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Recently, I’ve been playing a bit with my AMD64 box and since I have a Technet Plus subscription with Microsoft, I can get access to operating systems, applications, and other stuff early on.  That’s kinda cool because I am a OS junkie.  I like playing with various OS’es, seeing what they do, etc.  There are interesting challenges on AMD64 systems and this one is really a desktop type computer.  Its got 2g of really fast memory, a 256mb nvidia card, an AMD 4000+ processor.  I’ve had Ubuntu Edgy Eft AMD64, Debian Etch pure 64, and now Vista RTM on it.  Each has its interesting quirks and positives.  My overall thought is that Vista is a nice desktop OS but its demanding on the hardware.  With Linux you have to do this crazy mix of 32 and 64bit libraries and applications.  Some things will not work and others require some massaging and yet others you need what is called a “chroot environment” to get them operational.

I think for the meanwhile, I’ll just run Vista RTM and play around a bit with its interesting applications, etc.  I tend to appreciate Linux on laptops these days and Ubuntu is probably the best I’ve seen on a laptop.  The ACPI and driver tools are topnotch.

When Friends Must Leave

There is that old saying “only the good die young” and its hit me here a bit of late.  As we humans get older, its dawned on me that its damned hard to make friends.  Its like some cosmic button was pushed, lever was thrown, or force field was erected. We just cannot seem to engage with others like even my 8-year old daughter has the power to do.  It just gets fucking hard to make a friend. I wonder why.  Perhaps as we age, we become too self-fulfilled or its just harder to reach out to someone.

In my case, I did reach out to a co-worker.  Its a long story and it goes somewhat like this.  I started working at Levanta and met this rather miraculous guy that I have blogged about before.  We started out not on the best of terms. He wanted me to do other things but we ended up with him reporting to me of all things.  Strange, eh?  But the next thing I found out was the level of his friendship.  He is a loyal, trustworthy, and devoted person when you find him as a friend.  An outspoken critic, a sledgehammer wielder, a person who saw things a different way and stretched to reach them.

Now that person’s days are numbered and I just don’t get it.  I’m sad and crying on the inside because he was more to me because it took effort.  Perhaps that’s the last thing.  It takes effort to be and make a friend.  Lots of effort and its worth it; but my track record of finding friends at work is bad.  Each time I’ve done it, I’ve not done well.  This time is the worst and I feel for my friend Dave.

I’m sorry for the other co-workers, for the others that worked around him. Others that knew of his generosity of spirit and mind.  Come back to us Dave.

Its not your time yet.

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Its quite an interesting world we live in.  Witness the fact that my wife and I finally got a “nanny” that comes over on occasion and plays referee to our two bundles of joy.  Its not like either of them really need what could be called a babysitter; but I’m sure parents understand that the desire is to find a person with good values, that will share thoughts, and also just kinda “be there”.  Our daughter realy likes that being there part and she had rebelled against what she called a second mom coming in.  That lasted until she met the Nanny we had selected from a agency my wife had found.  Voila!  The two went up to my daughter’s room immediately and started hitting it off.  Truth be told, my daughter is a social butterfly and loves to meet, and then talk, to others.  Anything is conversation fodder for her.  Sharks, Zoo Animals, Horses, cartoons and movies.  My daughter will just strike up a conversation on topics and she has the other part down too.  The listening part.  Listening is what an anthropologist friend told me once was “the silent part of the conversation”.  You know… Them anthropologists are smart cookies for the most part.  I’ve always felt that my 15 or so years doing that one thing enriched my listening abilities.  Doing anthropology means listening.  One listens to either live conversations or dead ones.  The live conversations consist of stories, tales, jokes, songs, bullshit known and unknown, and a myriud of non-verbal queues.  Proxemics are so much a part of conversation.  How close is too close?  Is there a difference in space allowance when you first meet someone?  Where do people sit having intellectual versus social conversations?

The dead conversations are harder to track and the language is fragmentary.  Prehistoric hunter-gatherers often left their conversations on cave walls in the form of their life blogs.  They recorded their thoughts but their tapestry was different.  And fragmentary.  Prehistoric archeological sites are fragmentary spatially and temporally.  Things are just missing that would make it easier.  But if the conversation were easier then archeology would be easier too.  Archeology is that search for the missing values and the interpretation of the missing from the found.  Its a delicate act of defining relationships and inter-relationships.

