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From: Takács D. <tak...@gm...> - 2013-12-17 14:23:45
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Hello marcpm devs, I copied and adapted the original USMARC.pm module to support HUNMARC, which is a local variant, used in hungarian libraries from 1994. It's developed and tested on a cca. 33K record dataset from the National Library<http://regi.oszk.hu/index_en.htm> in Hungary. It is here in a gist <https://gist.github.com/takdavid/8005216>. I'm looking for the good place to put it to, so I wonder how do you handle the local variants like this, will you include any in future distributions of marcpm? regards, David Takacs |
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From: Jean-Denis M. <jd...@kl...> - 2010-01-22 14:16:24
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Hi, I am a newcomer to MARC::Record and I wanted to go through the tutorial. Unfortunately, the very first example in the tutorial fails with the following error message: Undefined subroutine &MARC::Batch Here is the full source code (comments removed): use MARC::Batch; my $batch = MARC::Batch('USMARC', 'export500.txt'); my $record = $batch->next(); print $record->title(),"\n"; The error happens on the second line. I am on a Mac, running MacOS X 10.6.2, with Perl 5.10.0. Any idea? I hope this the correct place to get help. If there is a better-suited avenue, I haven't found it and I will gladly follow a pointer. FWIW, I am starting a rather large project with MARC (UNIMARC flavour). This project will consolidate a large fraction of the French Ministry of Defense's libraries. Several dozens thousand records will be imported/processed/exported during the course of this project. While I may need help from time to time (as today), I hope I'll also be able to give back thanks to this project. Regards and thanks, Jean-Denis Muys |
From: Janowiec <ka...@ve...> - 2010-01-15 11:14:26
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Aid the old man sententiously. "How? What do you mean?" "What I say. He's busted. That freshet caught him too quick. They's more'n a million and a half logs left in the woods that can't be got out this year, and as his contract calls for a finished job, he don't get nothin' for what he's done." "That's a queer rig," commented Thorpe. "He's done a lot of valuable work here,--the timber's cut and skidded, anyway; and he's delivered a good deal of it to the main drive. The M. & D. outfit get all the advantage of that." "They do, my son. When old Daly's hand gets near anything, it cramps. I don't know how the old man come to make such a contrac', but he did. Result is, he's out his expenses and time." To understand exactly the catastrophe that had occurred, it is necessary to follow briefly an outline of the process after the logs have been piled on the banks. There they remain until the break-up attendant on spring shall flood the stream to a freshet. The rollways are then broken, and the saw logs floated down the river to the mill where they are to be cut into lumber. If for any reason this transportation by water is delayed until the flood goes down, the logs are stranded or left in pools. Consequently every logger puts into the two or three weeks of freshet water a feverish activity which shall carry his product through before the ebb. The exceptionally early break-up of this spring, combined with the fact that, owing to the series of incidents and accidents already sketched, the actual cutting and skidding had fallen so far behind, caught Radway unawares. He saw his rollways breaking out while his teams were still hauling in the woods. In order to deliver to the mouth of the Cass Branch the three million already banked, he was forced to drop everything else and attend strictly to the drive. This left still, as has been stated, a million and a half on skidways, which Radway knew he would be unable to get out that year. In spi |
From: Baich <co...@ke...> - 2009-12-24 08:36:54
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A high degree. As soon as he wishes to quit the domain of abstract relations, the calculator has occasion to employ the roots of these equations; thus the art of discovering them by the aid of an uniform method, either exactly or by approximation, did not fail at an early period to excite the attention of geometers. An observant eye perceives already some traces of their efforts in the writings of the mathematicians of the Alexandrian School. These traces, it must be _acknowledged_, are so slight and so imperfect, that we should truly be justified in referring the origin of this branch of analysis only to the excellent labours of our countryman Vieta. Descartes, to whom we render very imperfect justice when we content ourselves with saying that he taught us much when he taught us to doubt, occupied his attention also for a short time with this problem, and left upon it the indelible impress of his powerful mind. Hudde gave for a particular but very important case rules to which nothing has since been added; Rolle, of the Academy of Sciences, devoted to this one subject his entire life. Among our neighbours on the other side of the channel, Harriot, Newton, Maclaurin, Stirling, Waring, I may say all the illustrious geometers which England produced in the last century, made it also the subject of their researches. Some years afterwards the names of Daniel Barnoulli, of Euler, and of Fontaine came to be added to so many great names. Finally, Lagrange in his turn embarked in the same career, and at the very commencement of his researches he succeeded in substituting for the imperfect, although very ingenious, essays of his predecessors, a complete method which was free from every objection. From that instant the dignity of science was satisfied; but in such a case it would not be permitted to say with the poet: "Le temps ne fait rien a l'affaire." Now although the processes invented by Lagrange, simple in principle and applicable to every case, have theoretically the merit of leading to the result with certainty, still, on the other hand, they demand calculations of a most repulsive length. It remained then to perfect the practical part of the question; it was necessary to devise the means of shortening the route without depriving it in any degree of its certainty. Such was the principal object of the researches of Fourier, and this he has attained to a great extent. Descartes had already found, in the order according to which |
