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arti-v0.2.0b03bf292 · ·
Arti 0.2.0 caret and retry-error are at 0.1.1. All other crates are at 0.2.0. * * * The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs. —George Eliot, _Middlemarch_
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arti-v0.1.0e8e9791a · ·
Arti 0.1.0 All crates have been bumped to version 0.1.0. * * * I'm not a prude I just want some respect So close the door if you want me to respond 'Cause privacy is my middle name —Janet Jackson, "Nasty"
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arti-v0.0.4329bde58 · ·
Arti 0.0.4 The following crates have had version bumps: tor-config 0.0.4 tor-rtcompat 0.0.4 tor-rtmock 0.0.4 tor-proto 0.0.4 tor-netdoc 0.0.4 tor-chanmgr 0.0.4 tor-netdir 0.0.4 tor-guardmgr 0.0.5 * tor-circmgr 0.0.4 tor-dirclient 0.0.4 tor-dirmgr 0.0.4 arti-client 0.0.4 arti-config 0.0.4 arti-bench 0.0.4 arti 0.0.4 * I had to bump tor-guardmgr twice due to having failed to bump tor-netdir the first time around before I published it. “I got three passports, a couple of visas You don't even know my real name.” —Talking Heads, “Life During Wartime”
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arti-v0.0.3e735b3b2 · ·
Arti 0.0.3 This is the 0.0.3 release for all Arti crates. * * * “And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.” —Algernon Charles Swinburne, "An Interlude"
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arti-v0.0.29d0ede26 · ·
Arti 0.0.2 This is the 0.0.2 release for all of the arti crates. * * * “Privacy is precious in cities. It is indispensable. Perhaps it is precious and indispensable everywhere, but in most places you cannot get it. In small settlements everyone knows your affairs. In the city everyone does not—only those you choose to tell will know much about you.” ― Jane Jacobs, _The Death and Life of Great American Cities_
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arti-v0.0.1d272afb3 · ·
Arti 0.0.1 This is the 0.0.1 release for all of the arti crates. * * * "My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever." -- Aesop Rock, "Shrunk"