Update maddybook, use gitea for deploys

.gitea/workflows/deploy.yaml

@@ -0,0 +1,42 @@
+name: Deploy
+run-name: ${{ gitea.actor }} is deploying ${{ gitea.repository }}
+on:
+  push:
+    branches:
+      - main
+
+jobs:
+  deploy:
+    runs-on: ubuntu-latest
+    container:
+      image: docker.gitea.com/runner-images:ubuntu-latest
+      volumes:
+        - /opt/hugo/mitzvot.post-self.ink:/opt/hugo/mitzvot.post-self.ink
+    env:
+      DART_SASS_VERSION: 1.98.0
+    steps:
+      - name: Check out repo
+        uses: actions/checkout@v6
+        with:
+          submodules: 'true'
+
+      - name: Install Hugo
+        uses: peaceiris/actions-hugo@v3
+        with:
+          hugo-version: '0.157.0'
+          extended: true
+
+      - name: Install Dart Sass
+        run: |
+          curl -LJO https://github.com/sass/dart-sass/releases/download/${DART_SASS_VERSION}/dart-sass-${DART_SASS_VERSION}-linux-x64.tar.gz \
+          && tar -xf dart-sass-${DART_SASS_VERSION}-linux-x64.tar.gz \
+          && cp -r dart-sass/* /usr/local/bin \
+          && rm -rf dart-sass* \
+          && sass --embedded --version
+
+      - name: Build site
+        run: |
+          hugo build --gc --minify --baseURL https://mitzvot.post-self.ink --destination /opt/hugo/mitzvot.post-self.ink
+
+      - name: Set permissions
+        run: chown -R www-data:www-data /opt/hugo/mitzvot.post-self.ink

.gitignore

@@ -1,2 +1,4 @@
 .hugo_build.lock
+content/perfect-edition
 public
+resources/_gen

config.toml

@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ paginatePath = ''
     home = 'https://makyo.ink'
     copyright = 2023
     customCSS = ['/css/mitzvot.css']
-    subtitle = 'Post-Self book IV'
+    subtitle = 'Post-Self Cycle book IV'
     subtitleLink = 'https://post-self.ink'
 
 [markup.goldmark.renderer]

content/read/027.md

@@ -104,7 +104,7 @@ Ey shrugged. "Every now and then, and sometimes she'd get pretty pissed, but it
 
 "Mm, about the same amount, but maybe she kept it a bit...I dunno, gentler for you, since you were meeting up with True Name. She'd come over once a year or so and just go off for a while. It kinda became routine. She'd vent, then we'd have a good day."
 
-Ioan switched to rubbing eir hands over her face. "I don't even know what to do about her."
+Ioan switched to rubbing eir hands over eir face. "I don't even know what to do about her."
 
 "Nothing," Douglas said. "Nothing but love her and keep talking, I mean. She's a grown woman, she can work out her feelings well enough. Hell, she's already seeing a therapist."
 

content/read/030.md

@@ -132,7 +132,7 @@ She rolled her eyes.
 
 "Oh goodness, not me! You can place the blame for that squarely on Jonas."
 
-May laughed humorlessly. "Right, and poor Zack just had to sit by and--"
+May laughed humorlessly. "Right, and poor Zach just had to sit by and--"
 
 The fox was up in a flash and, with a back-handed swipe, slapped May across the muzzle, getting a yelp out of her and a shout out of Ioan. "You do not have permission to use that name," he hissed.
 

content/read/041.md

@@ -130,7 +130,7 @@ True Name made that setting-aside gesture, as though tabling the topic for the m
 
 "What--"
 
-"You say that you are part of the stanza, do you not?" The Only Time I Dream, the manager of the enterprise, said.
+"You say that you are part of the stanza, do you not?" Need An Answer, the manager of the enterprise, said.
 
 "I am, but--"
 

content/read/042.md

@@ -338,7 +338,7 @@ He arrived within a fraction of a second, yelped, and fell backwards, paws balle
 
 Zacharias moaned. He forced himself to lower his paws to the ground, gripping at clumps of grass and dandelions. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared out toward the horizon of the field. "I--"
 
-"What did you want, my dear Zack? You sounded nearly on the verge of panic," May said.
+"What did you want, my dear Zacc? You sounded nearly on the verge of panic," May said.
 
 "It is Jonas!" he said, finally snapping out of his daze. "Jonas! He has gone crazy! He killed all of my instances!"
 

content/selected-letters/020.md

@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@ Sasha and I have a life that is that mechanism with the clutch. It isn't an impe
 
 You'll have to forgive me for being a bit mawkish. I always get like this when our relationship starts back up again. Add on the lingering alcohol, and, well, I'm not *not* crying.
 