From: Finstad <ei...@de...> - 2009-12-23 15:27:42
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He best of the situation and trust to luck. After a hard swim he found himself in the surf and then his feet touched bottom and he made his way shoreward through the breakers. Fatigued by the trip, he threw himself down on the sand, puffing and blowing from the effects of his fight in the water. As he rested, he heard the murmur of a skyplane's motors and turned to behold a giant Gotha machine heading up the coast. Stretching himself out quickly, as though to simulate the posture of a drowned man cast up by the waves, he lay wide-eyed watching the German birdman. Undoubtedly, it was one of the aerial coast patrol. Five hundred feet above, it lazily floated along. It came closer and closer, finally flying almost directly overhead. With bated breath the boy on the sand waited for its passage and heaved a great sigh of relief as it purred onward in the direction of Blankenberghe without giving any indication as to whether its pilot had noted the body on the sand below. Jack scrambled to his feet. "Might as well find out what's doing here," he muttered to himself. He peeled off his wet clothes. One at a time he wrung out his garments and shook the water out of his long black hair. Then he turned for a glance around him. In front of him loomed the sand dunes, their weird shifting formations dotted here and there with scraggly underbrush. Down the coast the picture was the same. Turning, the lad gazed northward in the general direction where he knew lay Holland and her neutral shores. "That's where I go from here," he said cheerfully. He had jogg |
From: Jourdain <cu...@vb...> - 2009-09-01 03:45:34
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From: Lifschitz <tr...@pa...> - 2009-08-29 02:27:34
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From: Geeding <he...@lo...> - 2009-08-28 11:20:49
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colonels of recruiting districts exchanging looks of wonder and admiration with officers of the ordnance; while Sir George himself, evidently pleased at my _debut_, went back to an early period of our acquaintance, and related the rescue of his daughter in Galway. In an instant the whole current of my thoughts was changed. My first meeting with Lucy, my boyhood's dream of ambition, my plighted faith, my thought of our last parting in Dublin, when, in a moment of excited madness, I told my tale of love. I remembered her downcast look, as her cheek now flushing, now growing pale, she trembled while I spoke. I thought of her, as in the crash of battle her image flashed across my brain, and made me feel a rush of chivalrous enthusiasm to win her heart by "doughty deeds." I forgot all around and about me. My head reeled, the wine, the excitement, my long previous illness, all pressed upon me; and as my temples throbbed loudly and painfully, a chaotic rush of discordant, ill-connected ideas flitted across my mind. There seemed some stir and confusion in the room, but why or wherefore I could not think, nor could I recall my scattered senses, till Sir George Dashwood's voice roused me once again to consciousness. "We are going to have some coffee, O'Malley. Miss Dashwood expects us in the drawing-room. You have not seen her yet?" I know not my reply; but he continued:-- "She has some letters for you, I think." I muttered something, and suffered him to pass on; no sooner had he done so, however, than |
From: Qua S. <ci...@no...> - 2009-08-26 11:06:35
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S were quite gone, he hit upon the strangest notion that ever madman in this world hit upon: and that was that he fancied it was right and requisite, as well for the support of his own honor as for the service of his country, that he should make a knight-errant of himself, roaming the world over in full armor and on horseback in quest of adventures, and putting in practise himself all that he had read of as being the usual practises of knights-errant; righting every kind of wrong, and exposing himself to peril and danger from which, in the issue, he was to reap eternal renown and fame. Already the poor man saw himself crowned, by the might of his arm, Emperor of Trebizond at least; and so, led away by the intense enjoyment he found in these pleasant fancies, he set himself forthwith to put his scheme into execution. The first thing he did was to clean up some armor that had belonged to his great-grandfather, and had been for ages lying forgotten in a corner, eaten with rust and covered with mildew. He scoured and polished it as best he could, but he per |
From: Lebouf <phy...@ba...> - 2009-08-23 06:16:16
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From: Benham R. <ser...@ee...> - 2009-08-20 23:07:20
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