Both conversations took my time years ago and there was value in both.  I found that doing anthropology lasted me a day and more.  I lived it, loved it, dreamt it, wrote it. Now, I’m more of an armchair type which reflects backwards on those days often.  What is it about that different lifestyle that makes it worthy of memory I wonder?  People sometimes ask what it was like to dig up dinosaurs.  I always have to gently remind them of what the real intersection and conversation was.

Now I find myself a communicator but work is so different.  Doing technology renders the drawing differently.  I could find a thousand things to value in the new conversations; but truth be told all these technologists don’t add up to a single anthropologist or archeologist I met.  I wish that honesty was more of a trait with some of these guys.  It seems that any possible sin, no matter how vilified is actually believed in if one can say “its the cost of doing business”.  Then all can be validated and certified. The techno-leaders of this brave new culture really should not be leaders.  They all separate out too low on the food chain. 

And that is frustrating in technology these days.  Very frustrating.

It seems we are in the season of conundrums. There are conflicting things which could happen given any outcome. One amazing factoid is that the Raiders won today! How did that ever happen? Two games in a row. Goodness.

Today also was the day of falling back. I don

No particular big enlightenment to share.  I made an attempt to use Ubuntu Dapper on my AMD64 system over the past days and its kind of painful with having to load 32bit versions of things to get things working.  I’ve sheled running Linux on that beast for awhile since I could do Debian’s pure AMD64 and may end up doing it still.  Some things seemed kind of strange in retrospect:

  • OpenOffice 2.0.2 on Ubuntu was not happy with NFS shares.  I could load a document but not save it.  I think that this is a file locking issue.
  • There is no flash plugin for anything 64bit so one has to run a 32bit version. 
  • Java is interesting until you load Blackdown from the repositores.
  • The Ubuntu installer got my 256mb PCI-x card all wrong and tried to setup Xorg with the onboard nvidia card even though its disabled with a card in the slot.

None of these things are showstoppers except for taking some time to figure out the whole graphics adaptor thing.  GDM, the little pig that is it, crashed the system any number of times because I could not believe at first that it was gonna setup a video card and PCI location for a card that is not active or even asking me…  Bad.

Other than that, its Sunday and its the day before a big meeting at work.  Perhaps work will become all tuned up like a fancy musical instrument…

 

Its come to me after a 17 day absence that I simply need to write weblog posts.  So many things come and go in a day that without blogging, I seem to miss the measure of them because I cannot live them vicariously again when I blog them.  Age has this determining affect on you and I think as I’ve grown older, I’ve wanted to get more of a keen zest from the things I do; but it gets more difficult at the same time to get that.  Physical deterioration and even mental loss plagues us all as we age.  Even graceful aging takes its toll and I find that things I used to do are not the same if I try them now.  Now I enjoy quieter passtimes with a few friends and a beer.  Before as an archeologist I traveled, nomaded to various ports of call, reached to a zenith and then pulled back.

Its always a case of pulling back when you reach the point.  Sometimes its the point of no return and other times its the point of “know return”.  You know the return from the gambit and gamble yet its worth it.

My wonderful wife, that most of significant of significant others had a coronary angiogram or heart cath if you use the medical terminologies.  There was a risk of an occluded artery at the heart.  It was a week of tears, worry, significant emotional issues.  Then the hospital called and said the date had been wrong and it was the next day.  Suddenly, all the issues piled up and we dealt with it gracefully.  I’ve reached the conclusion in my advancing age that I need her to help me get through all the big and little adventures that life tosses.

After 17 days of no-blog reality, I’m glad to be back.  I feel constipated with worthless blog posts.  So hang on and hang out.  I’ll try to make each one at least have a small bubble of something you can take away.  Perhaps you’ll find some minimal truth in my adventures that will make yours seem better, different, worthwhile…

And then again, perhaps not.

The blog is not being posted to all that often anymore.  I’ve reached a few rest spots along my highway.  Blogging has become a secondary thing.  I’m not sure why.  Perhaps in the end, bloggers reach some point where they’ve said what they wanted.  Maybe its like a good novel.  You write up the beginning, lay some mystery down in the middle, and then let the characters coalesce to the end.  I once entertained an idea of writing a novel as a serious thing to do. 

