我的 Vim 配置成型已经有不少时间了，过去也是看着
等人的配置综合而成的，
再加上有人黑我一年不写blog，一写果然就是 Arch 挂，因此决定多分享一些
系列的内容。
我的 vim 所有配置文件，均放在
上，但它很可能不适合别人，因此
这篇文档主要讲我的配置文件组织方式、各个插件的用途等等，方便读者组织自己的配置文件。
废话少说，先上王道。
近期 Arch Linux 升上了 Gnome 3.16，Wayland 相关组件开始大量启用，比如 GDM 默认使用 Wayland，Xorg 默认使用 libinput 替代 evdev 等。
Arch 更新之后我们首先关心的是：有没有东西坏掉？很幸运遗憾，这次鼠标速度不对了……
具体来说，我习惯使用 trackpoint ，之前使用 xset m 5 2 设置光标速度，
更新后此法无法调整光标速度，可见 xf86-input-libinput 不再接受这种设置，
同时即使 gnome 设置中把鼠标速度调到最快，trackpoint 的速度仍然很慢。
这个 bug 已经有 好事者 好心人，最近也有 patch 提交，下个版本的 libinput 就设置
trackpoint 的加速参数了。
可是我等不及啊老湿！而且怎么设置参数阿根本找不到在哪里调好不好！
准备工作首先，准备一张你参加活动得到的 Ubuntu 或者 Deepin ，或者其他什么发行版的安装光盘，是的它有包装很漂亮，哦别急着找光驱，找个打火机把它烧掉，以示决心。
然后，拿出你收藏多年的《鸟哥的Linux私房菜》，不用翻开，啊烧掉有点可惜，把他送给你的冤家就好了。
鳥哥是 RedHat 玩家，而且内容太老了，作为新手的你用鳥哥指导 Arch Linux 安装只能误入歧途。 (鳥哥很萌哒，我不该黑他)
洗个手，沐浴更衣，斋戒三天，挑选良辰吉日，面向紫禁城方向摆好计算机，准备迎接挑战。
在开始之前，请在心中默念三遍:
Arch Linux是世界上最好的发行版，我一定能掌握它！
GTK3 3.12 之后强制开启了CSD(Client-Side Decoration)，其实这个feature挺好的，但是在平铺式窗口下，GTK3程序的窗口边缘出现了大块留白，极其难看:
貌似引起问题的原因是CSD接管了窗口阴影的渲染，窗口管理器就把阴影边缘包括在窗口之内了，
经 @xiaq 提醒，不开compton/xcompositor后由于直接不支持阴影了所以就没有这个问题。
但是这样的话窗口透明也就没有了。
一个解决方式是修改GTK3的样式，编辑（或新建）~/.config/gtk-3.0/gtk.css，加入以下内容:
12345.window-frame {
box-shadow: none;
margin: 0;}
炎炎夏日来到，去年的Tee不够潮了有木有，定制Tee的话，丝网印数量不够，热转印效果不好，于是决定手绘！
去万能的淘宝搜一下「纺织颜料」即可，不需要用丙烯，亲测，这种颜料是不会轻易掉色的。
于是我们来画个哀女王。
第0步设计一下样式，用inkscape画了个。
接下来我们开始画Tee。
大约一个月前转向inoreader了，所以最近30天的阅读量很少。
感谢Google Reader陪我走过的这四年，也就是我完全使用Linux的四年。没记错的话是被 @icaker 同学带入的这个圈子，Linux, Google, Mailing List, Twitter, etc.
