I’ve got my first real rails application working correctly - a simple online bookmark system, which is scuttle-lookalike. (This is part of my master-plan to remove PHP utterly from the few remaining places where it exists upon my server(s), so it isn’t as pointless a project as it appears to be!) It is pretty neat, and it handles most of the things you’d expect. Fetch it from CVS and install it with the following recipe:

cvs -d :pserver:anonymous@cvsrepository.org:/home/cvs login
cvs -d :pserver:anonymous@cvsrepository.org:/home/cvs co bookmarks
cd bookmarks/
mysql --user=root -p -e "CREATE DATABASE Books_development"
rake db:migrate
ruby script/server

Once that is done point a browser at http://localhost:3000/ - and you should see something like this. (If there is no admin user setup it will display a “signup” link, once there is an admin defined this will go away. When you’re an admin you can view/edit/modify all the bookmarks which are set to “private”.) I’m new to rails, and ruby for that matter, so if this is packaged badly, or is missing something to make it work please do let me know. Updated: Changed from download to the CVS repository. I also have a collection of tools for exporting from Insipid & Scuttle if they are useful let me know.

There's a stupid system in England for utilities billing. In theory, you have the freedom to choose who supplies your electricity and gas. There are supply networks, maintained here by Wales and West Utilities and Western Power Distribution which are the same for all suppliers, but your supplier has to put the amount that you use into their network. More info at Energy Watch In practice, when you move home, you have no freedom to choose. You can't even keep your existing supplier. The supplier of the previous occupier writes to you and tells you that you are on a "deemed contract" which is a funny sort of contract which they reckon is valid even though you have no choice in the matter. Even if you tell the suppliers of your choice on the day you move (as if you didn't have enough to do), you're screwed. There are long notice periods, even for deemed contracts. With gas, you're doubly screwed, as they can make daily standing charges even if you use no gas. Nasty deemed contract supplier npower refused to negotiate and then billed for nearly 50 quid, thanks to their standing charge. You might avoid paying the home's previous electricity supplier by giving them a zero reading. As long as they're not silly about it, they shouldn't send a bill. There doesn't seem to be a daily charge for electricity. Silly edf energy sent a 16p bill. 16 pence. 0.16 pounds. The printing and posting probably cost them another 16p. I paid it at a post office counter, which I'm told pays the post office 12p. It just cost edf about 28p to receive 16p. Why the devil didn't their billing system write it off? I suggest that customers of 'no-negotiation npower' or silly money-wasting edf energy should look for a new supplier. Probably not British Gas: Martyn Drake has some British Gas horror stories, but he recently reset his web site (google!). I'm sure another BG rant will be along shortly, though. One of my uncles has had trouble with them too, but I don't think he's on the web yet.

The snow we got a couple of days ago hasn't abated here in Montreal. We had a cold snap right after the snowfall, so temperatures have been around -20C for the last couple of days. Last night Maj had her French classes at the Montreal YMCA, and Micaela had spent the day seeing art museums and visiting bookstores downtown. (She's a poetry nut -- loves finding books by Canadian poets, francophone and anglophone, that she can't get at home in Melbourne.) So Amita and I went to meet her about halfway from our local Metro station, at the Pizzad lic on Ave Mont Royal. I covered Amita in about 10 layers of clothing, then put her on her little purple sled and dragged her up towards Mont Royal. She kept wanting to get up and walk herself ("Up!" is her newest and most insistent word), but when she was standing she wouldn't walk at all. So it was a long time getting to the restaurant. When we got there, Micaela was leaning against the front door shivering. Apparently Pizzad lic is out of business (bummer!). A graver cause for concern, however, was Amita's face: the parts showing around her scarf were tomato red from the cold. Gah! We rushed her home (crying all the way), and when I got her undressed she had a red stripe across the middle of her face like the people in those frozen pizza ads. I bathed her cheeks in cold water, and then gave her a hot bath, and by the time she was out she was calm and regular-colored. We got pizza delivered at home, which she enjoyed a lot. No permanent damage, as far as I can tell, except to my self-confidence as a competent parent. When Maj got home later that night, she reminded me that for extremely cold weather you have to put Vaseline on babies' cheeks to protect their delicate skin from the cold. Amita and I went to Loblaw's this morning to do some grocery shopping (in the car), which was a much more reasonable experience. Tonight for dinner I made pat chinois, a plate with baked mashed potatoes and ground beef known to English-speakers as shepherd's pie. (I make it with mushrooms and veggie beef.) Here in Quebec it's called "Chinese casserole", for unknown reasons. The best guess is that French Canadian lumberjacks worked at sites in the USA where it was common to have Chinese immigrant cooks. Confronted with a potato dish they didn't recognize, they assumed it was a meal from the cooks' home country. I don't know if this origin is true or not, but it sure is a good story. Anyways, it's good stick-to-your-ribs food, which you need on a night like this. When it gets down to -28C (as it will tonight), you need a lot of carbs running your internal furnace for you. tags: montreal snow cold shepherds pie pat chinois quebec babies amitajune

