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List of French Minimal Pairs

I’m in the early stages of learning French. I recently read Fluent Forever: How to Learn Any Language Fast and Never Forget It by Gabriel Wyner, which I highly recommend to anyone trying to learn a language. One of the suggestions it makes is to spend some of your early time, before diving into vocabulary, on some ear training, to learn to distinguish between the new sounds in your target language. One way to do this is by studying “minimal pairs”–that is, words which sound the same, except for one, or sometimes two subtle sounds. Some common examples in English, which are usually difficult for English learners to master, are:

* Sheep and Ship
* Kiss and Keys
* Beach and Bitch
* Hungry and Angry

So in my quest to find French Minimal pairs, I decided to throw some computer programming skills at the problem. The result is a list of 2921 minimal pairs in the French language.

I took the top 10,000 words in the French language from Wikipedia, transcribed the words to the International Phonetic Alphabet with the help of the eSpeak software, then used my script to compare each pronunciation in the list with every other pronunciation in the list, and generate a list of words which match, except for one sound.

There is no doubt a lot of room for improvement. If you are the hacking type, please feel free to use and tweak my scripts (they aren’t pretty!) to accomplish your own tricks. The scripts are available on GitHub.

Creating a Debian package of a Go project

Go is all the rage these days, and I decided to give it a try. And as my company uses Debian packages to distribute our software, I need to package my new Go-written project for Debian. Mark Stapelberg has done a lot of leg work to find the best (and official!) ways of packaging Go projects for Debian. His Go Packaging page on the Debian wiki explains the “official” Debian way to build such a package, but it is painfully sparse when it comes to the technical details of how to build a Debian package of a Go project. So this is my ils of how to build a Debian package of a Go project. So this is my attempt to clarify some of the technical questions and their answers as I have them while building my first Debian/Go package.

This document is a work-in-progress, and I will be updating it as I progress with my Go/Debian project.

If you find any inaccuracies or outdated info on this page, please contact me, so that I can update it!

First, some background on Go development. This ought to be familiar to any Go developer, but some details are Debian-specific. From How to Write Go Code, we learn that all of our Go projects ought to live in a single, specific, directory structure, as such:

    hello                          # command executable
    outyet                         # command executable
            stringutil.a           # package object
        .git/                      # Git repository metadata
	    hello.go               # command source
	    main.go                # command source
	    main_test.go           # test source
	    reverse.go             # package source
	    reverse_test.go        # test source

The important thing for us is to know which part of this tree comprises our Debian package. In the above directory tree, each of hello/, outyet/, and stringutil/ has the potential to be a Debian package. If we were to add debian/ directories to each of these, we would end up with the following structure for src/:

        .git/                      # Git repository metadata
	    hello.go               # command source
	    main.go                # command source
	    main_test.go           # test source
	    reverse.go             # package source
	    reverse_test.go        # test source

Within the debian/ directory, you can create a standard Debian package using whatever means you prefer. I will only discuss the changes that are necessary for a Go project.

If your package will be used by others, you’ll want to follow the official Debian Go packaging guidelines, and use dh-golang which require you to Build-Dep on all of your dependencies (as normal!), and you should use the default debian/rules file. This will set your $GOPATH to /usr/share/gocode during the build process.

If, however, you are building a Go package just for your personal, internal use, or for testing purposes, you may wish to build a Debian package which has dependencies which are not packaged for Debian. This is a bit trickier (since it’s not supported by the official tools), and will result in a package that is unacceptable for the Debian (or Ubuntu) mirrors. But it can be quite useful, and this is precisely what I wanted to do. To do this, I started with the default debian/rules file linked above, then added a few changes. This is what I came up with:

#!/usr/bin/make -f
# -*- makefile -*-
# Sample debian/rules that uses debhelper.
# This file was originally written by Joey Hess and Craig Small.
# As a special exception, when this file is copied by dh-make into a
# dh-make output file, you may use that output file without restriction.
# This special exception was added by Craig Small in version 0.37 of dh-make.
GOPATH := $(shell cat ~/.gorc /etc/gorc 2> /dev/null | grep ^GOPATH= | head -n1 | cut -d'=' -f2)