嘛，过几天 @icaker 也要去另一个城市鸟。
略伤感了，再见Goole Reader，再见青春。
时代和我，总有一个错了似乎Feedly是GR关闭最大的受益者？也许吧，不过在很早之前我就使用过Feedly，GR被判死刑时我也试图转向Feedly，然而真的很不能习惯。
与GR的「不清空不舒服斯基」不同，Feedly更像本排版精美，图文并茂的电子杂志，真的很清新很漂亮。但是我不喜欢。
不论是Feedly还是Flipboard，都是希望给予用户一份轻松愉快的阅读体验。他们很注重移动端的开发，让用户在地铁上、公交上、睡觉前等等零散时间里，能轻松快速的看看新闻，读读趣事。
然而我不是这样用Google Reader的，我也不是这样看书的。
我从来不在手机上使用Google Reader或者Pocket之类的工具，资讯类Feed在我的订阅中只占了大概1/4，剩下基本是需要冷静阅读的严肃文章，或者需要被好好整理收藏方便以后查阅的工具类文章。显然，那种零碎时间放松心情、打发时间、读完就扔的快餐应用根本不能满足我的需求。
时代和我，总有一个错了。
所谓的「移动互联网」时代，大把大把的应用都在碎片化，都在占用掉零碎的时间。当然这没什么错的，用Twitter发表那些碎碎念，调戏推友跟推友交流感情什么的自然是我这种社交不能者保持人类属性的良好途径。刷刷flipboard看看世界上都发生什么，看完忘了也无所谓，放松身心打发时间罢了。
然而严肃的应用却在一点点的从市场中消失，例如Kindle DX再也没有新的版本，6存的小屏幕用来看技术书实在是一行长一点的代码都放不下；写Blog的人越来越少，那些能沉淀下来的思想纷纷化作了twitter和微薄上的碎碎年，随着时间流逝再也不会出现在Timeline里。
最近想让用了5年的laptop退役，我的需求很简单，轻薄、不要独显、续航久一些，键盘手感能好的话就更好了。一番搜索之后，竟发现整个PC Laptop市场，满足轻薄要求的全是触摸屏！
天啊，Laptop要触摸屏搞毛啊！不支持压感你触摸个毛啊！还尼玛「变形笔记本」难看的要死啊！我要买的是Laptop不是Pad啊！！我要Pad我直接就去买Pad了啊我买你妹的Laptop啊！！！
我就是想要个工作用的Laptop而已啊！你妹的Thinkpad连Trackpoint都不要了你这是作死啊！！
整个计算机市场都被苹果带坏了，「用户你是傻逼，你不需要知道为什么，你也不需要知道怎么做，哥给你用什么，你就用什么好了。It just works!」我是开发者不是傻逼啊好不好！我就是要让他work的人好不好！
叹息一声，正如那个属于黑客的时代走入历史一样，我的时代也被时代抛弃。
时代和我，总有一个错了。
不要被这个标题吓到，这不是一篇有关自由软件的Blog。
是的， “Open Source” 运动以来，不论是商业界还是技术界，都很少再提 “Free Software” 这个词了。即使是黑客界，大多数人都认为Richard Stallman这个极端主义者应该退出历史舞台, 尤其是前几天GNU sed维护者退出GNU的时候。
Stallman的确是个偏执狂，极端主义者，他用着龙芯上网本(因为这是唯的BIOS, Driver, OS, App都完全自由的计算机)；他拒绝使用手机，使用某个品牌的手机，几乎等同于接受某家公司的控制[]。
是的，Stallman不仅是个偏执狂，还是个暴君，他要求FSF的所有软件版权归他所有，他在Jobs去世的时候说「对于他的离开，我很高兴」等等等等。
对于这个人，我不喜欢（是的我知道你们很多人「讨厌」他，但是「讨厌」这两个字我说不出口）。
但是，他的观点，一直都是对的，现在仍然是对的。
今天，日，奇虎360宣布与Google展开合作。[]
我信任Google，当Google拒绝审查而退出中国市场的时候，我看到的是一家有坚定的信念，愿意为自己的理想放弃利益，守护自己底线的公司。他有 20% 的工作时间让员工发挥创造力。他的信条是 “Don’t be evil“ 。
于是我把自己在Internet上的存在交给Google，我使用Gmail管理一切邮件，用Google Contacts管理联系人，用Google Plus分享自己的生活，用Google Maps在城市中找到目的地，用Google Reader获取信息，用Android作为手机操作系统……我信任Google，我相信他不会出卖我。
Google已经不再有灵魂。是的，从Larry Page开始过分的砍掉Google产品，取消20%的FreeTime开始，这家公司已经跟其他的商业公司别无二致了，乃至于到今天，他竟然可以和360这只流氓走到一起。
好的，于是不再使用Google，让自己的生活倒退到10年前的水平？
也许我们可以找其他的解决方案？
改投Micro$oft？ — 殊不知这家公司跟某邪恶政权的关系有多亲密。
那Apple？— 看起来不错，但一来钱包不够鼓，二来2011年他用「圆角矩形」禁售Galaxy Tab 10.1的第二天我就卖掉了手里的iPhone。
Facebook？— 我暂时还没有随时随地都有VPN可以用的能力。
Yahoo? — 参见王x宁遭遇。
是的，我很清楚Google仅仅是在Adwords业务与360合作，仅仅是向360搜索提供搜索结果和支持。
但是，将自己的数据交给一家商业公司，仍然是非常非常危险的举动。你说不准那天Google彻底堕落到Yahoo那样，也许明天他就可以和邪恶政权组成partnership。
所以从今天开始，我要去Google化。Stallman一直是对的:
软件的自由，关系到人类的自由。
我会一点一点行动，开始使用作为自己的私有云服务。是的，我仍然无法摆脱商业公司的控制，我需要使用Amazon或者其他哪家VPS提供商的服务器，但好歹比一个不能自己控制代码的服务要强一些。
好了，寒假的TodoList又长了一点。
写了两年Python了想换换口味，正好在coursera上参加课程，考虑到)那一大票很诱人的特性就学Scala吧～ //golang 我对不起你… …
话说Scala被定义为 Scalable Language ,其实解释一下不就是可以扩展自己的语法么，作为Pythoner感觉这种事情一点也不算稀奇，然而当我真的看/用到这种特性的时候的确感觉惊叹，这不是静态或动态语言的区别，这是函数式与非函数式语言的区别。
