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31 May 2006

Christian Perrier: Fly Emirates

This trip to Bhutan is really an experience to have. First of all, that's my very first trip to Asia, so many things are actually new to me. I'm just like a 12-year old kid...:) I have been incredibly lucky to have flights booked on Emirates. This airline company is by far the best I have ever used. Aircrafts are all brand new (or I have been lucky enough to have theit only two brand new ones). Cute entertainment system which JoeyH would have loved hacking and Erinn would have loved putting games on it (maybe some were from your company, dear?). Large seats....and plane filled at about 30%, so 3 seats for myself in the Dubai-Bangkok flight and 2 in the Paris-Dubai. Geesh. My co-travellers from the trip to Mexico would appreciate the difference, I think. The aircraft crew is one of the friendliest I have ever seen (and cutest, should I say?). Iberia dragons are far away. Very international crew: on the plane from Dubai to Bangkok (which was continuing to Australia and NZ), the total number of languages spoken by the crew was 21. Not exactly as many as languages supported in D-I, but not that bad, indeed. I would have been tempted to continue to Sydney and Auckland. I bet I would have easily found hosts over there to stay for a while (hello to my friend Andrew "karora"). But I stopped in Bangkok. Huge noisy airport, with work IP-over-DNS on the WiFi...nice. As I had to spend nearly 12 hours there, that helps. I was tempted to go sleeping in a hotel, but the only easily accessible one is a luxury thing, for USD280 per night. Dude. So, let's spend the night on the hard seats in the waiting areas, trying to sleep with a bunch of other lost people. The stop in Dubai was an experience. The airport is simply...a big mall with luxury shops everywhere (and bloody expensive stuff: it seems that as long as you write "duty free" on shops, all jerks come and spend their money to buy stuff they could have bought for half the price in their country). However, seeing the city from the top is somehting one has to do once. Pictures to come on my gallery. I'll maybe blog again from Bhutan, if I manage to get time enough (I bet that I'll be very busy as there are a few people over there that I'm really impatient to meet and talk with). And, agin, nice pictures from the airplane to come, I hope (Himalaya, dude!) See you in Timphu!

