A Web page that finds anagrams through an interactive procedure. For info about the mobile app version of this page, see ana-grabr. This Web-app helps you to find anagrams: rearrangements of the letters in a word or words. For example, an anagram for “stop” is “pots”. Others are “tops” and “opts” and “spot” and “post”. Of course, another anagram for it is “sotp”, but that is not a word, and we are mostly interested in anagrams that are real words. There is also an Italian version of this page. The words you start with, the given words, are referred to as the source. Here is the way you use this page. I got interested in this as a programming topic reading the Programmer’s Challenge in MacTech magazine. The solution came out a few months later and I immediately applied it on the Unix machine I had at work. It came up with all the anagrams that would fit a given set of words: this often ran to thousands or hundreds of thousands of anagrams, often pretty unintelligible.

Sorting through all the possibilities posed a new challenge. swish curtain track 275cmAt first I wrote Perl filters that would weed through the long lists. silver montpellier lined john lewis curtainsBut then I decided I needed a more interactive solution. ikea akerkulla shower curtainI rewrote Larry Landry’s clever solution as a HyperCard XFCN and built a HyperCard “stack” similar to this page. habitat blackout curtain liner line-a-tabI had lots of fun with it, as did others.sue crow curtains sawston

But the years passed, and Apple eventually let go of HyperCard. canterbury floral red & cream 66x72 pencil pleat lined curtainsI have re-implemented the stack as a Web page using JavaScript. I am using a “naïve” algorithm for word-fitting, but these days CPU cycles come much cheaper. Alas, web page rendering is not so uniform, and this page does not work too well on some mobile platforms. But perhaps it will come, re-implemented once again, to your favorite cell phone soon! Or another tool like HyperCard will rise from the ashes. Here are some anagrams that I have worked out. If there is enough interest, I will add a feature to this page that lets visitors add their own anagrams. Most of the fun ones come from people’s names, but I will have to withhold them since my friends might not like to see their names and anagrams splashed all over the Web.

But go ahead and work on your favorite names! Morning of November 20, 2016. I have apparently gone far back in time but I still seem mentally like my present self on many levels. The first setting is very distorted (mostly in logic), though still easily discernible, and seems to be inside and outside at the same time. It mostly seems like an outdoor flea market set up on each side of a road but eventually seems to be solely inside. Zsuzsanna is not seen until the last scenario but her father is played by a fictional character, a thin male with curly hair. Still, I somehow "know" he is her father. At first however, his face is only present on a "living" coin, and he talks to me (quite clearly) from the surface of this silver coin, which is about as big as an American quarter. It sits on a low table with other coins and random items that are for sale. Not that many people are around. Interestingly, I have no misgivings about a coin talking to me and I do not think of a man being a coin at this time is strange in any way.

I remember that Zsuzsanna's family is moving, which annoys me somewhat, as I feel I will not get to see her for a long time. I ask the father-as-coin where she is and it seems she has already gone to her new house with her parents although I also get the impression she is shopping in town with her parents (which does not seem contradictory to the presence of "father coin"). "We were concerned that you would jump her bones," he says in a somewhat formal tone. I consider the situation and casually say, "That already happened a long time ago." The embossed silver face on the coin now has his mouth open and appears to be angry, frustrated, and in dismay but no longer speaks. I absentmindedly shift into a different mental state. I rise in the air and shoot beams of light from my hands, the ends of the beams shaped like five-pointed stars. I begin to chant and sing very clearly and loudly, mostly with a sustained Native American essence, "way-yah-ah-ay-yah" and so on. An older lady seems to deliberately turn her back to me and ignore me.

The setting is the same, though now it seems to be an area where people are sorting laundry. I shine a pentagram onto a clean towel and some pale bed sheets but she does not turn around. From here, I fly around over an unfamiliar area of an unknown city. Most of the people do not seem annoyed even when I tap them on the head. I perform various maneuvers and several curious onlookers look up at times. My chanting and singing goes on for a very long time as I dance in the air about ten feet above the city streets. Zsuzsanna's fictional father appears (in normal human form) near an old building. He looks slightly annoyed upon seeing me. Oddly, there is a medicine cabinet (with no back) embedded in the outer brick wall of the old building. A young Zsuzsanna approaches me very cheerfully but walks through the building, though parts of the walls are missing and I can see where she is going. As she comes closer, she places her chin on a shelf of the medicine cabinet (from the other side of the wall) looking out at me very happily.