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Umbrellas like Canberra

Or at least the ones bought there do. In my travels to Canberra I’ve now bought two compact travel umbrellas and lost *both* of them within a week of purchase. Seems like an umbrella bought in Canberra really wants to stay in Canberra — the last one lost was liberated by someone who sought to relieve me of a burden at the x-ray screening at Canberra Airport. To that someone, if you’re reading: I’d rather have kept the umbrella, thanks, and you could have asked me before you liberated it from me…

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Slack blogger

It doesn’t take much to see just how rubbish I am at this blogging thing. The last few months have been full of interesting happenings, and the blog has been silent. I’m not going to embarrass myself by saying “I’ll do more frequent updates, really I will” because I know it won’t happen. Oh well, as appears in the gospel according to Dirty Harry, chapter Magnum Force, “A man’s got to know his limitations”.    :)

Another year over…

I’ve read a few “this was my year” blog posts in the last day or so; no doubt I’ll read a few more in coming days. I honestly can’t remember much of positive significance happening this year, compared to last year (which was huge). For a few reasons though, I am glad that this year is nearly over and that a new one is about to begin.

I can’t say I’m disappointed about 2007, although I do feel I would like to have “achieved” more. From a work perspective, I did no conferences, and I wrote no papers. I did keep some servers from failing, though, and helped a few folks with some problems they had.

I think it’d be great to understand why folks attach so much significance to the change of the calendar. The symbolism of “turning a new page” happens every day; why do we disregard that and think only of the new Year? It’s no wonder so many folks fail in their New Years Resolutions — the intimidation of having to keep to a promise you make yourself for a whole year is enormous! And we never choose anything simple, do we? Resolutions are always “lose thirty kilos in time for Gracie’s wedding” or “stop smoking” or “try and be a better person”. Achievability is sacrificed in the face of having to make a huge gesture in the face of tons of brightly-coloured explosives going off in the air above us (or on the television in front of us).

So, for me this year, I am making one New Year’s Resolution: to not make any New Year’s Resolutions. I’ll be making New Days Resolutions instead — every day, I will think of something I can do with that day. When I do it, I’ll be able to enjoy a little celebration of having achieved my Resolution. But what to resolve? Well, little things that add up to something big. Fixing my corrupted LDAP database, for example (for Susan to get her address book entries back). Taking myself out of the house and walking (to improve my health). Cooking dinner for the family (without being asked). Ringing family and friends for a chat, without having a reason.

The best part of this plan is that by the end of January, when I’m surrounded by miserable folks bemoaning the demise of their New Years Resolutions, I’ll have celebrated thirty-one Resolutions and be feeling great! :)

Some of you reading this are saying “hang on, those ‘Resolutions’ are all stuff that people do every day, how can you make Resolutions out of that?”. Well I’m sure many people do these things daily, but they’re not me. Everyone’s life is what they make of it, and many of us (me included) need to realise that a little effort trying to do big things doesn’t work — what’s needed is a big effort on the little things.

The best thing about 2007 for me was feeling signs that I’m getting better — getting my head out of whatever place it’s been in the past few years. Work still sucks, and is actually getting worse, but that’s not the crushingly depressing thing it would have been two years (or even twelve months) ago. If 2008 holds more of the same improvement then that’ll be fine with me.

Happy New Year, readers… Best wishes for prosperity and happiness, wherever you are and whatever you wish for!

Another big bang

I was using a fitness ball (swiss ball, exercise ball, gym ball, etc) to sit on in the study in lieu of a normal chair.  I have to be honest and say that the experiment wasn’t working for me (it was supposed to get me disciplined to keep straight posture while seated) and I was considering giving up and going back to a chair.  The decision was made for me yesterday when it burst while I was sitting on it.

I’ll admit, it was helped (but not deliberately).  I had bits of PC case lying all over the floor, and I was rolling around to reach something to one side of me[1]…  The ball pushed onto the corner of a CD-ROM drive bracket, hard enough to pierce the rubber.

Before I talk about what inevitably happened next, I need to mention that the manufacturer of the ball labelled it “anti-burst”.  I actually gave this a bit of thought — not to the point of buying an anti-burst type over one that made no such claim, but more that I was intrigued by the thought of what a large rubber sphere filled with air to a sufficient pressure to keep 100+kg of human off the floor was supposed to do when breached if not burst.

Also, just prior to my deciding to start using a gym ball as an office chair I had listened to This Week In Tech Episode 98, “The Big Bang”, in which the show’s host famously, during the episode, experienced a “catastrophic decompression” of his own swiss ball.  In fact, ironically, that event was my inspiration or motivation to use a gym ball (and if you can figure that out for me, I’d appreciate it).

If you listen to that episode (as one poster to the TWiT forums said, “the magic happens at 47:30″) you hear quite a loud explosion as Leo’s ball gives way, followed by impacts of various objects (including Leo himself).  He described it as “my swiss ball exploded”.

