Enemy of Entropy
Archive for October 2007
Poetry: Robert Frost
The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once.
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
By Robert Frost
Solved! One Mystery of Geek Dating Problems
Wake Up Cat
Dedicated to The Girl
Kioshi is not allowed in the room when I’m trying to sleep, because he either keeps me awake, or lets me get just into sleep, then goes on a tear knocking things off every surface in the room.
But the girl — let’s just say he might really want that baseball bat!
Halloween Cat!
What’s your favorite Halloween memory? (I’m referring specifically to Halloween, the secular celebration, not Samhain.)
The EM Curse
I’m viewing this entry on my ginormous 22″ monitor. My hero acquired it via freecycle, toted it from the previous owner’s house to our car and into our house again. It has some insanely lovely resolution and so on, and is so big that I can have the text size set to HUGE and still get lots of stuff on a screen (not that Windows does that text-size-changing elegantly, but that’s another topic).
My video and sound cards are absolutely awesome compared to what I was using in the laptop! I can even go on Second Life without spending all of my time waiting for everything to resolve!
This is thanks to Sam, who acquired and set up this computer for me. Thank you, sweetie!
He was actually doing this already, partly because he wanted me to join him on SL more frequently, but then it became a real necessity, because we’ve experienced some sort of odd electromechanical curse recently.
Those of you who read Sam’s journal know that he lost all the information on both hard drives in his machine recently. That meant all the backup information was gone. We didn’t ever find an explanation, but I think it was the hard drive controller. In any case, we had to upgrade to SATA because that was more economically feasible than trying to find EIDE drives, and he hasn’t had more problems since then.
What I can do from home/school/medical whatevers has been further limited now by the loss of my laptop. It just died a few months ago. It had been going in little pieces — the PCMCIA slot didn’t want to work for NICs, then the SD card reader became unreliable, then the ethernet port lost the little tab that keeps the cord plugged in, and finally the place where the power cord plugs in to the case got weird and the cord just wouldn’t stay connected well. I think all the power problems screwed with the other parts at the end (yes, terribly technical language there). The hard drive was readable, happily.
Unfortunately, I’d just moved all my data elsewhere because I was about to rebuild the software on the laptop, and the SAMBA server’s data drive fell down and went boom. It’s sorta readable in an external hard drive enclosure if mounted with Ext2Fsd on a Windows machine. Of course, we can’t find the power supply for the external hard drive enclosure, although it was right there with the enclosure just a few weeks ago. ::Sigh
When we try to put the drive in the rebuilt Linux machine, the machine (which is running a very different distribution now) keeps wanting to immediately do something to the boot sections of the drive, and I’m afraid that’ll make it totally unreadable. Yes, I said, “do something” because Sam tried that part, not me. I’d rather not give details than be wrong.
I don’t know what the server used to run. I used Red Hat. When Sam took it over, he tried several different things and I can’t recall what he settled on (to end users, it hardly matters, which is how it should be). The rebuilt machine runs Ubuntu.
Yes, we do use UPSs. No, there was no malware involved. All physical failures. (Most of) the equipment was old. So we’re down a few machines and a lot of drives.
Oh! The microwave! It went out dramatically, with a big sound and flames and all! I’m glad I missed it. Hearing about it was all too exciting.
Then the toaster decided that it may or may not pop up its contents, and it might or might not have toasted them in the meantime. It’s a Schrödinger’s toaster, apparently.
Oh, then there were the cell phones. Mine, then Katie’s. Just stopped working one day. Okay, different days, but you get the picture. Both have been replaced now, but she and I were sharing one there for a bit, which Was Not Fun.
Katie has an interesting new art project, the Discordian PDA. She’s going to get advice from her (wonderful) art teacher as to what kind of paint would work well on a Palm. That’s a good way to use one that won’t keep it’s time or date reliably any more. Or charge. It’s pretty much a paperweight, so it might as well be lovely to look at it. Not terribly useful for keeping calendars, contacts, and so on, and our phones don’t sync with the rest of the world so well (ah, to have Treos!), so we’re down a PDA.
My carpet steamer still just won’t cooperate (I think the ex screwed it up when she was “fixing it” without having ever seen one before), so I’m almost ready to toss it. I can hope to acquire one via freecycle, or wait ’til they go on sale, but repair of such things is seldom worthwhile unless the shop can immediately say, “Oh, that’s the (common thing) and it’ll be (amount). I can have it done in two hours.”
I know there was something else, or several of them, that died during this time, too. A/V related, I think.
Anybody wanna come remove a curse?
