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Dies ist ein neuer Blog, der mit Hugo und dem PaperMod Theme erstellt wurde.
Die Website wird automatisch über GitLab CI/CD gebaut und deployed.
Dies ist ein neuer Blog, der mit Hugo und dem PaperMod Theme erstellt wurde.
Die Website wird automatisch über GitLab CI/CD gebaut und deployed.
This is my second post, how exciting!
At mur.at we need a different (actually additional) solution to deploy static website on or server(s). Many users have their own domains, websites run in docker containers, have their own logfiles and much more. This is what we came up with. Shell runner We run a gitlab-runner using the shell executor on hosts that server websites via docker containers. The runner runs as user gitlab-runner which has one sudo privilege: call a certain script. From .gitlab-ci.yml we call one script which in turn uses sudo to run the actual script used to deploy a website. ...
Beautiful Hugo adds a few custom shortcodes created by Li-Wen Yip and Gert-Jan van den Berg for making galleries with PhotoSwipe . ...
The image banners at the top of the page are refered to as “bigimg” in this theme. They are optional, and one more more can be specified. If more than one is specified, the images rotate every 10 seconds. In the front matter, bigimgs are specified using an array of hashes. ...
KaTeX can be used to generate complex math formulas. It supports in-line math using the \\( ... \\) delimiters, like this: \( E = mc^2 \). By default, it does not support in-line delimiters $...$ because those occur too commonly in typical webpages. It supports displayed math using the $$ or \\[...\\] delimiters, like this: Formula 1: $$ \phi = \frac{(1+\sqrt{5})}{2} = 1.6180339887\cdots $$ Formula 2: (same formula, different delimiter) \[ \phi = \frac{(1+\sqrt{5})}{2} = 1.6180339887\cdots \] Additional details can be found on GitHub or on the Wiki. ...
The following are two code samples using syntax highlighting. ...
Under what circumstances should we step off a path? When is it essential that we finish what we start? If I bought a bag of peanuts and had an allergic reaction, no one would fault me if I threw it out. If I ended a relationship with a woman who hit me, no one would say that I had a commitment problem. But if I walk away from a seemingly secure route because my soul has other ideas, I am a flake? ...
You can write regular markdown here and Jekyll will automatically convert it to a nice webpage. I strongly encourage you to take 5 minutes to learn how to write in markdown - it’ll teach you how to transform regular text into bold/italics/headings/tables/etc. Here is some bold text Here is a secondary heading Here’s a useless table: Number Next number Previous number Five Six Four Ten Eleven Nine Seven Eight Six Two Three One How about a yummy crepe? ...
To be, or not to be–that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep– No more–and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep– To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. – Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! – Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
What is it with that Mary girl? Dragging me to school every day. As if I had a choice. What you don’t hear in those nursery rhymes is that she starves me if I don’t go to school with her; it’s the only way I can stay alive! I’m thinking about being adopted by Little Bo Peep, sure I may get lost, but anything is better than being with Mary and those little brats at school (shudder, shudder).