25 May 2006

Martin F. Krafft: Post-Debconf

One thing that never really came to my mind during Debconf6 in Oaxtepec, Mexico, was blogging about what went on. In part, that's because I never had a minute to spare, plenty of other people were blogging about the event on the planet, and definitely also because I developed a dislike to play-by-play blogging, which I certainly do not like to read for my part. But now, sitting in Oaxaca in the Hostel Pochon (which has free wireless, imagine that), I feel like at least jotting down some of the highlights. My favourite non-Debian related happening must have been the descent to Mexico City airport. I am willing to bet that our pilots either had too much to drink or way too much fun, because we literally zig-zagged across this amazing city. It's about 2200 metres above sea level and our inflight information system noted our altitude at 3500m for at least 20 minutes, so glued to the window, I felt in a miniature world, hovering above a city that extends to all sides however far the eyes could see (I conclude that in all miniature worlds I've seen so far, such as the Eisenbahnmuseum Hamburg and Swiss Miniature, trains and cars are generally moving too fast). The population of "la Ciudad de Mexico" (which the locals just call "Mexico") is estimated to be somewhere between 20 and 24 million, which makes it the largest city in the world, and it was not hard to believe that during the descent (and afterwards). I arrived at Oaxtepec, a government-run vacational complex, some three or four hours after touchdown and didn't last very long until the jetlag took me to bed. That was Saturday night. With Sunday morning, the official Debconf conference had started and was to last for seven days. In general, that meant talks and BoF sessions throughout the day, loads of hacking and socialising in between, food, and drinks with more socialising in the evening (and throughout the night in some cases). I really enjoyed seeing many of the folks I had met at last year's conference in Helsinki, while some others' absence was equally prevalent. I spent most of the week hanging out with Biella Coleman, Micah Anderson, Sean Finney, Clint Adams, and a bunch of others, I also managed to make the real-life acquaintance of some people I had known online for a long time. In retrospect though, I should have spent less time with the regular clique (with whom I was to go to the post-Debconf trip anyway) and spent more time getting to know more of the attendants. The vacational complex was interesting, and unlike many others, I didn't get annoyed by the long distances between presentation room, my accomodation, the hacklab, and the place where we were served edible lunches and dinners. Rather, I enjoyed walking with others, engaged in discussions on some of the more prevalent topics filling my life with Debian (such as version control, low-level Debian tools, security issues, and social challenges). The only nuisance was the long walk to the nearby town and its market, from where I would get most of my food and drink throughout the week -- but even that walk I rarely had to manage alone. The massive pool (with a ten metre diving board) that lay in the middle of it all didn't really attract me that much, but then again I've never been much of a pool person. In the interest of various people worrying about my safety in Mexico, as well as some of my clients, I purchased a Mexican prepaid SIM card for my cellphone and linked up with the world (after two attempts and an accumulated 2.5 hour wait). The fun was only short though, when I found out that in Mexico, phone charges are ridiculously expensive, and receiving calls on a mobile phone costs exactly the same as making them. At USD 1/Minute to and from Europe, I ended up limiting my air time to a minimum. I spent most of the first couple days getting mdadm back into shape, bug triaging and uploading a new upstream to experimental, except for Monday, which I spent together with Joey Hess, Micah, and Biella trying to recover files from her wrecked filesystem, which we managed in the end using a simple fsck to at least recover her presentation. I'd be sitting on the terrace in front of the "hacklab" where people kept passing by, so my work certainly wasn't focused and without interruptions, but in the end I was still satisfied with the end result. And in the evenings, it was usually the same terrace, sampling the local beer, enjoying cheese from all over the world at the cheese party on Tuesday night, trying liquors from other parts of the globe, and talking and joking and meeting great people (I truly love the Debian crowd). Out of the large assortment of talks available, I attended several but found that front-up presentations aren't my thing and I would have to let the topic simmer a bit (along with some research) before delivering my questions to the speakers outside of the talk (where I finally got some interesting answers to long-standing questions). Thanks to the awesome work by our video team, which recorded every single presentation to tape, streaming it live and also intending to publish it on a post-conference DVD, I found myself often listening in on talks I wouldn't have gone to, while hacking away on said porch. Noticing, however, that many talk slots were left unfilled at the start of the conference (they did quickly fill with impromptu presentations and BoF sessions once the inertia of the event picked up), I was a little annoyed that my proposal was turned down in the first phase of selection. Wednesday was the day of the day trip. Against my recommendations of an early departure, we left the site at 11:30 with six busses (remarkably on time), heading for Xochicalco for a rather boring tour of the museum, and a vastly more interesting, two hour stroll (in the midday sun) around the actual archeological site, which was quite impressive despite mostly being artificially built or rebuilt by the government. We went on for an excellent buffet-style lunch (which was amazingly well organised), and then headed on for Cuernevaca, a small, romantic town where we had only an hour to spend before heading back home (who recommended starting the day earlier?). When we finally made it back to the conference, most of us were just tired and the evening wasn't as wild as some of the other ones during the week. Come Thursday, my mission was to attack the thinkpad packages, which make Debian on IBM laptops a lot more of a pleasure to use. Unfortunately, I didn't get anywhere (yet) with that