>
Broadcast message from root (pts/0) (Mon Jul 17 07:44:53 2006):
>
> The system is going DOWN for reboot in 20160 minutes!Translation for non-nerds: I quit my wildly successful and lucrative consulting job last Monday.
I start my new job as a Security Analyst in Owings Mills on the 1st of August, 2006.
Reeves Gabrels is releasing a new CD as a two-piece w/ drummer Stefan Svensson. They call themselves Protecto.
Reeves Gabrels- Normal & Abnormal Guitars, Fretless Bass, Delayloops Stefan “Big Swede” Svensson- Drums, Perc, Samples, Loops, Keys
I’m pre-ordering it of course.
Unrelated to that project, here is the latest from Reeve’s himself on what’s happening in his life lately. It is somewhat old news but I’m seeing it for the first time - looks like 2005 was an absolutely shitty year for Reeves - morgellon’s, lyme disease and boureliosis, a divorce, car accident, stolen gear, work getting shelved by labels or poorly released, and more.
The samples on their site are pretty ass kicking (Reevz.net has better sound quality mp3’s - scrolll down) - I am interested to discover what this Stefan Svensson fellow is doing, adding samples and breaks to kit drum recording and rock music. The track “Charango D’Amour” sounds the most normal, if that’s what you are looking for.
(Prediction: myspace.com will get it’s own TLD and they will replace the social security system identification system. Internet, rite guys?)
Sasha and I lacked the foresight to have enough clean and ready bottles prepped for our last batch - my double IPA and his Hefeweizen.
I cleaned about 80 bottles at once - some from my trash bin, some from a case Sasha had under his stairs for some unknown length of time. Sasha’s case, I found, had managed to trap a family of crickets, many dead in the bottles.
I lack a bottle brush.
See where this is going?
I’ve been drinking the double IPA’s this week and hold each up to a can halogen in our kitchen, spinning the bottle to examine the bottom. So far, I’ve seen one full cricket leg, and a few bits that were questionable enough that I put the bottles unopened in the trash.
This is especially fun when having a beer with dinner and something gets stuck in my teeth.
I’ve planned better for our next batch and have two and a half cases ready and de-labled.
I read this essay on dead trees this weekend while waiting in the alley for prospective buyers to walk through the condo I’m renting.
The Lessons of Lucasfilm’s Habitat discusses the creation and evolution of what has evolved into games like Everquest and World of Warcraft. Neat stuff.
The spot I rent in an alley near my apartment for my MD-tag car is in between a building of contemporary $1.5mil condos and an auto-body/mechanics shop that has been there for nearly 30 years. I’ve taken my car to the shop for tires and Amanda had them put a new exhaust on her Civic. Nice folks.
I came home the Saturday night before last from GURUCON nerd-party 2006 around 1:30AM.
Driving down Champlaign St. in Adams Morgan at that time of night is a gauntlet of drunk drivers, double parkers, and lost visitors from bordering states unsure how wide their Expeditions are taking out side-view mirrors. 15 minutes and 2 blocks later I’m pulling into the alley, which is a party-in-progress. The gang from the mechanic’s fill their lot on the weekends with cars like sardines in a can, crowds of their friends are milling about, and so on. It was tight getting past the shop to my spot, people had to move their cars, crowds were parted, and they all closed back in behind me. I’m in no rush, it’s 1:30 AM and I’m a block from my apartment.
I get out and start trying to figure out how I’m going to carry my laptop, a bag full of beers, and a box full of empties that I want to save for bottling later.
That’s when the yelling starts from the entrance to the alley.
A woman’s voice.
“No! You move these cars right now!”
Laughter.
“I Live here! You! Move these cars! I live here!”
No slower than they moved for me, without the yelling, the crowd parted and a late-model SUV surged up the alley and parked two spots up from me. Nice lady. She slammed the car door and marched into the fancy condo buildings on a mission. Maybe she had to pee. Or worse.
Awfully tl;dr but the double-parking discussion earlier made me think of this opposite scenario. Local new-resident: You are being a bitch to your neighbors, if it’s a biological emergency, at least yell it out so that we give you the benefit of the doubt.
“I have to shit! Move these cars!”
Would have worked for me.
Double parking on Sunday mornings by church goers is making a stink in DC. I don’t really follow why this is debatable at all.
If my first through third attempts to move my car / have people blocking me in towed were resisted by Police, vigilante justice would very quickly follow.
I don’t live in an area with a Sunday Morning parking problem though, I live in Adams Morgan. The church crowd should park in Adams Morgan Sunday morning - we have a garage and a few pay lots that are mostly empty by 4am or so. Have your churches set up busses back and forth!
People that come downtown forgetting that there are actual residents in those buildings in between your MD or VA county line and the city attraction they are here to see: You suck.
I’ve disagreed with a few of you on the publication of sex offender registries. I’m finding out about it months old in a magazine, but here is an example of why I don’t believe them to be appropriate.
(Not supporting sex-offenders)
The script that updates what I’m listening to as I listen to it in the sidebar on the left wasn’t running as scheduled because I accidentally disabled it for a week or so. It’s back.
Anyway, I’ve been digging Big Lazy a lot lately. A lot.
Mouse over song titles here and some are mp3 links.
For the past few months I’ve fought with various issues on my new DHCP/DNS/SMB/HTTP server. I expected a fight, it’s a 100Mhz ARM processor with no monitor, keyboard, mouse, or internal hard drive.
It’s a SLUG.
At first, I was using full Debian install which worked really well. It worked so well that I kept adding stuff that I wanted it to do to it until the load on boot was near 6 constantly and I couldn’t get bash to load after ssh’ing to it. It was then that I realized that I shouldn’t run MySQL, Apache, PHP, Bind, Exim, sshd, Samba, and Bittorrent on a computer slower (barely) than the one I had ten years ago.
I redid it with SlugOS and have been running tiny packages: thttpd, dnsmasq, that sort of thing. It runs OK but the load is never under 1.0.
Break that off and it runs at the speed it was designed to run - twice as fast as Linksys ships it.
This morning I used a nail clipper on the resistor and it came off very easy.
> grant@slug:~$ cat /proc/cpuinfo Processor : XScale-IXP42x Family rev 1 (v5b) BogoMIPS : 266.24I’ve got the SLUG attached to a 500GB IDE drive in a USB enclosure, serving mp3’s to itunes, movies to the modded xbox, and acting as a general file repository for backups, and (http://home.jokerbone.com/) a web server. The external drive has very quiet fans, the SLUG has none.
From the creator of Quicksilver. I’ve wanted an app like this for the past six or seven years. Very nice.
I bound it to`, feels completely natural.