
Would love to also develop it as an iOS / iphone app, but SWIFT takes a least a year to learn, and Safari no longer supports WebSQL, so there’s that.
Will I retreat to a forested wilderness and spend my final days extinguishing all traces of ego in the hopes of achieving Nirvana?
I’m am just a secular blog writer, man. Or, to phrase it redundantly, just another JAG, who observes the world and figures out what he wants to do before packing it in.
Often that is nothing.
I read with bemusement this NYT magazine article about a Gulf emir who likes to be called BMZ. I learned with particular interest of his interference in Egyptian political affairs that resulted in the fall of the now deceased Morsi.
He’s one of those dudes who think they are so important they can impose their particular view of reality on others.
But the arrogance of privilege is not my problem — though I remember what it felt like when I was like that.
Rather, what’s more crucial to me is… what am I about today?
Hier, or imbarah, if you will, I accomplished much of what I said I would do in yesterday’s post.
Today there will more of the same. Working on getting the enclosure ready for Geneva, our German shepherd puppy. This is literally back-breaking work, standing up all extended, 4 – 5 feet off the ground, straining to wipe and clean the mold off the beams of a lanai 12-15 feet high.
There shall be the usual 30 minute bike ride. The swim in the pool, sometime in the afternoon., The prep of monkish brown rice, that I will have with hard-boiled, organic brown eggs and some plain low fat yoghurt. Yes, I’m happy to report I seem to have lost 4 lbs in the past week. Boring does have its silent rewards.
I need to summon the energy to reapply myself to the study Eric Broug‘s Islamic Geometric Patterns book. I want to do all his exercises using SVG as a drawing medium, instead of pen and paper. Which means I have to level up my vector skills, Victor.
I contacted Broug on Twitter last year, but have not pursued it after being banned for calling Theresa May and Boris a pair of stupid c**ts. That was vulgar and unwise, but at the time I was still major pissed off at Brexit rendering my EU-UK passport worthless in terms of allowing me to move hassle free to Schengen, should the orange clown be re-elected in November.
Moderation in the face of relentless stupidity is probably a more mature response.
But I won’t renounce and detach. though I should. I do think Brexit is mad. I do think the US is becoming a grotesque country. Hardly original in either regard.
For now, other than the terrifying prospect of raising a German Shepherd at my age, and losing tons of weight, I shall try to create digital art.
It may seem like a trivial conceit, but it’s a healthy pastime for a man who is already way past his time.