work, simply because most of my time was spent battling the weird hacks that make up module-assistant, which actually makes it a lot harder for developers to provide kernel module packages (while really improving the end-user's experience). But of course, there was a positive twist to this issue, as I would now leave my screen in frustration much more frequently and socialise with the others. For the evening, the organisers had prepared the "formal dinner" (which isn't so formal at all). A bunch of busses took us to a nearby shed, where we found all tables arranged in a massive swirl, and when we were all seated, a Mariachi band entered, at the same time as the rain outside picked up -- I thought one of the Mariachis was playing the snare drum but as the rain grew stronger, I concluded it must instead be the drops on the metal roof causing the noise. Generally in love with rain, I made my way to the door while others lined up to fetch dinner and stood in awe for a bunch of minutes at the sight of the marble-sized drops descending from the sky. ... when suddenly I saw one of Debian's troublemakers, Jonathan/Ted Walther, running at me, chased by three developers and found myself amidst their altercation before I could do anything. People screaming, one reaching over my shoulder to push Ted, it was all too much. I told everyone to calm down, to which Jonathan/Ted reacted, vigorously shaking and foaming, with a "get out of my fucking way, you fucking Nazi" and I knew that stuff had gone wrong. I withdrew, and in an attempt to find out what had happened managed to piss off one of the three involved developers, who'd then later refuse to hear me out for an explanation. All that really left me in a depressed state mainly because I simply hadn't expected Debian developers getting physical at each other, and this time it was Erinn Clark who consoled me and turned the night around for the better. I still had no appetite and took the first bus home, sent an apologetic email to the offended developer (who never acknowledged receipt but seemed to have forgotten the incident the next day), and enjoyed beers while the others kept returning to the hacklab. Apparently, people were quite aware of my (passive) involvement during the incident, so I was bombarded with plenty questions, most of which I refused to answer for lack of knowledge of the actual facts. Still, when I saw one girl in another altercation with Jonathan/Ted later that night in response to severe offences he published on his blog, which led her to come close to tears, I decided it was time to pull him off the planet. He re-added himself shortly afterwards by "fixing a typo" (according to the CVS changelog), but by that time, I couldn't care less no more and simply resumed the discussions, which eventually turned into topics of life, intelligence, and the bottom-up vs. top-down debate. I am a strong supporter of bottom-up (as many of you know), and I somehow regret the way I approached the discussion, because in retrospect I see myself as somewhat arrogant during it; fortunately, noone seemed to hold it against me the next day. Throughout the entire week, I built up a reputation of the guy that needs no sleep: staying up until the early morning hours, yet rarely missing any of the first talks at 10 in the morning, and even joining with people for breakfast at the market before. Friday morning, however, I just couldn't get up. We talked until six in the morning, and when my eyelids finally moved after I dropped into bed, it was already noon and I dragged myself to the next talk. after which I simply returned to the hacklab and developed more of my dislike towards module-assistant, before the call for the official Debconf6 group picture rescued me (and those around me). The keysigning party followed and I made the mistake to offer to coordinate it (picking up where Anibal's great preparation left off), without really running the process through my head before. Standing up on the diving tower and screaming to the crowd of 140 participants, it was in part due to Moray Allen's comments that the party went more or less without any complications; I did get to conduct another experiment though. During the keysigning, Mark Shuttleworth invited a bunch of us to join him for dinner to discuss the Debian-Ubuntu situation (no bribes involved; we paid for ourselves). I'll have more on this in a separate post when it's ready. The discussion continued after we arrived back at the hacklab, and once again, I didn't go to bed at a civilised hour... ... but I did get up in time for Biella's talk, during which she employed very effective techniques to get me to actually pay attention (which I would have done anyway): she required my laptop for the presentation. Again, the talk didn't do much to me (which is not Biella's fault), but I am certainly interested in reading the relevant parts of her dissertation. At the same time, however, it made me realise how far from reality the academic world is: big words and complicated concepts just don't count when it comes to getting your hands dirty, and I will try my best not to go down that route when my own dissertation gets more serious. Two other memorable events happened on Saturday: the fun group photos (I was determined to get the participants to line up in a swirl in the pool, and partly succeeded), and the last-night-party on the porch of the hacklab, which was mighty fun, in part because we had speakers blasting tunes for the first time that week (thanks to the dance BoF the night before), and Ryan Murray was playing some of the truly excellent mixes of a close friend of his, which are available from I didn't sleep that night. And then Sunday had arrived, the sad last day of a great conference. I would like to thank all the organisers and helpers for making this event possible! I know some of you had some reservations before and during the event, but in the end it's the result that counts, and I was only one of many who were absolutely satisfied by the week. A great big THANK YOU to you! Following the last bits of socialising and copying Biella's harddrive image to Micah's drive for later rescue of some of her precious videos, we were off to Mexico city for the vacational part of the trip. Some of us went by bus, Vagrant and myself hopped onto the bus to assist one of our developers with his wheelchair at the airport. When the group reconvened in front of our hotel for the night in the centre of Mexico city, the vacation had started (blog post forthcoming sometime...)