Piknic lectronik The good snow we're having means that one of my favourite events of the year is going to be white and cold and fluffy and fun. For the last few years, Piknic lectronik, the group that produces weekend outdoor parties on le Ste H l ne on the site of Expo 67, has done a single, crazy outdoor party in the dead of winter. This year, the party, called "Igloofest", is happening in the Vieux Port on the Quai Jacques Cartier. It's going to be two nights, January 19-20 (that's 29-30 Niv se for you aficionados of the French Revolutionary Calendar), from 5 to 11PM. We're going out on Friday night -- our pals from Ninjatune are part of the party, and our friend DJ Ghost Beard is on that evening. It should be a great time; I'm really looking forward to dancing in the snow and having vin chaud afterwards. tags: montreal piknic lectronik party dancing ninjatune winter snow

BarCampMontreal II: Camp Harder Just got the news from my blogroll: Sylvain Carle notes that the second BarCampMontreal will take place April 28th. That's going to be close for us; we'll be at the Wikitravel Get-together in Puerto Rico up until the 22nd. And we plan to fly there from Miami. But, hey: stranger things have happened. Our BarCamp last year was an absolute blast (see my follow-up on Journal/1 Brumaire CCXV); lots of fun people doing interesting things in fun ways, and then talking about it. I'd really like to be there for this next one. tags: barcamp montreal barcampmontreal wikitravel puerto rico

Louisianne I'm happy to see that in an alternative history universe called Ill Bethisad, the French Revolutionary Calendar is used in the North American francophone nation of Louisianne. On the downside, my city of Ville-Marie is in the royalist enclave of New Francy, which uses the boring old calendar. Ill Bethisad is an impressive alternative-history project, and the wiki format seems to really be conducive to its further development. Great idea, and nice to see the ol' FRC included. tags: alternative history french revolutionary calendar ill bethisad north america

Baby Lessig Congrats to Lawrence Lessig and family on the birth of a new son. tags: baby lessig

In my other posts about Christmas, I wrote about my memories of Christmas awhile back.

In this final post, some more recent memories.

Terah and I don't really have a Christmas tradition yet -- things seem to keep changing.

Our first Christmas after being married was in Indianapolis. Our church there didn't have a Christmas Eve service, so we went to a different one. We also bought a tree from Tree Classics that year:



The next year, we moved to Kansas. Our church has a children's program on Christmas Eve, but Terah likes the more meditative lessons and carols service that her church used to have on Christmas Eve, so sometimes we've gone to a different church that evening -- or even to two different services.

This year, we're in an apartment, and we've got Jacob. That makes everything more fun. Here he is in a festive holidy mood:



Of course, the one thing that a festive holiday mood is sure to lead to in a 3-month-old is a not-so-festive holiday bout of fussiness.



Our tree this year is borrowed. Ours, along with all of our Christmas decorations, lights, and wrapping paper, is in storage. So some of our gifts aren't wrapped. But that's OK -- we enjoyed Christmas all the same.



