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Throw Text
throw text, projects, web, tweviews, mod_rails, slicehost, rails

I’ve been working on a large personal project for the last four months. To keep myself fresh, I’ve also done a couple of little mini projects. The first was Tweviews, tiny reviews on Twitter.

I knocked up the second this weekend: Throw Text, instant text storage and retrieval. I know there a lot of these things on the ‘net, most called Online Notepad. But my goals for Throw Text are a bit different:

1. Identical sign-up, edit and retrieve screens.
2. Text stored as you type.
3. Clean, clean cleanliness.

Some technical notes. Throw Text was written in Ruby on Rails. It is hosted on Slicehost for $20 a month. It is served by Apache 2 and mod_rails (aka Passenger). The data is stored in MySQL. It took longer to set up the hosting than to write the code.

So, give it a whirl: Throw Text. 11.05.08  λ 


Mary is involved with queer, anti-capitalist and DIY stuff; Mary is a band and a programmer; Mary lives in London.
What I'm working on
the perceptron. Astute music recommendations.
Audiographical. An mp3 blog.
We're Not The Cool Kids. My band.

Twitter: Thinking of registering javaisfordickheads.com

Tweviews - tiny reviews on Twitter

Copilot.com Awesome for helping people with tech support (free on weekends!)

A Silver Mt Zion, Horses In The Sky ... A fragile man's fragile voice is shored-up with strings and bows.

Happening, M Night Shyamalan ... Overheard after the film: "They missed out a whole chapter man". Everyone was scratching their heads

Harold and Kumar 2 ... Crasser than the first one. Gross, but had a few moments.

Heaven, Tom Tykwer ... Congenitally doomed man and woman bear hope enough to find a beautiful end.

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