Well if the sunshines so bright,
Or on our way its darkest night
The road we choose is always right, so fine.
Ah can your love be so strong
When so many loves go wrong
Will our love go on and on and on and on and on and on?
- Led Zeppelin, Bron-y-aur Stomp
So let's not panic just yet, better is to pause and reflect upon the inevitable, whatever that may be.
Although I am almost home, at the end of the bike path and then to the left across the bridge, the question remains whether or not I will escape the deluge awaiting me.
I can attempt to cycle as quickly as possible, but nature has been known to display no patience when it comes to those trivial human matters.
Have a look at the picture above and feel free to make your own conclusions.
What I personally find very interesting while sitting on the train staring at all of the expressionless faces before me is measuring the frequency that people pull out their arms, rotate their wrists ever so slightly, and glance at their watches.
What time is it?
Checking and double-checking the time, whether or not the train is on schedule, the most recent stop and how it overlaps with what one had expected.
Here's the scenario.
The train slows down to a complete stop and the hydraulic doors pump themselves open, first with a slight hesitation and then with a quick snap at the last moment.
Some people step out of the train and other people get in, criss-crossing each others paths, so let's look at the time. Arms raised for viewing purpoises, twist of the wrist, a quick realisation of the time.
So what if events occur according to time or not?
The hydraulic doors pump themselves close again and the train jerks forward, despite what the passengers view as a possible delay or whatever.
All I care about is getting home in time and whether or not it is raining when I have to cycle back home.
On Monday, August 28, 2006 at 02:20:22 (CEST)
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If I could have things my way, there are three main frustrations related to my FreeBSD computer hobby activities that I would like to resolve, namely the following:
In the last year or so I have been working on and off trying to get these fixed but to no avail.
My life would become much less stressful and a hundred times more enjoyable if these issues could be reconciled in the not so distant future.
What are the chances of getting that to happen?
This is a view from below or whatever. What I tend to stare at while waiting for the next train to arrive so that I can continue with whatever it was that I was supposed to be doing in the first place.
Rotate it around in your mind to get a better impression of how things really are.
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness,
you got to speak your mind,
if you dare.
But don't no don't now try to get yourself elected
If you do you had better cut your hair.
`Cause it appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
Time, such a long long long long time before the dawn.
- Crosby Stills Nash & Young - Déjà Vu
Have you ever noticed how the older you get the more afraid you become of a little bit of rain?
All the young folks could care less even when it is pouring down rain, and the zero effort they practise in trying to cover themselves up results in a completely drenched figure sloshing around as if it is no big deal at all.
The older folks, on the other hand, upon feeling the very first drops of moisture tend to panic in an extreme way, stopping all actions in order to escape the so-called impending deluge, enclosing themselves in rain gear, plastic bags, whatever water-proof material is at hand, under this and that shelter, umbrellas opening up all over the place.
I take on an approach which fits somewhere between these two extremes, never uncaring and never panicking, but doing what is necessary to get through the downfall in a realistic way with minimal effort.
For some weird reason my server has been going completely wacko on a daily basis at around eleven o'clock or so every single evening. And I mean completely wacko.
Tons of file access activity, that little red led flashing endlessly, i/o overload is what it is all about, the sounds of disk access echoing all over the place. No way to even access my web site because it all times out. What to do?
In order to investigate things further I have installed Nagios to see if perhaps I can figure out what the heck is happening.
Hopefully I will come up with an answer in the not so distant future, but we will have to see.
Many raindrops detached themselves unknowingly from the leaves of the overhanging tree, and less than an instant later pierced the mossy green surface of the pond below, causing scattered pinpoints of black to constrict and close up even more quickly than they were created in the first place.
(Something impressive I happened to notice one early morning while bicycling to the train station on my way to work)
See that guy walking over there?
Is that his hat or is that his hair?
So if I come to your door
Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have
And a little more.
- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Highway Companion.
When in doubt then perhaps it is a good idea to get rid of everything and start all over again.
That's what I decided to do when all of a sudden Komodo stopped working becuase of some linux emulation hiccup when I upgraded FreeBSD.
Have a look in the file /usr/ports/UPDATING and this is what you see:
20060616:
AFFECTS users of emulation/linux_base-*
We now use Fedora Core 4 as the linux base port, and the corresponding xorg libs for the linux X11 libs port.
To upgrade you have to run
portupgrade -f -o emulators/linux_base-fc4 linux_base\*
portupgrade -f -o x11/linux-xorg-libs linux-XFree86-libs
...
After this start a linux program to test, e.g., acroread. If you get
errors when starting linux programs about problems with libraries, and
you made sure no LD_* variable is set as described above, you are one of
those unlucky people where we do not have a better solution as to tell
you to deinstall every linux port, remove /compat/linux completely to
make sure no cruft is left and reinstall everything you need.
So that's what I did and things have improved greatly since then.
Country girl I think you're pretty
Got to make you understand
Have no lovers in the city
Let me be your country man
Got to make you understand
Got to make you understand
Country girl ...
-- Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Country Girl
Life is too short to be taken seriously.
-- Oscar Wilde
Successfully upgraded my blog to Movable Type 3.31 without a single hitch.
Was a little worried and postponed it several weeks just in case, but now I am glad I installed the newest version.
Wow, I can really dig this new digital camera of mine! According to the instruction book, it can do just about anything one would ever wish a camera to do. Hopefully within the not so distant future I can figure out how it works.
While waiting for the train to arrive, I was gazing off into the nothingness in front of me and all of a sudden a great idea for a blog entry popped into my mind. Oh I cannot wait to write that in my blog.
Since it was such a really compelling concept, I figured that there would be no reason to write it down since I would not could not forget it no way.
Unfortunately, that was yesterday and now I cannot remember what it was anymore, kind of like a recent dream which just after you awake slowly but surely fades away forever, particles of sand rushing between your fingers.
Oh well, better luck next time.
It was sure fun to get back togther again after all these years. That's Nick and me meeting once again after seventeen years or so.
Not much has changed and life continues as usual.
As it turns out, he wasn't that big bad war hero at all who we had always taken for granted and was based on all those stories which were never told because they were just too painful to discuss. Even if as kids we kept begging him please please tell us more about what had happened, the time you landed on the beach and all those dead and blown-up bodies lying all over the place, what was it like? As far as we were concerned it never happened in the first place, but being part of the family wanting to believe that that was the way it had happened no matter what. Or were we the ones making things up, filling in the gaps and making things up in order to make sense of the way the soldier was or ended up being? In the end it turned out to be a sad case that lead us on, but led us on nonetheless. So it must have meant something in the end, we following as if nothing had ever happened in the first place.
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
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