# Uncomment this to turn on verbose mode.
#export DH_VERBOSE=1

export DH_GOPKG :=

	dh $@ --buildsystem=golang --with=golang

	echo start
	$(GO) get
	$(GO) build
	echo end

	$(GO) test

#       List any files built by your project here, to be removed by the 'clean' process
#	rm ...

With this debian/rules file, it is necessary to create a file, either ~/.gorc or /etc/gorc which contains, at least, a single line specifying your $GOPATH (in Bash syntax). Mine looks like this:


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No Brasil

That’s not a dis on Brazil, for those of you who don’t speak Portugues… that’s “In Brazil”…

Which is where I am, as of a week ago. I arrived last Saturday morning, and my friend Mariah met me at the airport with her two daughters, Isabel (10) and Stephany (15). Sunday we went to her church, which is quite small, and full of very friendly people. Mariah tells me I’m the “Pop Star” in the church Whatsapp group.. “O americano, o americano!” is apparently all they talked about for the first few days after my arrival.

My new bicycleSo far I’ve mostly been acclimating to the climate and the culture. I bought a bicycle a couple of days ago, for R$160 (aprox US$72). It’ll get me around for a month while I’m here, and the savings in bus fare will just about cover the cost of the bike in that time–not to mention it’s a lot more fun to ride a bicycle along the beach than to cram into a crowded bus with no ventilation.

I’m getting a tan.

My Portuguese is improving at an impressive rate. But it’s still pretty bad. I haven’t passed the Barry Farber fluency test yet–which is to have a conversation with a beautiful woman in the new language, and not remember which language you spoke the following day. Maybe I’ll achieve that before my stay is up–there is no shortage of beautiful women here to try with!

tacoBrazilian Barbecue is pretty amazing. The thing that surprises me the most is how similar it is to the Brazilian barbecue I’ve had in the U.S. and in Mexico. It comes out on a sword-like spit, it’s cut at your table to order. My experience with ethnic cuisine has usually been drastically different from the true, authentic version. Think Taco Bell versus real tacos.

Early in the week, I went to the local shopping mall, which is called “Shopping Vitória.” “Shopping” is an interesting word–an Anglicanism for “shopping mall.” But my favorite local Anglicanism is for a restaurant we all know and love… “Ouch Back!” You know… the Australian steak house. I hope they have a good referral program with the local chiropractor!

Friday, Sept 13, 2013 — Leaving the Americas

It’s a good thing my flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow. I’m sure flying on Friday the 13th would be a bad idea.

Approximately 1 am, I’ll be boarding a flight here in Mexico City, bound for Montreal. I’ll spend roughly 12 hours on the ground there, then fly to Paris, where I’ll be meeting up with a friend of mine for a 3-week whirlwind tour of France, Germany, Belgium, and England. October 4, my friend will return to Kansas, and I will stay in Europe a while longer, and hopefully take some French and/or Portuguese classes.

I’m both excited and nervous about this. It feels like the first time I’ll be venturing into a country where I don’t speak the language. But really, I did the same thing–and in a much scarier way–about 3 years ago, when I moved to Mexico. At the time, I spoke a token amount of Spanish. But the main thing is that now I speak (more or less) fluent Spanish, which paints my memory of early Mexican travel with a rose-colored light.

This last week I have really been enjoying Mexico City. I have a friend here with a nearly-complete apartment she’s not yet using, so I’ve been staying there, and riding my bicycle to area cafes to work. Then every night, around 9-10pm, when she gets off work, we’ve been going to dinner at other various local restaurants.

A favorite was the 50′s themed diner, which served baked potatoes named after Hollywood stars, alcoholic cocktails, the likes of which I had never seen before (I drank one with cucumber, cai seeds and, I think, vodka), and milk shakes.

I also enjoyed a Cuban restaurant, where I got to drink a Cuban beer for the first time (since Cuban-imported products are illegal in the U.S.).