-There is little else to add other than she finally talked her way into going back to striped skunk again. I think even Jonas and the rest of the eighth stanza was tired of her whining about her species. She still has a few limitations on how she should look, but I don't think she wants to look like True Name anymore, anyway.
+There is little else to add other than she finally talked her way into going back to striped skunk again. I think even Jonas and the rest of the eighth stanza was tired of her whining about her species. She still has a few limitations on how she should look,[^mocha] but I don't think she wants to look like True Name anymore, anyway.
 
 I'm going to do as I promised and make hot cocoa while she finishes up her note. I miss you all dearly. Write soon. 
 
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@ From the author biography for the third edition of *Seven Hearts Turned*:
 
 I found this on a library trawl not too long ago. I don't know why I never thought to simply look him up by his name as an author. I guess I always thought that was my thing, and that maybe he wouldn't be interested. I'm kicking myself for such an assumption, now. Of course he can like writing. We were so alike, weren't we? I feel ashamed for believing otherwise. Perhaps I was just worried that I'd find him there, just as I have.
 
-I was such a mess when I found it. I had to step home and just spend some time letting out a whole lot of overwhelming emotions all at once. It scared the shit out of May, but once she saw the book I'd dropped on the table, she understood and spent the rest of the day letting talk when I was able and cry when I wasn't.
+I was such a mess when I found it. I had to step home and just spend some time letting out a whole lot of overwhelming emotions all at once. It scared the shit out of May, but once she saw the book I'd dropped on the table, she understood and spent the rest of the day letting me talk when I was able and cry when I wasn't.
 
 I didn't even open the book --- I just read that right off the back cover and fell apart --- so you can imagine just how much of a mess I was when I finally managed to open it a few days later and came across the dedication *"For Ioan"* in the beginning.
 
@@ -120,3 +120,5 @@ There's little that I can add here, knowing what May wrote, what Aurel will like
 [^justforked]: Five minutes ago. *Just* forked.
 
 [^rambly]: Another reason for the rambly, overly-sentimental letter: none of us are exactly sober.
+
+[^mocha]: Rather than black fur with white stripes, for instance, she has a chocolaty brown (or "mocha", as she calls it) fur with cream-colored stripes.

content/selected-letters/_index.md

@@ -11,4 +11,8 @@ blockquote:first-of-type {
     border-bottom-style: dashed;
     text-align: center;
 }
+.dark-mode blockquote:first-of-type {
+    background-color: #333333;
+    border: 1px solid #111111;
+}
 </style>

netlify.toml

@@ -0,0 +1,6 @@
+[build]
+  command = "hugo"
+  publish = "public"
+
+[build.environment]
+  HUGO_VERSION = "0.127.0"

static/web/index.html

@@ -4227,7 +4227,7 @@ than thoughtful spacing. Generally, I only use 1-2 levels of indentation total.
 
 <p>“Mm, about the same amount, but maybe she kept it a bit…I dunno, gentler for you, since you were meeting up with True Name. She’d come over once a year or so and just go off for a while. It kinda became routine. She’d vent, then we’d have a good day.”</p>
 
-<p>Ioan switched to rubbing eir hands over her face. “I don’t even know what to do about her.”</p>
+<p>Ioan switched to rubbing eir hands over eir face. “I don’t even know what to do about her.”</p>
 
 <p>“Nothing,” Douglas said. “Nothing but love her and keep talking, I mean. She’s a grown woman, she can work out her feelings well enough. Hell, she’s already seeing a therapist.”</p>
 
@@ -4639,7 +4639,7 @@ than thoughtful spacing. Generally, I only use 1-2 levels of indentation total.
 
 <p>“Oh goodness, not me! You can place the blame for that squarely on Jonas.”</p>
 
-<p>May laughed humorlessly. “Right, and poor Zack just had to sit by and–”</p>
+<p>May laughed humorlessly. “Right, and poor Zach just had to sit by and–”</p>
 
 <p>The fox was up in a flash and, with a back-handed swipe, slapped the skunk across the muzzle, getting a yelp out of her and a shout out of Ioan. “You do not have permission to use that name,” he hissed.</p>
 
@@ -7696,7 +7696,7 @@ Ey chose the last of the poor skunk’s risotto, added a healthy dusting of pepp
 
 <p>Zacharias moaned. He forced himself to lower his paws to the ground, gripping at clumps of grass and dandelions. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared out toward the horizon of the field. “I–”</p>
 
-<p>“What did you want, my dear Zack? You sounded nearly on the verge of panic,” May said.</p>
+<p>“What did you want, my dear Zach? You sounded nearly on the verge of panic,” May said.</p>
 
 <p>“It is Jonas!” he said, finally snapping out of his daze. “Jonas! He has gone crazy! He killed all of my instances!”</p>