23 May 2006

Erinn Clark: Practical, you say?

Martin, I think this would have been a much more practical outfit. It's what I used to pond streams and trickles with. Whatever that means.

Martin F. Krafft: Lederhosen

Martin in Lederhosen When I was a child, I used to run around in the mountains a lot, mainly ponding the many streams and trickles I could find there, or playing hide and seek or other "adventure games". I was also wearing the most flexible and practical piece of garment. I guess that's what lead Biella to sum up the picture as a "charicature of the typical European boy." Only Bavarians and Austrians wear Lederhosen though, mind you. I miss those days. PS: Erinn, that dress must be perfect to dam rivers, it won't get soggy as you wade. Sucks a little about the tights though.

21 May 2006

Christian Perrier: Debconf - day 7

This Saturday was my talk's (shared with Javier Fernandez) day so, obviously, everything was mostly centered on it for me of course. The point is for sure arriving in condition at the talk's moment (16:00, ie the very last formal talk of the Debconf). I first went to Mark's Ubuntu Q&A; session. Pretty live session and interesting confirmaiton by Mark that, even though Rosetta/Launchpad still remains non free software, we could in the future collaborate with WordForge to allow building networks of i18n resources. I quickly ran to the Google Summer of Code BOF to be able to give news about our i18n infrastructure project. I have been delighted to see that the project got ranked very high and we're really likely to have it accepted (I hope this can be leaked this way...:-))). Running again to the Lightning Talks BOF by Joey, I just arrived to be able to show that I can indeed pronounce Jeroune vanne ouolfelaaaaaar very well. Then I attended Erinn and Anthony talk about debugging, which was pretty informative for me, one of the very few who raised their hand when Erinn asked for people who have never used "strace". Thanks, Erinn and Anthony. The fun photo was a good occasion to relax down and forget about my worrying of "where the hell is my cotalker".... We then jumped in the pool and formed this nice swirl (yes, it was nice, Aigars!). The french dudes later began a very entertaining ballet at the diving platforms, all jumping together, lalala. Ido have nice pictures (by the way, everything is uplaoded now). The next hours were spent doing what's usually recommended when giving a talk: last minutes changes with Javier, up to the VERY last minute, where I of course added my beloved SpongeBob Square Pants picture in the slides. About the talk, well, from my point of view it went well. I would have preferred seeing more package maintainers in the audience but, hey, this was the last Debconf formal talk so many were probably tired..:-). Anyway, the world map are still a good fun and, yes, Frans, next time I'll try to be a little less slow (but, hey, everybody has seen me blogging abou tpeople who speak way to fast....). This time, my slowlyness and habit to speak as clearly as possible were in high contrast with Javier's high speed debit..:-) Good positive feedback anyway and good vibrations for me. Thanks to the audience. Coming back at the hacklab we used Javier Sola's last minutes in Mexico up to the end. A very constructive meeting along with Otavio Salvador, Nicolas Fran ois, Aigars Mahinovs, Javier himself and Rapha l Hertzog (who's involved in the GSoC stuff). We finally concluded about the task we can assign to the GSoC student if the project is accepted. This was a good meeting and a good way to reach an agreement between people who do not always agree. The remaining of the evening and night has been spent coping up with my mail backlog and doing a few hacking, l10n commits and various small stuff which accumulated during the previous days. As it happened since 3 days, I was happy enough to have Elizabeth online before going to bed and then we shared some love over the ocean. I even had the plan to send my "je t'aime" during the talk (she was listening, or trying to)....but it would have sounded silly. But anyway, I love her, fellows. The next day will be the last day....yet another "hug" day, I think...not the happiest but....see you at Debconf7!

19 May 2006

Christian Perrier: Debconf - Day 5

Strange day today. It began pretty badly for me, being quite sick after a bad night. Even some swimming in the pool didn't really help and I was feeling pretty bad to begin the day. I first went to Jim Getty's BOF about the One Laptop Per Child project. Interesting talk, but maybe a bit quick and a bit too fast talking for me (Jim should attend Meike sessions about talks even with his great background in doing talks, I'm afraid). Then I moved at about 11:00 to the Tower where I actually stayed up to 19:00. There I attended a few deep and dense talks and BOFs. Keith Packard about was good, though here again I would advise native speakers of English to pace a little bit down and think about their non native audience, especially when using few slides. Interesting questions and discussion in this BOF, really. Steve and Andi about release management were perfect. They made their points very clear and we now exactly know what we have to do to releas on time. I woul dlike to deserve a special mention to Andi who made huge efforts to improve his talk skills, slow down when talking and all that kind of stuff he probably did benefit (again) from our wonderful alphascorpii speaker training sessions. While everybody was going to lunch, I quietly stayed in the tower, visiting the local bathroom at regular intervals. I used this occasion to try my laptop setup for the video beamers. Actually, in short, it sucks. It appears that I'm only able to do 1024x768 at 60Hz if I want to have both my laptop display and the beamer. In that case, the beamer display sucks. Otherwise, with only the beamer, it's perfetc, but of course not really convenient. I think I'll use Javier's laptop for our talk. The afternoon was filled with two workshops. The first by Frans Pop about D-I internals did obviously not teach me many things but I was of course proud, just like he was, to see the graphical installer receive a big applause from the audience. His demo went well (I know that Frans likes really well done work) and He kept his audience fairly well awaken ! We ended with Javier's workshop about security bugs. Here, a perfect knowledge of the topic and a very well prepared demo (having tried that once, I'm really admirative). Javier was sometimes a bit fast on some topics and I will certainly have to slow him down for out Saturday's talk but indeed he made it well. Kudos ! After many hesitations, I finally decided to come at the "formal dinner", a Debconf tradition (and I can't miss stuff like that). Even though I'm not a party man, I enjoy these moments where all Debconfers share fun. Of course, as many have already written in their blogs, this was a really special dinner with many events, most of them being good stuff...and one of them being a real shame (the person responsible for starting that one does not even deserve to be mentioned and, no, I'm not talking about Holger or Ana in case someone would have worry). We came back quite early (Feeling better, I didn't want to play with my luck and try all the dishes) and I even had an opportunity to exchange a few words with Erinn, which I most often have no occasion to do. Back to the hacklab and a very intense hacking session, mostly talking with Otavio, Grisu and Nicolas to prepare this morning's BOF about i18n infrastructure....which will happen in 1h now, so I should stop blogging..:-) Strange...but great day. This is Debconf, dudes...

