May 22, 2013

(New Book “If Hemingway wrote JavaScript” Now Available)

(after The Raven)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I struggled with JQuery,



Sighing softly, weak and weary, troubled by my daunting chore,



While I grappled with weak mapping, suddenly a function wrapping



formed a closure, gently trapping objects that had gone before.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was while debugging Ember,



As each separate dying member left its host for ever more.



Eagerly I wished the morrow–vainly I had sought to borrow



(From my bookmarked trail of sorrow), APIs from Underscore.

There I sat engaged in guessing the meaning of each cursed expression,



Endless callbacks in procession; nameless functions, nothing more,



This and more I sat divining, strength and spirit fast declining,



Disclose the value we’re assigning! Tell me - tell me, I implore!

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