In this, my last post on Christmas for this season, I wanted to follow up on my earlier post about my Grandpa Klassen. I wrote:

Grandpa was great with the harmonica. And the song I best remember him playing at is Nun Ist Sie Erschienen. I remember sitting on his lap many times listening to him play it. And I'm pretty sure it was a year-round song for him. Terah and I even had it sung at our October wedding -- if it was year-round for Grandpa, that was good enough for us. It's always special to sing the song in church.

I was going to have a picture of Grandpa with his harmonica here, but I didn't get it ready in time. So I'll have to describe it. Imagine a black and white picture of a gentle man, dressed conservatively, holding a harmonica in his hands. He's looking towards it tenderly -- it seems to be something important, and maybe it represented fond memories for him, too. I'll post the photo as soon as I get a copy of it.

Well, here's the photo:

Some Developers can't see their own back.

My work permit in Canada expired on December 1 (that's 10 Frimaire for you French Revolutionary Calendar fanatics), so I needed to renew it. It's possible to renew these things by mail, which is worrisome and time-consuming, or even to go into an office in Montreal (near-mythical, crowded, reportedly ineffective). I've never liked doing either, so whenever we have to deal with immigration, our family drives the 50km down to the border with the US. They have a big immigration facility there, and if you drive out of Canada and back in again, they have lots of nice officers in bullet-proof vests to deal with any immigration issues on the spot. It's called "driving around the flagpole" here, but Maj and I try to make a trip out of it when we have to go. So we drove down to Lake Placid in the Adirondacks last Friday morning -- sufficiently distant and different to seem exotic, without being too far away for a weekend trip. Plattsburgh, the nearest American town to us, is, well, kinda boring. We've spent a day in Burlington (Vermont) before, and that was pretty fun, but we wanted to try something different -- so Lake Placid it was. Friday was a crummy day for a drive, though -- there was snow and freezing rain in equal measures, so the roads were a little dangerous. The hood of our car kept building up this several-inches-thick icy-snowy mass that I was afraid would rip off the hood and go careening into the dark, so I kept stopping to chip it off with my handy ice scraper. Once we got down to the Adirondack park, though, the rain was just a regular drizzly non-freezing kind, and we could actually enjoy the scenery. The roads in were remarkably small -- hard to believe that not one but two Winter Olympics were held at this remote location. When we got to town, we took a look around at the main drag -- a single street that fronts onto Mirror Lake and points directly into the Olympic centre. We stopped at the Great Adirondack Brewing Company for a late lunch, and had a nice crabcake and caesar salad with roasted shrimp. Maj is a little squeamish about eating seafood in the mountains -- with good reason, since she's been burnt before -- but we both ate up anyways, and it was real good. Amita June had a grilled-cheese sandwich that came with french fries shaped like little happy faces. Awww. We then went to check into our motel, the Wildwood Inn. I've got a weakness for a certain kind of woodsy mountain motel -- lots of wood paneling and alpine flavor -- and I especially like paying motel prices. The Wildwood was just what I like -- clean, inexpensive ($65/night), and charming, with a nice view from our room out onto Lake Placid proper. It also had a nice big indoor heated pool complex and free WiFi. (On that subject -- why is it that so many motels in North America now have perfectly acceptable free WiFi, but major hotels in big cities charge you $30/night for crummy WiFi with complicated authentication schemes that take half an hour to configure? Is it just because the big hotels charge too much for everything, or is it because they know they can rake business travelers over the coals and it all will go on the expense report? It makes me really mad to pay for WiFi, and it makes me extra-mad that it's usually so complicated and of such poor quality. Anyways.) We took a big nap and went out after dark (4:30PM) to look at the town and get some dinner. Unfortunately, it was still raining big fat cold raindrops all over downtown. The ski season was supposed to start this weekend in the Adirondacks, but with all the rain they canceled opening the runs, and with the bad weather and no skiing the town was pretty empty. Most of the restaurants we passed were closed, and when we eventually got to one, the Black Bear, we were the only people there. The Black Bear turned out to be really nice. They had a good selection of organic vegetables and seafood nicely prepared but not too fancy -- what we Californians call "California cuisine". I dunno what anyone else calls it. Amita liked it because they had a big chalkboard on the wall and she spent most of her time running between our table and the board or drawing big jagged marks on the wall. That night the wind and storm howled outside our motel room -- I dreamed the place was falling down. When we got up in the morning, though, there was a light dusting of snow on the ground outside -- the first one of the season! Maj and Amita June went outside on the motel lawn to play around -- Amita doesn't remember last winter, I don't think, so snow is new all over again for her -- and I went to clear off the car. Then we went downtown to get some breakfast. We shopped for books (I bought James Fenimore Cooper's The Pathfinder) and winter gear (Maj almost but didn't buy some boots) walking up and down the main street in the light snow, then piled into the Soulshine Bagel shop for some bagel sandwiches and coffee. The food was good -- the bagels were thick and doughy, not like the little Montreal bagels I've grown fond of -- but the place only took cash, and we hadn't gotten out any American money yet. Oops. They were nice enough to take our Canadian cash, which earned them a decent tip, and then the three of us walked back to the car in the snow, Amita trying for the first time to catch snowflakes on her tongue. After our nap, we went out with good intentions to go visit the Olympic Centre and get ourselves a little bit of cultural value from the trip, but the early dark and our darker natures drove us instead to the Lake Placid Pub in a residential area right by Mirror Lake. The Pub was great -- really good beers (I liked the 7% Ubu Ale) and fine pub-grub. There was a table of kids next to our table, and they had a little table barbecue on which they were making s'mores. They kept handing Amita their extra graham crackers, which she noshed contentedly. This morning we went to the Saranac Sourdough deli and bakery for an early breakfast. It was right across highway 86 from our motel, and they had great pancakes. I had a big spinach-crab frittata with sourdough rye toast -- really satisfying. We took the long route back to Montreal -- west through Saranac Lake then north up to Malone (New York), a little town on the Salmon River with a big collapsed mill in the middle of downtown. By the time we got down to Malone, all the snow was gone, and it was back to that bitter snowless winter look all over the place. Malone had some nice architecture, but we ducked into the homey Nancy's Village Diner for some lunch. Then out onto the road again, through Chateaugay and Mooers and back to the border after a brief stop at duty-free. Our immigration issues took about an hour -- that was pretty good turnaround -- and we were on autoroute 15 back home to Montreal pretty quick. Not far from the border, though, the snow started coming down hard, and by the time we got to the St. Laurent river it was sticking to the road, making driving a little hazardous. But we managed to get home OK, glad for a nice little weekender. tags: lake placid montreal new york saranac lake adirondacks immigration snow maj amitajune