14 April 2006

Amaya Rodrigo: English Muffins

During the weekend, while I was in Mallorca, Joey Hess wrote an email to me in quite a hurry, he was coming to one of the Extremadura Sessions and needed a place to sleep at in Madrid. So, of course, due to my legendary hospitality, I happily accepted having him over. Franzi, Simon Richter s GF joined us, and so did tbm, who we had not welcomed to Spain yet. We set up a nice little dinner in order to properly celebrate Joey s 30th Birthday. OMG, I am also older than Joey Hess! Bummer.

I just asked him to bring some English Muffins, I got the standard answer:
> Please bring English muffins with you :)
You like (American) English muffins? :-)

Same as Erinn told me on IRC when I asked her to bring some to Mexico in exchange for vegan Allioli.
<Amaya> helix: english muffins!
<helix> Amaya: I don t think US english muffins are any good, but I could be wrong

WTF is wrong with English Muffins? They are my favourite breakfast, but I must acknowledge that not having an oven to slightly roast them into sucks :(

Anyway, I will take a bus really early in the morning tomorrow to join the Extremadura crowd. And I will start a little Staying at Amaya s HOWTO . It has been Holger, Miriam, Mooch, Hanna, Tuukka, Lars, Joey Hess, Franzi and Simon so far since I rented this small, run down attic that I call $HOME. That s less than a year :)

24 February 2006

Erinn Clark: Insect erotica

Ovigonopods of Love may be too much for David, but I'm sure there are many internet denizens who would surely greatly enjoy fine writing with bits like:
"Perhaps. We shall see." Her antennae sweep forward to stroke mine, sending prickles down my underside. She tastes of mitefish, lower-depth mollusks, and the spicy breath of krill-rich currents.

20 February 2006

Erinn Clark: Maybe not classics, but...

Steinar and Martin, you've both listed most of the classics. My personal additions would be:

18 February 2006

Martin F. Krafft: Back to Fluxbox

I am following Wouter's example and returning to Fluxbox. I certainly thought ion3 was an interesting approach and it seemed like it would be exactly what I needed when I saw Erinn show it off to me in Helsinki. However, over time I developed too many gripes:
  • I am a great fan of Enrico's software, buffy in particular. I would like to have buffy stick to ever workspace, ideally along the right edge. This seemed not trivially possible in ion3, where I would have had to create a single static workspace with two panes, then put all my other workspaces into the pane next to the one reserved for buffy. Certainly possible, but a major pain to configure and protect against resizing and accidental closing.
  • Applications like Firefox, dia, and especially The Gimp (to name but a few) were just a major pain to use, especially since I never got the hang of the floating workspace model. My favourite example (which is in line with Wouter's experience): try to crop an image in The Gimp; by the time you set the first click, you'll have the crop dialog in your face, which you have to first move out of the way before you can restart. * Certain transients would be locked to a size that made it impossible to fill in all fields, first requiring you to attach the window to a proper frame.
  • The inability to display dock and status bar on the same head.
There were probably a couple of other minor issues that don't pop to mind right now. All that said, there are certain things I now miss in Fluxbox, which had been my window manager of choice before Helsinki, that I know what ion3 can do:
  • The ability to use your keyboard to switch to a bordering window; I had it set up so that Mod5-<arrow key> (Mod5 I tied to Caps_Lock) would transfer focus to the window on the left/right/top/bottom. My xinerama-switcher module (part of ion3-scripts now) would allow that to work across multiple heads and workspaces.
  • Tagging and attaching a window to another pane, or using the attach command directly to summon a window from somewhere else to the current pane.
  • While grun is a worthy replacement for ion3's F3, I have not found something to replace F4, a prompt with autocompletion for SSH targets; I've really grown used to that.
  • The concise and extensible status reporting done by the various modules in the statusbar, like ACPI status (incl. temperature and CPU frequency), current IP address, WLAN status, and the three CPU load values. Dockapps just take way too much screen estate, and I don't need no graphic frills when I want information.
... and possibly more. Maybe it's time to look around again for a lightweight, keyboard-friendly window manager (and only that) that's not WindowMaker?

