We’re not concerned with morals, or higher ethics, only the reduction of crime.
– Clockwork Orange –
We’re not concerned with morals, or higher ethics, only the reduction of crime.
– Clockwork Orange –
Didn’t remember any dreams last night. Was up from 4:45AM Friday until 1:15AM Saturday morning so was really tired, slept hard other than a 4AM bathroom break.
Yesterday started off with a men’s church group I attend from 6AM-7AM, then came back and worked on a backlog of accounting work, then getting a newly rebuilt server (I7-2600 based system replaced with i7-6700k based system, old system Centos 6, new system Ubuntu 15.04).
There was a lot to do. First finding the sweet spots in terms of CPU core voltage, speed, and temperatures is a trick on the i7-6700k. There is a narrow range of voltage where you can get the maximum speed without it overheating even with a massive cooler. The primary problem with these chips is not carrying away heat transferred to the heat sink, it’s getting the heat to transfer to the heat sink. These chips use a 14nm fabrication process so there is an extremely small but dense heat source. The internal compound between the chip and the lid really is inadequate so that is a limitation that is not easily overcome. Then the thickness and the type of compound to transfer heat from the lid to the heat sink is so critical.
Anyway, best I could get stable (using three different mprime tests) was 4.4 Ghz on all cores, not quite as good as the previous machine.
Then getting Ubuntu 15.04 configured. Ubuntu 15.04 has much newer everything than Centos. The VirtualManager and underlying Qemu/KVM capabilities are much more advanced, and the kernel is much better than the antique 2.6.32 kernel used on Centos 6.
I opted to go with Ubuntu instead of Centos7 both because Ubuntu is much better at staying current, has in service upgrades that work most of the time instead of requiring a full re-install, and because they are more likely to actually test an upgrade before kicking it out, something that has become a problem with CentOS since RedHat took it over.
So I spent the morning and afternoon doing that. Then when my wife was alive, we went out grocery shopping. Coming back I was already tired, suffering bad road hypnosis on the way back and really worried about my ability to get to the co-lo and get the work I needed to get done.
I ingested mass quantities of caffeine in the form of cans of diet coke. Took the server and new shelf down and the installation went relatively smoothly except Isomedia had not made the second jack live so we could get off the flaky data jack, so that’s still an open ticket.
Stopped at at Purple Dot on the way back and got some hot-and-sour soup. I like theirs the best of any place I’ve ever been. The place isn’t what it was under the original ownership but still good food.
Managed to get back without passing out while driving. The caffeine lasted long enough. But once I was out, I was out.
If something got here from another star system, odds are good he’s going to be taking you out for walks not the other way around as suggested in this song, or cooking you up for dinner. The Twilight Zone episode “To Serve Man” comes to mind.
To Serve Man is a Cook Book!
I almost always remember color in my dreams, as in my two recent posts, one being about a mystical unreal Los Angeles with everything lit up colorfully, or the one in Alaska with prismatic clouds.
I keep reading that most people dream in black and white. I wonder if this is really true or if most people just don’t remember the color in their dreams? I know I remember my dreams better than most. It’s rare for a night to go by where I don’t wake up remembering at least two or three significant dreams. That leads me to believe I just remember the color better than most as well.
So how about you? Do you dream in color or black-n-white, or do you remember?
Or maybe I just like color. When I used to photograph with film, I NEVER shot black-and-white film, and that’s not to say I don’t appreciate the tones and patterns in a black and white photograph but I think I am more intrinsically attracted to color, brilliant, saturated, or subtle. Sometimes I can really enjoy subtle like the tones in faded old wood planks on an old building, or the subtle variations of color in a rock or the sky. Or the more brilliant colors of fall tree leaves.
I think it relates to my outlook on life. There are few issues I see as black and white, my Democratic liberal friends accuse me of being a conservative Republican, my Republic friends accuse me of being a radical liberal, a threat to the American Way, and I guess surely I am, or would be if I could actually affect change, because invading other countries, stealing their resources, and killing and mangling their population is something I’m against and if I could change it I would, but my inability to do so thus far leads me to think I’m not a big threat, as much as I would like to be.