David Nusinov says:

when a prominent DD gets busy in his personal life, we don't say that his personal life is trying to kill Debian. Similarly, when a prominent DD gets hired somewhere and gets very busy and he doesn't have as much time for Debian, we don't say that the employer is trying to kill Debian.

Going to work for on a Debian derivative is a bit different from going away from Debian to spend time as a new father/mother, or working as a MSCE, or whatever. If things are done right (by the employee, by Debian, by the employer), work spent on Debian derivatives can benefit both Debian and the derivative. I believe this even happens in many cases. One other point: Looking at the whole Dunc Tank debate, I guess hiring some people to work on Debian directly (which is just what I might do if I had spare cash in large amounts) wouldn't necessarily improve matters a lot, it'd just shift the debate (ah, he's trying to buy Debian...). Myself, I'm not entirely sure if the existence of Ubuntu is good or bad for Debian. More attention to .deb-based distributions is a good thing, certainly (I was astonished to see in a local bookshop that Ubuntu and SuSE were the only boxed Linux versions you can buy. No Fedora, nor Mandrake, nor Xandros or any of the others.) OTOH it would certainly be nice if more people would use (and then report bugs and start to help fixing them) Debian itself. But I can't see this happening anytime soon with our community as it is now. And then there's the 'it's good enough for us' and 'we don't want no steenking newbies' lines of thought. While I don't agree with the first one, I admit that finding a compromise between a newbie-friendly and gadget filled system for desktop use and a rock-stable professional tool is not easy. Two different sets of install CDs might be worth a try.