Erich Schubert: Always critisizing?

* helix wonders if erich ever gets tired of complaining Customer: I wish to complain about this developer what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very channel.
Vendor: Oh yes, the, uh, the German Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
Customer: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's complaining, that's what's wrong with it!
Vendor: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's discussing
Customer: Look, matey, I know a slasher when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Vendor: No no he's not complaining, he's, he's discussing'! Remarkable dev, the German Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful coat!
Customer: The coat don't enter into it. It's bitching.
Vendor: Nononono, no, no! 'E's discussing
Customer: All right then, if he's discussin', I'll debate with him! (shouting at the computer) 'Ello, Mister Perly Python! I've got a lovely fresh babel fish for you if you show...
(owner hits enter) Vendor: There, he replied!
Customer: No, he didn't, that was you spoofing an email!
Vendor: I never!!
Customer: Yes, you did!
Vendor: I never, never did anything...
Customer: 'E's not chattin'! 'E's vitriolic! This dev is no conversation! He has ceased to design! 'E's obsolete and gone to meet 'is makefile! 'E's a nagger! Bereft of constructivity, 'e breaks in pieces! If you hadn't set an autoresponder 'e'd not be replying to mails! 'Is patches are now 'istory! 'E's off the keyring! 'E's monologing. 'E's bitching, THIS IS AN EX-FLOSSDEV!! You get the idea. ;-) Apologies to one of the greatest comedians. No, Erinn, I'm not just complaining all the time. I actually worked quite a lot on OSS these days. But in some projects it feels much like you are the only one working there, probably a bit too much... just don't take my harsh critique too seriously, I'm actually a nice guy, just sometimes too involved with things. (But no, I'm not retiring or so. But facing exams soon.) On an unrelated note, I today uploaded the selinux-basics package to unstable, it contains some small niceties in setting up a SELinux system on Debian. But it's still far from completed, easy or documented.

15 February 2006

Martin F. Krafft: The point of repeating passwords

If I set a password for a resource, it's good to be able to enter it twice and have the system verify that the two passwords equal each other, or else a typo may bring some unpleasant surprises. If, on the other hand, I let a system know the password for an existing resource (such as a WPA-PSK for a WLAN), there is no need in entering it twice! If it doesn't work, you probably entered the password wrongly. It's amazing how little many software vendors think when coding. "Password?" -- "Ah yes, two input fields, it's safer that way." The problem is especially annoying when the software needing the password is buggy, such as the Windows XP SP2 WLAN configuration: it cannot properly process WEP passphrases with special characters, so you have to enter the 13 bytes in hex. That's 26 keystrokes, and just to be sure you don't enter the password wrongly, make that 52. Some will say that Windows users are so stupid that requiring them to enter the password twice to guard against typos and subsequent hotline calls because it doesn't work. Let them say that. PS: Erinn, this Windows-related post I dedicate specifically to you.

3 February 2006

Decklin Foster: New blog

Okay, I m putting this blog on Planet Debian... now. The old one is not gone yet, because I m tired and I don t think I ll do it until tomorrow. In a fit of hubris, I wrote some software to run this blog (which is just a bunch of generated static files), called Mnemosyne. I was bored of PyBlosxom and it was slow. I believe Erinn said something like, now it s only a matter of time until I write my own RCS... If I get to that point I will really start worrying. If anyone is looking for something along these lines, please tell me what sucks and/or what is broken. Anyway, rather than categorizing things (ugh), I m just putting anything tagged planet in the feed that goes here. I think this will work better. Oh, and I almost forgot: my blog now has automatic flooding-prevention. Nothing older than a day gets in this feed. I don t know why feeds in general don t have some sort of time limit.