虽然Python支持函数式的风格，但其编程思想终究是指令式为主的，所以有一些函数式特性并不能被真正发挥出来。
在 Programming in Scala 的第14章讲到 断言与测试 ，其中给出一个关于测试的例子:
123456class ElementSuite extends FunSuite {
test("elem result should have passed width") {
val ele = elem('x', 2, 3)
assert(ele.width == 2)
前两天画瘾大发，于是一冲动就入了个Wacom Bamboo CTL470，为什么选这个？ — 因为 便宜! 550软妹币搞定。
这一款数位笔是非常非常基础的配置，功能上其实就只是个压感笔，而且感应范围只有 4x6 英寸，不过用起来感觉也还不错。 压感方面体验很自然，很舒服～ 没有橡皮擦这一点略感功能欠缺，不过也不算大碍。
Archlinux下装上 xf86-input-wacom, wacom-udev，libwacom 即可驱动，KDE下装上kcm-wacomtablet还可以在GUI里配置，可以说是开箱即用。
比较令人郁闷的是krita对其压感还不支持，这有点让我意外和遗憾，不过幸好我们也还有MyPaint可以用，画些简单的画足够用了。
好久不画画手有些生了，用了一个晚上时间画了个学姐，求轻拍。（内有亮点）
受twitter影響感覺自己快寫不出140字以上的東西了，這一點很不好，我要逼迫自己多寫些東西。
然而顯然不是什麼事情都能寫出一篇長長的文章，每天遇到的大部分問題也多是幾句話能說清楚的小問題，然而這些問題確真真是很值得寫下來的，不然日子久了就會忘掉，到時候就不一定能google出答案咯～
是的，我打算把blog當成notebook來用，多寫一些 notes/tips 形式的東西，也許會很短，但是會進行更多的版本更新，慢慢積累，說不定能寫出N篇「xxx的10大技巧」之類，哈哈。
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T.S. Eliot&(65).&&Prufrock and Other Observations.&&1920.&1.&The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock&
&&&&&&&&S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
&LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient et
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back u
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a qu
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my lif
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
&&So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
&&And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
&&And should I then presume?
&&And how should I begin?.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas..&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
&&Should say: “That is not what I
&&That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
&&“That is not it at all,
&&That is not what I meant, at all.”.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.&&&&&&.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet,
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
A no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious,
Full of high sentence,
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.&
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And faster than you can follow me to this lonely place.And better than you can find me,I want to leave Yes ah,I am leaving today.And I,I will never let you find me.I leave the past behind you No,I will not go back.And I do not want to hear your reasons.Do not want to hear you tell me why I should stay.And try,and try to understand me Try to understand me,when I said I can not stay I transferred from this place I left,I will not give up escape.I ran away.I want to leave this place.Yes ah,I ran.