Universal are one of my least favourite companies because of their work on bad laws like TPM and the French DADVSI. Universal Music Group: iPod/MP3 device owners are thieves [drake.org.uk] describes the creation of a Microsoft-Universal axis of evil as far as free culture is concerned. These protectionists are stealing free culture with lobbying for term extensions and other cunning plans, yet they dare call the population thieves. Culture belongs to the people, not Universal. However, there is a falling out among the band of culture thieves, with Universal taking on Murdoch in MySpace sued by Universal Music [BBC NEWS]

One thing about being an m68k porter is that you get to play with hardware a lot. And I mean a lot. Ska, jazz, newwave, and barok had all died during the last few weeks to months; so I was back to two working m68k machines that I could somewhat work with (quickstep, a 25Mhz 040 that I own, and arrakis, a 50Mhz (or so) 060 owned by Ingo Juergensmann). Which was not enough. To make matters worse, arrakis had actually died last week, but that was fixed quickly enough (thanks, Ingo). Which had left me with non-working jazz, barok, ska, and newwave. It isn't the first time that newwave dies on me, and it isn't the first time that a simple power-on again fixes it, after a few weeks of downtime. I can only conclude that this isn't a box which likes being powered on all the time, and that I'll have to leave it powered off for a few weeks every now and then. That's not a big issue, since the machine isn't very high on RAM anyway, so not very useful (apart from testing EMILE on, and other similar things). Barok had died a few weeks ago with a kernel oops that it couldn't even print out entirely. If that sounds like hardware failure, that's because it is hardware failure. Luckily, it's nothing too bad; removing the expansion cards one by one and replacing them afterwards revealed that it's the cache RAM which is the culprit. That's good news and bad news at the same time; good, because a Macintosh IIci can work without this cache RAM (it was sold without those things after all; the cache expansion was an option); bad, because it already is the slowest machine I have, and losing the cache doesn't make it speed up. But at least that one works again—if any of you have some IIci cache lying around that you don't need anymore, feel free to send it my way. Jazz had only paniced, like it does every time. It's a Quadra 950, and those have never been very well supported by Debian. I just needed to reboot it, which I forgot about every time I got near it. It's working again now, compiling away at the next EMILE version, which will fix a few bugs and should make it into etch. Or, well, at least it would be, if not for the b0rken debian/rules file, which I will now have to fix, I guess. Not that this isn't anything I can't handle. Leaves Ska, which needs a new hard disk. That's not a big problem, I just need to get around to flinching me one out of the old unused RAID array at the office, low-levelling it, and placing it in ska. Which I have been planning to do for only, eh, three months or so. Whoops.

Yesterday, a friend say me it need help installing its Windows network. I couldn't help him so we stop talking.
This morning, he talked me again and said me he has solved the problem. He took a Debian I've gave him and it detect all and worked perfectly!.

Congratulations to d-i team for the good work!, It has achieved to do Debian installation easiest than Windows XP!!!

Since I just started my blog and added it to planet.d.o, I thought I should introduce myself a little. I’m in my mid 30s (ouch), working as a sys/net admin (Linux based, mostly Debian these days) in a nice little company. I first encountered Linux back in the 1990s, before the 1.0 kernel got released. Back then, I used Slackware (which, surprisingly, seems to still be around), later switching to Mandrake. About 5 years ago, I got introduced to Debian and immediately liked it for the ease and clearness of administrating it (apt+dpkg+dselect was so much better than rpm used to be at that time). For about two years now, I’m contributing to Debian, including some involvement in the earliest pre-implementation phases of the volatile repository (mainly advocating a few ideas that actually led to it’s implementation, BTW thanks to those who did the work in the end), some small packages I maintain and involvement in some small teams. Mainly the cyrus-imapd packaging team, but also (to a much smaller degree) in the cyrus-sasl, initscripts-ng and (extremely little, since noone bothered to add me to the alioth group for it yet) the php packaging teams.
Letting computers aside, my interests are quite diverse, they range from wheelchair-basketball to books (SciFi and Fantasy mainly) and RC helicopters, among others.
More interesting posts will probably follow later.

Orphaned packages, and maintainers resigning. The dunk tank, as a improved project has FAILED.