2 February 2006

Uwe Hermann: The new German digital identity card, and what the government plans to do with your data...

What kind of sick joke is this? The German government seems to want to sell the personal information of 80 million German citizens to interested companies. They wanted to introduce a new digital identity card with biometric data and possibly also an RFID chip on it for quite a while now (you know, all those evil terrorists out there, blah blah blah). And now they dream about selling the data records stored on that card for 40-50 cents per record to interested companies? WTF? I don't think I have to elaborate on the abuse-potential this can have, and on what this means for the privacy of all 80 million citizens affected... The above article and also another article are a bit fuzzy on the exact details so we'll have to wait until more info is published/leaked, but this is definately an alarming trend/discussion... (via Anarchaia, Fefe,

1 February 2006

Erinn Clark: Standby passengers love me

Usually waking up an hour after your flight has left is a bad sign -- like, a sign of imminent doom, that things are about to get horribly worse. At least, that's how it usually feels and this being the third 6:25am flight I missed in 2005, I was well-accustomed to that feeling. Luckily I got re-routed through Tampa, then Los Angeles, and I finally ended up in my San Jose, CA destination with a lovely Val awaiting me. She seemed shocked; said I was far shorter than she expected, then she realized I was walking with a group of Stanford basketball players and that, though they dwarfed me, I still managed to have at least an inch on her. (Val is "5'9 and three quarters!", according to her.) A lot of the visit was a bit of a blur. After arriving, I quickly showered, and was promptly told by Val that my skater rat apparel just wouldn't do and that our New Year's Eve party was meant to be dressy. A black shirt and some funky necklace managed to placate her, luckily, as well as my excuse of having just flown in from out of town with no instructions to dress pretty. Off to the party, where I met a load of brilliant and entertaining people, including Lina who was positively heartbroken by the lack of fireworks.
Lina and me in the ballpit The next day included eating vegan duck for breakfast, visiting Google offices for fun (not profit), getting lost with Val in some frightening redwood forest, Indian food in SF with Janet, Jen, and Val. Actually, the Indian food might deserve an entry of its own -- the owner of the restaurant actually spoonfed me, which was bizarre and funny. Afterwards, we went to visit Kristal and laughed at various things, including the most hilarious website ever. "Oh yeah baby, check out my throughput." Of course, that feeling of imminent doom was not entirely wrong. I contracted some kind of California Plague while there and spent my flight back doubled over with body aches, fever, and chills. Overall, well worth it. Happy New Year, everyone!

13 January 2006

Christian Perrier: Of course..

...Guido is Italian from head to toe (thanks Erinn). And, of course, I'm definitely French. Those who I've met with already know this. B r t and baguette, wine and cheese, and of course translate well as giving lessons to everybody. Another interesting way to use the meme is choosing the answers that one definitely would never choose, to discover which European you are definitely *not*. It then appear that I'm definitely not Spanish. Too bad for my many Spanish friends in this project..:-)

12 January 2006

Joachim Breitner: Schmiz' Katze im Jubez

Heute war die Impro-Theater-Gruppe der Uni, Schmitz’ Katze, im Jubez zu sehen. Diese leider nicht sehr h ufigen Auftritte lasse ich mir - soweit m glich - nicht entgehen. Trozdem wird es einem dank der Improvisation nicht langweilig. So wurde man heute mit Reagenzglaskindern, Lagefeuergeschichten und Horror-B gelbrettern begl ckt.Nach einer kurzen Aufw rmzeit anfangs zeigte die Truppe vor der Pause Bestleistung. Bew hrt haben sich dabei die traditionellen Spiele. Nach der Pause wurde lange und am St ck “Fishing in the Stream of Conciousness” gespielt, und sollte wohl einen k sterlischen Touch bekommen. Das war schade, denn es zog sich bisweilen ein wenig und wirkliche Lacher waren etwas d nner geseht. Um so beeindruckender war Jens’ Auftritt als posenreicher Jesus beim Abendmal. Auch sonst - als komplettes Italienisches Landhaus mit K hlschrank und BH - war er heute in bester Verfassung. Daher geht mein “Bester Improvisat r des Abends” an Jens.F r die Freunde des Theatersports, der kompetitiven Variante des Improtheaters: Am 10. Dezember kommt die T binger Theatersportgruppe Harlekin ins Jubez: Diese professionelle(?) Truppe spielt in einer andren Liga, hier sind die Sponanlieder chartreif und jede Szene erneut orginell (zumindest habe ich sie so in Erinnerung).

