Saturday, December 17, 2016

Hierarchical-reveal hypertext design

The new style of hypertext I'm exploring in the post "Button test" below is a partial blogger simulation of my planned Fweet-style Ulysses database I've been calling Uleet.

Since Blogger recently changed their rules for images to require https, I'm looking at going thru all 800 pages to find image substitutes.

I thought I might take the opportunity to try to:

1) streamline the page design

2) tag the note-types in anticipation of Uleet

I hadn't expected to be able to implement conceal-reveal buttons in Blogger, but a lot of that kind of stuff seems do-able if you know how.

The current design goals:

1) when you first load a page, you see almost-uninterrupted Joycean text. Linebreaks are freeform for readability, with subtle annotations-buttons at convenient points. (Delaney's embedded podcasts are also visible at this level.)

[at the moment, only the annotations-buttons after "stairhead" and "crossed" are implemented]

2) clicking an annotations-button opens up a summary-view of all annotations for that passage, one short line for each note, starting with a colored oval with emoji (itself the next level of reveal-button) followed by the note-type in CAPS and a short summary-title. (illustrations are visible at this level) The background colors of the ovals will probably categorise the note-types in some simpler way.

3) Clicking an oval button opens that note. These can include a lot more redundant links since their display is optional.

Serious readers will be expected to open every note, skimmers can ignore all but their primary interest.

Switching formats will be a huge task.  The html is ugly and verbose, and the note-types are messy and arbitrary.

The emoji symbols may or may not prove useful-- at least they're decorative.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Button test

telemachus: 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23


Delaney: [1]

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan
came from the stairhead,

bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled,
was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air.

He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
Introibo ad altare Dei.

Delaney: [2]

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely:
— Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest.
He faced about and blessed gravely thrice
the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains.

Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus,
he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air,
gurgling in his throat and shaking his head.

Delaney: [3]

Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy,
leaned his arms on the top of the staircase

and looked coldly
at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,
equine in its length,
and at the light untonsured hair,
grained and hued like pale oak.

Delaney: [4]

Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror
and then covered the bowl smartly.
— Back to barracks! he said sternly.

He added in a preacher's tone:
— For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine:
body and soul and blood and ouns.

Slow music, please.
Shut your eyes, gents.
One moment.
A little trouble about those white corpuscles.
Silence, all.

He peered sideways up and gave a long low whistle of call,
then paused awhile in rapt attention,
his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points.

Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
— Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely.
Switch off the current, will you?


mysteries: Christine; white corpuscles; Two strong shrill whistles answered... Switch off the current, will you?

telemachus: 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Friday, December 2, 2016

Tana French's Dublin

(her primary settings all seem to relocate real placenames to fictional sites)

In the Woods

There's lots of Irish places called 'Knocknaree' but this one is fictional, location (red paddle) implied by ""She had had a ballet class in Stillorgan, a few miles in towards the center of Dublin

Two local motorways opened in 2005

Poem: "At the British War Cemetery, Bayeux" by Charles Causley

The Likeness

Ryan's room is a stone's throw from the Tower (also Synge's pissed-on door)

Ryan and Maddox walk the famous Strand

their offices are in the Castle (like Martin Cunningham's)

Ballsbridge is where the cavalcade ends up

UCD has moved

Knocknaree would have been about an hour's walk from Deasy's school