My experience was nothing like that!  As I said I was sitting on the ball and rolled toward what I was working on.  I heard the sound of the ball being pierced, and a slight hiss of air — but I was still sitting.  I realised instantly what had happened, but before I could actually move the ball gave way and dropped me to the floor.  About a third to a half a second elapsed between the sound of the puncture and my assumption of a new lower seating position.

Picking myself up, I inspected the carcass of the ball and found a single tear in the rubber that was nearly half the ball’s circumference — the initial hole travelled as the pressurised air was forced through.

So was the ball “anti-burst”?  I’d have to say yes.  It still failed, but not in the way that Leo’s ball went BANG.  There was virtually no sound (other than me hitting the deck of course) and even though I didn’t have enough time to jump off the ball or otherwise avoid the fall, that might just be because I’m on the heavier end of the scale.  Someone lighter may well have put the hole under less stress and caused it to rip later or slower (or maybe not at all).

So if you’re a gym-equipment-for-office-furniture type of person, having lived through the event I’d say definitely get the “anti-burst”.  Sure, it won’t keep you off the floor if it gives way, but it’ll be a smoother ride down.  You’ve probably got more to worry about from possibly hitting your head on the desk as you go down (I reckon I was perilously close to that this time, as I had my back to the desk), or from landing on the tacks your “friends” put out to find out if your gym ball is the anti-burst kind.

Oh and I’m fine, by the way…  ;)

[1] Anyone who’s used one of these things as fitness equipment or as office furniture will understand the movements you just pick up like second-nature.  Office-chair users: when you need to talk to your buddy at the next desk, you don’t think twice about turning around and pushing yourself backwards across the floor to reach her do you?  Same kind of thing.

Holiday

We returned from holiday a little while ago — we spent a week in Melbourne to visit family and friends.  While it wasn’t Nicholas’ first time on a plane, it was the first he was able to get involved in (being a couple of years older than his previous plane rides).

He took to the plane amazingly well.  On the trip down we were ahead of the wings on a 767, and the engines didn’t bother him at all (even at landing).  The trip back we were at the back of a 737, and the noise was a bit louder and he was a little worried but quickly got over it.  He also had no trouble with pressurisation, something that couldn’t be said for me on this trip (a bit of sinus blockage from a cold gave me some trouble coming home).

I’d have to say that the highlight of Nicholas’ trip was TRAMS!  At one stage we were near the corner of Bourke and Swanston Streets in the city, where I’d guess the tram frequency during the day is probably 2-3 per minute in every direction.  Every tram he saw on the whole trip was greeted with a yell of “there’s a tram!”, but in the city it was bordering on delirium — “There’s a tram, and there’s another tram, and ANOTHER tram, and ANOTHER TRAM!!! There’s a brown one!  And there’s a green one!  And there’s ANOTHER brown one!  And there’s a blue one!!!  SO MANY TRAMS!!!”

We also rode on Puffing Billy, and had a couple of train trips on the suburban network, so I think he’s definitely had a good helping of Melbourne rail travel!

While it was good to get away, there were some logistical aspects to what was essentially our first ever proper “family holiday” that we’ll need to work on before we tackle the holiday thing again.  I can’t wait to get back to work and have a rest!  :-)

Holiday time

LIVE from Dicky Beach, Sunshine Coast, Queensland, Australia, it’s the Crossed Wires Holiday Show!

Jokes aside (particularly at the name of the venue, which is actually named after a shipwreck… oh dear, not getting much better is it) we’re on our “summer” holiday.  Caravanning on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast.  Beautiful…  well, after the heat in the van’s canvas annexe… and trying to sleep at night amongst the insects in said annexe, since I’m too tall to fit the beds in the van…

Maybe I’m too used to travelling, especially given the places I visited on holiday twelve months ago.  I’m sure that it’ll do me good to rough-it a little for a while.  Caravanning is something I can generally take only in small doses, so we’ll have to see how I go with ten days straight!  We’re about four days down now, so if you see any headlines about psychopathic laptop-wielding Linux admins going postal north of Brisbane, check back here to see if it was me…

Connectivity for this blog posting comes courtesy of Optus 3G data via my Nokia N70 phone.  Didn’t get the Bluetooth link to the phone quite sorted yet so it’s via USB right now, but having got the PPP config right I can now take it into the Bluetooth mode with a little confidence.

Off to the beach in a minute, hopefully to get some photos of Nicholas going absolutely hog-wild in the surf — he’s loving the beach…  Watching him enjoying the beach so much is well-and-truly making up for the insects at night. :)

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New home for Crossed Wires

Having paid for the veejoe.net domain some time ago (got a fully sic deal as well, 5 years for the price of two, or something) I decided to finally do something about it.  So, it’s now the new (official) home of Crossed Wires.

I’m hardly going to submit it to Google or anything like that, but it’s something newsworthy in the life of the site anyway.

From a Linux perspective, I’m using Apache VirtualHost directives so that access to the other stuff I host is not changed (at least that’s the plan).  Over time, I’ll upgrade things and integrate the photo gallery, but one step at a time!

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