Making my own way home
Ain’t gonna be alone
I got a life to lead America
I got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that’s all I need
–Rufus Wainwright, “Going to a town”
All these years, all these memories, there was you. You pull me through time.
–Tom, from Darren Aronofsky’s “The Fountain”
On behalf of the entire WordPress team, I’m proud and excited to announce the immediate availability of version 2.2 “Getz” for download. This version includes a number of new features, most notably Widgets integration, and over two hundred bug fixes. It’s named in honor of tenor saxophonist Stan Getz.
–Matt, from WordPress
Here’s my “short list” of observations:
- Widgets (ie, AJAX-y sidebar thingies)
- Full Atom support (plus new XML-RPC APIs)
- Blogger.com integration
- jQuery used for internal functions on admin page
- Optionally set “home” and “siteurl” options in wp-config.php instead of the database (useful when supporting a dev/prod setup)
- Tenor players (eg, Getz) rule
if you followed my previous post regarding subversion access to WP code, I can attest that the upgrade is now as easy as:
svn switch http://svn.automattic.com/wordpress/trunk/
…and hitting the database upgrade link. I needed to
svn switch since, as you may have noticed, I had checked out the 2.1.3 tag, not the trunk. Switching to trunk should mean that all future upgrades are as easy as
svn upgrade. Whee, etc!
But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here
(…she’s running out again…)
Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
–Alfred, Lord Tennyson