I intended to write this blog entry yesterday but then I was having too much fun with live-package, fai, vservers, munin and other more serious stuff...

Let's start with a disclaimer: While I still think that encoding encoded videos in flash is braindead, I sometimes now happily watch those videos, which I download through some webservice. I haven't yet bothered to play with this command-line tool, simply because I need it less than once a week... But at least I don't need flash in the browser, mplayer plays the following videos just fine, but xine based players have problems with the sound, vlc didn't work at all)...

Anyway, on saturday I was pointed to "white and nerdy" which is completly hillarious, for both the lyrics and the video. And you collect additional geek-bonuspoints by spotting the error in the formula without the help of the internet! :)

Also really awesome is "while my guitar gently weeps" performed with an ukulele. This song alone is worth dealing with the flash crap. Copy kills music?? Hahahaha. The music industry kills music. Culture improves through "copying" and stays alive through copying.

This is kinda a mix between my list of bookmarks and some things I've been thinking about and following lately. astronomy I've been reading a lot of astronomy stuff lately, a lot more than my usual low-level interest in it. I'm kind of feeling the need for a refresher course, so I can get a better handle on stuff that's happened since I studied this stuff in school. It's hard to get my head around things like dark matter and really grok the evidence. While black holes and relativity and such seem so obviously a natural part of this universe. Does this mean I'm getting old? The chance to bounce questions and ideas off someone would probably help in getting a real grip on this stuff. So would a lot more physics than I know.. (Hurrah for Eris BTW. The name almost makes all that sillyness over a mere definition worthwhile.) Favorite sites: Universe Today and Wikipedia.

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weather I've been following this hurricane season, to make up for having paid so little attention to last year's disastrous one. I knew about the "New Orleans bowl" scenario well before Katrina, and the night before it hit I actually spent several hours tuning in far-away AM stations from down there and listening to the city not react in time. But despite all that I feel that I missed out on really seeing it happen, so I've been learning about tropical waves, and wind shear and ULL's, and dropsondes, and the satelite data that can be used to follow hurricanes. The nice thing is that instead of the old stereotype of someone watching the weather channel 24/7 with a map and thumbtacks, these days there's a nice mix of pre-processed info and analysis and raw data, easily followed in small amounts of time on Wunderground's blogs.

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spaceflight Half love and half hate. The recent shuttle mission has been a riot for a shuttle-hater and SF lover. It has all the elements of one of those SF novels where they go down to the cape, dig up an Apollo stack, and use it to save the world / travel to Mars / fight the alien invaders. Except here they're pulling an unused orbitor out of mothbolls. And putting it up on the launchpad with a hurricane bearing down, getting it struck by lightning, pulling it off the pad, changing their mind with the giant crawler half-way through that milti-day maneuver when the hurricane fizzles, putting it back, filling and refilling the tank as sensors fail and they rewrite their safty regs on the fly, barely making the launch window, and proceeding to triumphantly lose nuts and break wrenches .. In Space! Space opera, indeed. Then there's the genuinely interesting stuff. Intentional crashing of a French probe into the moon, probes firing projectiles at asteroids and trying (with great difficulty and many glitches) to return a sample. A mission on its way to Pluto. The rovers still going strong on Mars after all this time. Bigelow launching an inflatable prototype of his planned space hotel. A whole load of microsats tragically blowing up on launch. All the private aereospace stuff, which seems to close to turning into something real. Happily followed at Spaceflight Now.

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TV Over the past while and a half I've been very happy to discover The Wire and Deadwood, have been working my way through the Sopranos and Lost, been creepily fascinated by Big Love, got a kick out of the Canadian antics of Corner Gas, vegged out to Greys Anatomy, and have been very sad to reach the end of Six Feet Under. BSG, Doctor Who, House, and some other shows haven't held up as well past the first seasons for me. Happily, there's NetFlix, which makes it plausable that I did this legally despite not having HBO or even owning a TV.

