It looks like my
colo server is only four hops away from the
CS server at school. In fact, CUW and work share the same router at SBC Milwaukee.
traceroute to pascal.cuw.edu (65.43.81.120), 64 hops max, 40 byte packets
1 hrt-colort.mywork (209...249) 0.571 ms 0.496 ms 0.447 ms
2 64.108.173.109 (64.108.173.109) 2.575 ms 3.546 ms 4.1 ms
3 C[...].cust-rtr.ameritech.net (68.23.65.194) 4.538 ms 5.819 ms 3.490 ms
4 65.43.81.97 (65.43.81.97) 5.288 ms 3.521 ms 3.509 ms
5 *^C
I'm going to have to watch it when I transfer files between school and my server. I was accidently running 4Mb/s today when I copied a
Ubuntu ISO over to school (their mirrors were slow.)
Why I don't like the telephone
The following quote
from Wired explains why in a nutshell:
I couldn't help thinking it was awfully complicated to have a phone you used only for calling back - from a booth in a meadow. Why not make life easier and just put one in the house?
"What would that lead to?" another Amish man asked me. "We don't want to be the kind of people who will interrupt a conversation at home to answer a telephone. It's not just how you use the technology that concerns us. We're also concerned about what kind of person you become when you use it."
I, yet again, made the mistake of going grocery shopping before midnight. This time, I shall inflict my opinion on the world and my future self.
Anyone who is considering parenthood or about to become a parent should spend a day inside a grocery store and a night in the parking lot of the same grocery store.
I like children, infants especially. They are the ultimate symbol of potential.
Most children in grocery stores are not cute. They are screaming, mess making monsters. But wait, I hear you say, children normally scream and make messes, it is part of who they are. True enough, but they only become monsters when you inflict them the general public.
Now, on to grocery store parking lots at night. Here you can see groups of listless children who never learned the
EBER maxim: “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” (Look at the datestamp on this entry and note that I am not especially healthy, wealthy, or wise.) Anyway, look at these packs of kids. They sit on tailgates in dimly lit grocery store parking lots and dare each other to commit ill conceived deeds. This would not be so bad except that you cannot
know if these kids are a gang with criminal intent or merely listless youths.
It is 27 minutes until midnight. Do you know where your kid is?
Wow, last week was intense.
Work on Monday was normal.
I attended a class at Motorola in Schaumburg on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'd really like to say something about that class. It was very educational. Half of it is under a NDA, so I cannot say anything more about it for the moment.
Thursday and Friday were spent updating the software on all our Canopy equipment to 7.2.9, since that version fixes a number of our problems.
Saturday brought more updates and some time doing tech support.
Paul and I wandered around the Milwaukee lakefront on Sunday evening. He is still trying to convert me to LISP.