New Year’s Resolutions in a nutshell.
New Year’s Resolutions in a nutshell.
It’s a great place to be! I’ve been here some time now, and I, for one, have sure have enjoyed it so far! All the stuff I saw, all the places I’ve been, and all of the people I’ve met… I cherish all of the memories shared with them. But it has to stop now. At least the way I’ve been enjoying it lately. It’s not the same anymore. This place is getting darker by the minute. And I no longer want to be part of all these things that are ruining it. Continue reading
After three years having to listen to other people’s stories at the whitespace about how awesome their trip to the CCC event was, it’s finally time!
As opposed to other years, I have no other obligations, and bought a ticket! Booya!
I’ll be in Hamburg from the 26th, so if someone feels like going for a beer together, ping me
The ‘Fahrplan’ has yet to be completed as I type this. But I couldn’t resist taking a peak and trying to put a personal schedule together.
As it seems, you’ll most likely find me somewhere at the “Security & Safety” or “Hardware & making” tracks…
When I was in secondary school, French was not my favorite course.
I failed almost every single french test.
Not due to french being hard, because it really is not, but because I refused to study.
As I was quite a stubborn little brad, all methods to force me to study failed (big time).
As a last resort, my (awesome) mom threw in a deal:
If I was to pass my french exam, I could go on some cool trips during the vacation following that exam-period.
If I was to fail my french exam, I would have to participate in french language courses instead.
Long story short, it turned out: Me going to a lot of french language courses over these years.
During one of these courses, we had to write a poem… in french.
At that time, this young (±14y-old) stubborn little fellow, still not willing to put a lot of effort into whatever cruel french-teaching tactics they would force on him.
We had to write a poem about love, in one hour, and I didn’t want to do it.
I just wrote down what came up in my head at that time.
Reading this poem again after all these years, I think it is marvelous.
Je n’ai pas envie d’ecrire un poème
Ce n’est pas la mème
On doit écrire sur l’amour
Pendant un seul cours
Ce n’est pas pratique
Parce que je sais rien
De la romantique!
I’m living without a TV these days and thus removed the set-top box, resulting in a clock-less living room.
Therefore, I’ve connected an old display to my ‘server’ (on the left of the screen) and created a new clock:
I’ve treated my eyes on quite some time behind topquality wide colorful computer screens.
Over time, as a return present, they’ve developed some kind of superpower:
Whenever my eyes are in contact with summer-sunlight, I get Ray Charles vision…
As I’m waiting for the piano-playing powers, I decided to be prepared for when that talent kicks in and go buy sunglasses.
Too bad Billy Stickles’ designs are’t for (affordable) sale no more.
So I went for Ray Ban, as it also has some Ray in it.
Don’t be confused here… Ray Ban has absolutely nothing to do with Ray Charles.
Ray Ban makes products that ban sun-rays from your eyes…
I used to know only one kind of sunglasses: That pair of glasses that are darkened to deflect sun.
Turns out they have quite some types.
These are the groups I manage to distinguish now:
I ended up with the third kind.
Yes, this is the bragging part.
I went for the Ray Ban RB8307 aka Ray-Ban® “Aviator™” TECH” and a bunch of letters and numbers…
I did actually buy them because, they were the only sunglasses that fitted my face… (It’s became too fat).
Only by googling it, I found out that a part of it is made of Carbon Fiber…
Why would someone care about Carbon Fiber in his sunglasses? Because regular plastic or rubber is too heavy? What’s next? Silk? Or is that not expensive enough?
One of the options is a polarized lens with anti-reflective technology and a hydro-oleophobic coating…
I have to say, this is the first time I have bought polarized sunglasses… and it’s awesome.
All LCD displays you look at, look like an LSD party on their own.
All the other things look just beautiful, not just darkened.
I learned that the Hydro-oleophobic coat is actually something that my Samsung Galaxy SII and iPhone have as well… they are scared of fat.
To be honest… Never noticed it on any of these products. They all have greasy fingerprints all over them.
Conclusion: They are over-expensive for just a set of sunglasses. But they do whatever I expected them to do… Give my eyes a break whenever the sun gets out.
I think the cheaper polarized models will do the job just as fine. But they didn’t fit me as well as this one.
So, I grew tired of going trough all of my external harddisks to find whatever I’m looking for. Prébuild solutions are expensive, use obsolete technology and are limited in capabilities. That’s why I came up with my own build.
It’s not my goal to get the cheapest, but the most expandable solution, both in storage as in ways of functions.
This is what I came up with:
At first, I was thinking of setting up a softraid 5 configuration.
But then I found out about ZFS for linux. So I might try this first.
I’m going to think this over a few times. Will check out other disks, other raid-solutions, an SSD as ZFS Cache etc…
The cool thing is, later, whenever I have a good TV, I can just cram some tv card in there, so I won’t even need to stream all content over the network
Sounds good? Leave your comments below
Ok the internet is a copy machine. And I’m here to expand it…
First, the dutch version followed by the english translation.
De weg kwijt…Een man vliegt in een heteluchtballon boven het land en beseft dat hij verdwaald is.
Hij ziet beneden een man lopen en daalt tot hij binnen gehoorafstand is…
“Neem me niet kwalijk,” roept hij, “Kunt u mij misschien helpen? Ik heb mijn vriend beloofd hem een half uur geleden ergens te ontmoeten, maar ik weet niet waar ik ben!”
De man beneden antwoordt: “Ja. U bent in een heteluchtballon en zweeft ongeveer 10 meter boven de grond. U bevindt zich tussen de 40 en 42 graden noorderbreedte en tussen de 58 en 60 graden westerlengte.”
“U bent zeker een Systeem Beheerder” zegt de man in de heteluchtballon. “Inderdaad” zegt de ander, “maar hoe weet u dat?”
“Nou”, zegt de man in de ballon: “alles wat u zegt is technisch gesproken juist, maar ik heb helemaal niets aan die informatie. En al met al ben ik nog steeds verdwaald.”
De man op de grond kijkt peinzend omhoog en zegt: “U bent zeker manager?” “Dat klopt”, zegt de man in de ballon: “maar hoe weet u dat?” “Eenvoudig. U heeft geen idee waar u bent. U weet al helemaal niet waar u naartoe gaat. U heeft iets beloofd terwijl u geen idee heeft hoe u die belofte moet waarmaken en u verwacht van mij dat ik uw probleem oplos. U verkeert nog steeds in dezelfde positie als voor wij elkaar ontmoetten, maar op een of andere manier is het nu ineens mijn schuld.”
A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: “Excuse me, can you help me?” I promised my friend I would meet him somewhere, half an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”The man below says: “Yes, you’re in a hot air balloon, hovering 30 feet above this field. You are located between the 40°N and 42°N and between the 58°W and 60°W.”You must be a SysAdmin” says the balloonist.
“I am” replies the man. “How did you know.”
“Well,” says the balloonist, “everything you have told me is technically correct, but it’s no use to me. I’m still lost.”The man below says “you must be in management.”
“I am” replies the balloonist, “but how did you know?”
“Well,” says the man, “you don’t know where you are, or where you’re going. You made a promise you din’t know how to meet, but you expect me to fix it. You’re in the same position you were before we met, but now it’s my fault.”