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literature I've been reading Charles Stross, David Drake, John Twelve Hawks, Kelly Armstrong, Naomi Novik, Robert Charles Wilson, VC Andrews, and, loath though I am to admit it, John Ringo. I'm in the middle of books by Steph Swainston, Geoff Ryman, and Dave Duncan. I finally found a defintion of Science Fiction I like, but I lost the link. (It's the subjective "her world exploded" one.) Anyway, I'm afraid that I may have reached the point where to get much more out of reading SF, I'd have to start going to cons. Which I don't want to do. But I seem to be at a low ebb for it being interesting to me, or just need to finally tackle some other branch of literature. Actually, the most engaging reading I've been doing lately is in the achives (all of them!) of the Idle Words blog. It makes obscure details about Poland and China, and even interpretation of Russian classics seem pretty darn interesting, and has much better rants about the space shuttle. And it proves that blog entries should properly be good and long.

Few weeks ago, I began working with Paul Wise (pabs) with Synfig Studio packages, an excellent software to make animations.
I have tested it just one and a half hour with no previous experience and reading the tutorial I ended this animation.

There is a complete gallery with a lot of examples.

At the moment we are only four developers working on it, and extra developers working on it should be welcome!

Or, BEID of the same version. Oh well. It took me a while, but I finally managed to jump through all the hoops[1] required by backports.org correctly and in the right order for the package of the above version to appear there. So if you're running sarge, have an electronic ID card and a smartcard reader, and want to see what the government knows about you, then go ahead and install them. More info on how that works can be found on the backports.org website. There are two known issues as of now: first, you may get wrong root certificate errors; second, you need to install all packages from the belpic source package, or some things may fail. I intend to properly fix these two bugs Real Soon Now(TM), but I'm having issues reproducing the first one and am trying to wrap my head around being policy-compliant and produce working packages at the same time, which is required to fix the second one. It's slightly ugly; believe me, you don't want to hear the details. Speaking of ugly, SCons is not ugly. It's downright hideous. I'll have autotools any day. If you're not running sarge but are using Ubuntu 6.06 'Dapper Drake', then you will need different backports. Luc Stroobant was kind enough to provide them; use deb http://www.stroobant.be/eid ./ in your sources.list to get them. [1] they are not many, but I managed to break my upload three times or so before it actually worked. And since I don't know about any status page or so, I needed to ask people every time—which I don't want to overdo, so I give them a while before investigating. Next time I probably won't...

Or, BEID of the same version. Oh well. It took me a while, but I finally managed to jump through all the hoops[1] required by backports.org correctly and in the right order for the package of the above version to appear there. So if you're running sarge, have an electronic ID card and a smartcard reader, and want to see what the government knows about you, then go ahead and install them. More info on how that works can be found on the backports.org website. There are two known issues as of now: first, you may get wrong root certificate errors; second, you need to install all packages from the belpic source package, or some things may fail. I intend to properly fix these two bugs Real Soon Now(TM), but I'm having issues reproducing the first one and am trying to wrap my head around being policy-compliant and produce working packages at the same time. It's slightly ugly; believe me, you don't want to hear the details. Speaking of ugly, SCons is not ugly. It's downright hideous. I'll have autotools any day. If you're not running sarge but are using Ubuntu 6.06 'Dapper Drake', then you will need different backports. Luc Stroobant was kind enough to provide them; use deb http://www.stroobant.be/eid ./ in your sources.list to get them.