6 January 2006

Erinn Clark: Standby passengers love me

Usually waking up an hour after your flight has left is a bad sign -- like, a sign of imminent doom, that things are about to get horribly worse. At least, that's how it usually feels and this being the third 6:25am flight I missed in 2005, I was well-accustomed to that feeling. Luckily I got re-routed through Tampa, then Los Angeles, and I finally ended up in my San Jose, CA destination with a lovely Val awaiting me. She seemed shocked; said I was far shorter than she expected, then she realized I was walking with a group of Stanford basketball players and that, though they dwarfed me, I still managed to have at least an inch on her. (Val is "5'9 and three quarters!", according to her.) A lot of the visit was a bit of a blur. After arriving, I quickly showered, and was promptly told by Val that my skater rat apparel just wouldn't do and that our New Year's Eve party was meant to be dressy. A black shirt and some funky necklace managed to placate her, luckily, as well as my excuse of having just flown in from out of town with no instructions to dress pretty. Off to the party, where I met a load of brilliant and entertaining people, including Lina who was positively heartbroken by the lack of fireworks.
Lina and me in the ballpit The next day included eating vegan duck for breakfast, visiting Google offices for fun (not profit), getting lost with Val in some frightening redwood forest, Indian food in SF with Janet, Jen, and Val. Actually, the Indian food might deserve an entry of its own -- the owner of the restaurant actually spoonfed me, which was bizarre and funny. Afterwards, we went to visit Kristal and laughed at various things, including the most hilarious website ever. "Oh yeah baby, check out my throughput." Of course, that feeling of imminent doom was not entirely wrong. I contracted some kind of California Plague while there and spent my flight back doubled over with body aches, fever, and chills. Overall, well worth it. Happy New Year, everyone!

5 January 2006

Clint Adams: At no point during this story did any jackass try to show me beads

Erinn writes of her trip to San Francisco, which gave me flashbacks of something that happened to me in San Francisco. I was in a car, allegedly on my way to dinner. The driver abruptly put the car into park, leaped out of the vehicle, shouted that we should park the car, and sprinted into Herbivore. One of the passengers calmly got out, got into the driver's seat, drove car around the corner, and parked it. We all reconvened inside Herbivore, then left to go get dinner somewhere else. I have left a few important details out of this story in order to foil poetry attempts.

4 January 2006

Erinn Clark: The epic tale

My previous post rewritten by the inimitable Anthony Towns:
An enigmatic lady named Erinn Clark,
Was scheduled to switch coasts in the dark.
But missing her plane,
She will happily explain,
Had little effect on her lark.
A bold southern dame, she insisted;
To be on the next flight or waitlisted
(She was, as you'll see,
A New Years escapee)
And her charms just could not be resisted.
Her flight went to Tampa and then to LA,
Finally dropping her off in sweet San Jose,
Florida thus departed,
And the airline outsmarted,
Finally, now it's time for horseplay!
Let's introduce her partner in crime,
Though "Val Henson" is too hard to rhyme.
Throw 'em in a ball pit,
To their necks if they fit,
And they'll have a glorious time.
But first to a black tie affair,
To greet the New Year in a style debonair,
She was ready to skate,
But was forced to placate,
With jewelry, a shirt and a glare.
The guests were exciting and fun,
All happy and gleeful but one,
She was Lina by name,
Thought the Eve's not the same,
Without fireworks, like a day without sun.
In spite of it all, it failed to suck,
A climax as midnight eventually struck,
The year's dawn arrived,
And our heroines revived
With vegan duck which you don't have to pluck.
To summarise the rest of the story in brief:
There's being spoonfed Indian bits by the chief,
In ballpits they're tossed,
In forests they're lost,
And meanwhile namesys provides light relief.
Finally it comes time to return,
To the coast where the sunrise will burn.
But a feeling of doom,
And a small viral bloom,
Can be quite a cause for concern.
But a satisfactory note that is not,
On which to end this poetical jot,
Instead wishing this:
A year full of bliss,
May all that is good be your lot!
And people wonder why I fangirl him?