And it probably goes without saying, the food is one thing I’m very eager to experience in Europe, too. I’ve been promised some home-cooked Belgian food by a coworker who lives there. And a good friend from high school will be introducing us to some German places and food. And of course, the cheese and wine in France are high on my list of things to try–if only I can figure out how to pronounce their names!

Day 31 – August 12, 2013: How many Mexican highway workers does it take to change a light bulb?

About a week and a half ago, I was driving near Querétaro, when the answer to this riddle became quite apparent:

Q: How many Mexican highway workers does it take to change a light bulb?

A: 50. One to change the light bulb, and 49 to redirect traffic.

Driving along the highway, I saw some orange cones, and a lone man in an orange vest, directing traffic to merge from the left lane into the right. This was followed by hundreds of traffic cones, but no sign of work whatsoever. After a mile or so, I saw another worker, waving traffic away from the left lane (never mind that nobody was in the left lane, thanks to the cones, and the previous redirection a mile earlier).

From this point, every hundred feet or so, I saw another man in an orange vest waving a flag, instructing me to continue not to merge back into the quarantined left lane. This went on for another mile or two.

Eventually, after about 3-4 miles of these cones and people waving at me, I saw, on the shoulder, a cherry-picker, holding a man high into the air, to change the light bulb on a street light.


Mexican traffic often makes me chuckle. Which brings me to another encounter I had this morning.

Over the weekend in Guadalajara, we had a very severe thunder storm, complete with flooding (photos later), power outages, and many downed trees. This morning as I was driving to an appointment to replace my brake pads along Mariano Otero, one of the major roads through Guadalajara, the traffic lights were out, and there was a tree blocking a major portion of the road. So a traffic cop was at the intersection, directing traffic.

Until he saw me.

Or more precisely, until he saw my car.

He had me stop in the middle of the hectic intersection, to ask me about my car, and how much I would sell it for!!

I do get offers for my car all the time, as diesel Jettas are rare here… (this was at least my second one this week), but I’ve never had a traffic-directing police man hold up 6 lanes of traffic to ask me if I would sell it!

Day 26 – August 7, 2013

I don’t have much to write today. But I have a free moment, so I’ll write something.

I just walked back from the market, where I bought a liter of fresh carrot and orange juice for MXN$25 (US$1.97), and a mango to put on my steel-cut oats.

I’m in Guadalajara this week, staying with some friends, and venturing into the city to visit friends in the evenings after work. Last night I went to the home of the pastor of English Fellowship–the church I attended when I lived here. Tonight I’ll go salsa dancing.

My life as of late consists of working, and visiting friends. Much like when I was in Wichita, only these friends I haven’t seen for a while.

Next weekend I intend to go to Puerto Vallarta for a couple days.

Day 14 – July 26, 2013: Immigration office

Today I took my second trip to the Mexican Immigration office in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato. Also my third, fourth, and fifth.

In stark contrast to the good experience I had with the Mexican bureaucracy on Day 3, this experience left much to be desired.

I showed up about 9:30am yesterday, and was told of the requirements to finish my visa application:

  • 3 passport-sized photos
  • Wire a payment of $3,130 pesos at the bank
  • Photo copies of my passport
  • Fill out a simple paper form
  • Fill out an online form

Seems simple enough. It took a while to complete all these tasks, eat lunch, and return to the office. I returned at 12:55pm; five minutes before closing time (yes, they close at 1:00pm… huh?)

I had everything in order, except that I had filled out the online form incorrectly (with the wrong “reason”).

I was told to do it again, and return the next day. *sigh* Oh well.

9:15am I arrived with the new form today. I was told I had made an error. I failed to include my middle name this time, so the form did not match my passport exactly.

I walked across the street to a cyber cafe. For 3 pesos, I was able to fill out and print the form.

10:00am The new form had another error. I had entered the incorrect expiration date for my passport.

Back across the street. Fill out the form again.

10:30am Double-checking my form this time, I notice I had typoed my own middle name.

Back across the street. Fill out the form again.

11:00am Finally. Everything in order. My forms are accepted. I sign a few places.