I was in a multiple-car accident yesterday. I've been having to tell this story a fair amount in person and on IRC, so I thought I'd blog about it. Short version: it was a fender-bender. I'm doing fine, nobody was hurt, Michelle wasn't in the car, and 75% of the cars involved were driven away from the scene — including mine, by me. Want the long version? Well, I'm gonna tell it anyway. I had just pulled to a stop at a traffic light, heading northbound on Keystone Avenue where it intersects 106th Street, in Hamilton County. The line of cars at the light was pretty long, and people love to try hauling ass on the stretch between 96th Street and 106th. Apparently the person behind me was one of them. The line of cars stopped in the left lane (where I was) at the light was pretty long, and much shorter in the right — the cars over there were still moving at a good clip. I looked in my rearview mirror, thinking "if someone's trying to match pace with the cars in the right-hand lane, they're gonna need to brake pretty hard to stop." It was about 1815, so it was starting to get dark. A pair of headlights approach. Fast. Oh boy. I don't stop right up on people's tails, so if I'm hit, hopefully I won't go into the car ahead. I look forward again. Yeah, there's some room here. Screech. I didn't tense up; I felt a strange sense of calm and curiosity, as I'd never been in a car accident before. I bought my car, a Volkswagen Golf, in part because of its fairly good safety ratings. It has lots of air bags, and I always use a seat belt. Plus, in this instance I figured I wouldn't get hit a high speed. "Strange Deja Vu" by Dream Theater, from the Scenes from a Memory CD, was playing. Normally I listen to All Things Considered while commuting home, but I was annoyed because when I got in the car, I heard Nina Totenberg signing off a report, which means I'd just missed some Supreme Court coverage. Damn. Anyway. BONK. I got hit. Ouch. My teeth had chomped together too hard. Maybe they should install rubber mouthpieces in the doors of cars so you can grab them right before a crash. You know, car crashes never sound like the stock sound effects that have been around for about 50 years. I guess that's because they build cars to crumple these days instead of act like steel shrapnel bombs. Damn that Ralph Nader. My wreck doesn't sound cool and stuff. And I get to walk away, well, get back in the car and drive away, instead of my wife collecting on my life insurance policy. But I digress again. A middle-aged woman in a Honda Civic skidded into me, and knocked me into the Buick Park Avenue ahead of me, which in turn tapped the minivan ahead of him. I blinked a bit and tried to reorient myself, and then turned off the CD player. We all got out of our cars. The woman in back was very distressed, and immediately and repeatedly said the thing your insurance card tells you never to say after an accident. Oh well. Being a middle-aged woman, she'd probably have to wreck a school bus full of children — twice — before her premium would go up. Mine, on the other hand — we'll see. Called 911. Reported the incident. Tried to call my wife, but she decided not to answer. I later found out she was gabbing it up with my mom. Isn't it nice when your wife gets along with your mother? I COULD BE BLEEDING OUT ON THE COLD ASPHALT, BUT YOU TWO JUST KEEP ON TALKING. Michelle and I have the same model of cell phone, and we have call waiting with caller ID, so I know she knew it was me. Anyway, I try a couple of times, then give up and leave voice mail. Turns out the guy in front, in the minivan, was a Deputy Prosecutor for Hamilton County. He said something about being experienced in car wrecks, but I don't clearly remember it. Anyway, perhaps in part because he decided he was only "tapped" and didn't need to file an insurance claim, and perhaps in part out of professional courtesy, when the cops showed up, they let him go very quickly, so I didn't get any of his information. Everybody was fine, polite, and decent about the whole thing. The couple ahead of me, whom I got knocked into, didn't have their insurance info on them (or maybe this is a euphemism for "don't have insurance"). But, except for the deputy prosecutor guy, who was outta there, we all traded names, addresses, and phone numbers. I hope the Debian Project doesn't mind that I used my Debian Project Leader business cards for this purpose. These people (and the Carmel Police Department) now have my GPG key fingerprint. Uh oh. Anyway, that's about it. Appointment tomorrow with the insurance agent, to get help filling out INDIANA OPERATOR'S VEHICLE CRASH REPORT, State Form 38656 (R6/7-91) Stock 301 Effective 1-92, which has to be filed with the Indiana State Police within ten business days, or my driver's license will be suspended. Aww, yeah. Gotta move fast, because on Friday I leave for Mérida, Spain, to attend the 2nd Annual Open Source World Conference in Extremadura. Also have an appointment with the claims adjustor tomorrow. Then I'm hoping to just leave my car at the dealership so they can work on it over the week when I'm gone. My wife and my mom, those talkative two from a couple of paragraphs ago, will be coming along with me. My mom's got a jones to visit Spain, and I've had a jones to take my wife to Europe. We'll have a couple of extra days to see what Spain is like — I'll be there from 22 October to 28 October. I hope one day to visit Barcelona and hang out with some proper anarcho-syndicalists.