Had another dream last night. I was in Alaska (never been) and was going to take photographs at night. Had two tripods with me, the one I normally use, and an older one that is a bit gimpy (the things that hold the legs in place don’t anymore so they slip and compress on their own).
There was no aurora but there was a full moon out and partially cloudy sky, and in front of the moon were strongly prismatic clouds and that was what I was intent on photographing.
There were others there as well, and we all climbed a hill to get the best possible view. I stopped and was setting up my good tripod and left the other lying on the ground. Someone else climbing the hill snatched the old one. I woke up at this point.
I dreamt I was in the last day of high school. It was not realistic, we had computer programming courses. When I was in high school, the only computer we had was in the math lab, it had a whole of 512 bytes of “core”, memory that consisted of a matrix of ferrite beads with wires through them to write and read their magnetic state. But in the dream, they were reasonably modern computers.
But what was central was the idea that I was leaving and would never see many of these people again. And the reality is that I’ve only kept in touch with a handful of the people I went to school with. Something I now regret.
This is the first CD I’ve bought since 2009 when I went to prison. It is Tijuana Panthers album Poster. I thought it was interesting that the CD case is no longer plastic except for the part inside the sleeve that the CD attaches to. You need a microscope, or a scanner, to read the lyrics.
They were on KEXP recently, I enjoyed every piece they played. Particularly I enjoyed the piece Front Window Down. The album was engineered well, clean, not clipped. Some of their music is on Grooveshark, some on YouTube, but neither does justice to the audio quality of the album, but those are some places you can check out their music. Front Window Down is on YouTube.
Click on the images to see the full size version.
If an application must break and must give an error message, then it should be like this one:
Our search servers have positively flipped out. We’re flogging them into submission, please bear with us.
That was an error produced by the MusicBrainz.org website.
I don’t agree with much of what anonymous does but I agree wholeheartedly with this message.
I learned a new word, “astonied”, from an old source, the New King James version of the Bible, reading Ezra 9:1-9. Astonied is an archaic form meaning the same as astonished.
What isn’t clear to me is why he was astonished. We see sin all around us, why would he expect otherwise? Not saying it’s good, just a part of our reality. Perhaps I’ve just gotten too cynical.
Still it’s fun and in a strange way satisfying when I run across a word I don’t know and have to go look it up. Gives a sense of how language evolved, and by extension our thought processes and culture.
I know there are many newer translations that avoid the use of anything archaic but that would take the fun out of it, besides I think often they get less close to the intended meaning, sometimes altering it quite radically.
And I know if I really wanted archaic I could go to the old King James version but that is difficult reading for me.
9 Now when these things were done, the princes came to me, saying, The people of Israel, and the priests, and the Levites, have not separated themselves from the people of the lands, doing according to their abominations, even of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Perizzites, the Jebusites, the Ammonites, the Moabites, the Egyptians, and the Amorites.
2 For they have taken of their daughters for themselves, and for their sons: so that the holy seed have mingled themselves with the people of those lands: yea, the hand of the princes and rulers hath been chief in this trespass.
3 And when I heard this thing, I rent my garment and my mantle, and plucked off the hair of my head and of my beard, and sat down astonied.
4 Then were assembled unto me every one that trembled at the words of the God of Israel, because of the transgression of those that had been carried away; and I sat astonied until the evening sacrifice.
5 And at the evening sacrifice I arose up from my heaviness; and having rent my garment and my mantle, I fell upon my knees, and spread out my hands unto the Lord my God,
6 And said, O my God, I am ashamed and blush to lift up my face to thee, my God: for our iniquities are increased over our head, and our trespass is grown up unto the heavens.
7 Since the days of our fathers have we been in a great trespass unto this day; and for our iniquities have we, our kings, and our priests, been delivered into the hand of the kings of the lands, to the sword, to captivity, and to a spoil, and to confusion of face, as it is this day.
8 And now for a little space grace hath been shewed from the Lord our God, to leave us a remnant to escape, and to give us a nail in his holy place, that our God may lighten our eyes, and give us a little reviving in our bondage.
9 For we were bondmen; yet our God hath not forsaken us in our bondage, but hath extended mercy unto us in the sight of the kings of Persia, to give us a reviving, to set up the house of our God, and to repair the desolations thereof, and to give us a wall in Judah and in Jerusalem.