Now I have an appointment for next Friday to return, when I believe I will be given my final Visa card, which allows me access into and out of Mexico as a temporary resident. Woot!

I am at a loss as to why they don’t just fill out the electronic form for you there at the office. It’s a half-page at best. Name, place of birth, nationality, passport number, and current (Mexican) address. It seems it would save everyone, including the staff at the immigration office, time to do it this way.

Day 6 – July 18, 2013: If you’re holding a beer, it doesn’t count as dancing

Last night I was invited to the Far West Rodeo club in Monterrey, Mexico for some live music. The MXN$150 (~US$12) cover included free drinks, so I had some cheap beer and come cheap pineapple juice with rum.

The music varied a little, including some Salsa and Cumbia, but mostly Tejano. As wikipedia points out, Tejano music is kind of a broad term for music which formed out of the combination of northern Mexican and southern U.S. influences. This was especially clear to me while listening to the band play a partly-Spanish, partly-English rendition of the Johnny Cash song Ring of Fire.

This was my first attempt to dance to the Tejano rythm, but I guess I did alright. It’s pretty simple. Too simple, really, for my taste. But I enjoyed watching others dance to the Tejano music, and to the Tejano-Cumbia rythms. I know a little Cumbia, but not enough to really hold my own yet. And watching the other couples dance last night, while entertaining, wasn’t especially educationally, as the vast majority were dancing holding beers or cigarettes. And in my opinion, you can’t really dance without both hands free.

I think we’ll hit up a salsa club here in Monterrey later this week. I’m hoping!

Day 5 – July 17, 2013: Train-dodging in Monterrey

Yesterday I drove from Reynosa to Monterrey. It would have been about a 2-hour drive, but without a GPS, and Mexico’s lacking road signs, I got lost in Reynosa, and again in Monterrey. But this is part of the adventure, right?

Today on my way from the hotel to where I would be working, I saw something new for me. A train engine. Coming straight at me down the road.

It wasn’t going fast, but it took me completely off guard. I wish I could have taken a photo, but I had the choice between rummaging for a camera, or having the chance to tell you this story.

I suppose to the locals it’s a normal thing to have a railroad track run neither parallel nor perpendicular to, but rather directly down the center of the road, and in opposition to traffic, for a full city block.

Day 3 – July 15, 2013

Today was a bad day. I went to Telcel to buy a new SIM card to use while in Mexico, as I had lost my old one. That went fine, but when I rebooted my Android phone after installing the new SIM, the top half of my touch-screen didn’t work. It looks like I’ll need to do a screen replacement, which will cost roughly $95 plus international shipping.

Fortunately, I have a second phone, with two SIM card slots, so I am now on the Mexican phone network again, albeit with a phone that doesn’t even support T9.

Aside from my frustrating day of telephony, the most interesting thing I observed was that the majority of the employees at the Telcel store looked visibly depressed, angry, or otherwise like they would have rather been anywhere else at all. I found this to be an ironic contrast to my experience the day before at the Mexican immigration office, where I got my personal entry permit and my vehicle permit.

At the first booth at the immigration office, the gentleman gave me my personal permit, and informed me I had to proceed to the next window for the vehicle permit, but that I would only pay for the vehicle, not for the entry permit, as I normally do, because my temporary residency entry was a special case.

However, at the second window, they charged me anyway. When I asked about it, they said it was correct, and I believed them. But then the first guy I spoke with wandered by, and asked if I paid. When I said yes, he protested, and he and the other clerk had a brief conversation about it. I didn’t think a lot of it.

But as I was leaving–I was already in my car, backing out of my parking space–another clerk came running out to me, and told me that her coworker was consulting with her boss about the charge, and that I should go back in to see if I was due a refund.

The short version of the story is I didn’t get a refund, but had I entered by air or bus, I would not have paid the fee. But I was quite surprised by the extra effort these Mexican government employees went to, hoping to return a charge of about US$20 to me. There were 5 employees involved. This goes against practically every other experience I’ve had of government employees in any country, and doubly so in Mexico.

I was impressed.