At any rate, I’m gonna let the blog speak for itself yet another day; but for the meanwhile, I’m on hiatus from blogging.

Hope you all take care out there and never let the comet become more than the perspective it gives you.

Every Year but only once

Every year; but only once and sans kids, my wife and I do a weekend away.  This year we chose to go here.  This place is cool, has restaurants, art galleries, nice shops, and interesting nightlife.  We tend to not really do much and end up sitting in the room, drinking a bit too much, talking, comparing, and remembering.  I think adults need time sans kids.  Kids are great, fun, challenging.  And frustrating.  They are not finished yet and they know it.  So, being unfinished, their emotions, rationalizations, ideas all cram into time and make life seem hurried and less peaceful.  So now, I am in a really beautiful hotel room at the Adobe Inn watcing NCAA football, drinking some beer, and just savoring the moment.  We don’t take pictures, but we buy stuff for ourselves and perhaps for the unfinished ones.

The requirements for the weekend away is that the drive must be less than 3 hours, must have great restaurants and social life, neat shops, etc.  In past years we went to Tiburon, Saratoga, and up to Mendocino.  All offer really nice food, drink, and a bit of away-time.  Its battery charging time and this time I took some days away from work because work has become dark sometimes and I need the light. 

People should all take some time away, find a place to recharge the batteries and come back refreshed and ready to cope.

For us men, we know when to say when.  I’ve read that men do three career changes in a life.  I’ve counted mine.  I’m up to three now.  These would be completely different career paths.  The one I come back to more than once is archeology and anthropology because its taught me more about how life and people operate than any other I’ve done.  My time in the computer technology industry has taught me that working in a start up often ends up not working at all.  But when I did archeology, I had this cosmic connection of outdoors, comeraderie, philosophy, belief and ideology.  Often, I would meander to a local ‘watering hole” and meet wiht others that found stones and bones.  My mentor RWR would often join us at a local Pizza joint after a day out and we would drink some amount of beer, talk about the richness and tapestry of life.  I learned early on that I wanted to do the thing that RWR did; but I wanted to do it differently.  No one can emulate what another does and gain from it.  I wanted archeology but on my own and not a mere copy of what RWR had.  My wife and I decided that it was time to leave this place and go to New Mexico because it was different, it seemed the archeology was better, and that I could study in a cross section of the plains and the southwest.  All of that was true; but I ended up back in the Mojave Desert working after. 

Archeology also allows one to transcend the norms of life and apply the lessons learned doing it to other challenges.  When I moved to doing “technology” it dawned on me that the people I found there were great and fun; but they sure were not “the cowboys of science”.  Now I feel sometimes that my sunset days are approaching with this particular thread.  I have never felt like a zealot with what I use to get a job done.  I love the idea of Linux and its promise and what it does.  I also know that you need to bound all that with a healthy dose of what it takes to get at your particular reality.

Archeology prepared me for computer technology in many ways.  I had learned about stone tools because they transcended just the makers of them.  One could delve into more interesting social and cultural and technological patterns.  The use of technology transcends the mere OS of choice and actually empowers people to do more with the tools they have.

So anthropology by extension prepares people for lives outside anthropology.  I had wondered once how many people stayed in anthropology after X years.  I think people naturally move on, find new things, and travel across many spectrums looking for their success and reality.  Perhaps they borrow bits and pieces from each thing that lead them to success.

I have this feeling at some discrete point I may do that.  Or I may leave it all behind and go back to traveling the hills and mountains and reading other books and not really caring what I run on a computer compared to what it allows me to get done.  People made stone tools for reasons and people use computers for reasons.  Are there patterns to those techno-choices?  I bet there are.

Perhaps its the stuff that a good “coming of age” novel is all about…

 

  • park ranger
  • superhero
  • deep sea diver
  • adventurer

You have all played the game before, right?  Its like the result of midnight film noir, afternoon westerns, morning things.  We all dream of things that might have been, places we can go play that may look like work, levels of effort far different than the regular ones that include:

work, work, work.  There is nothing else so we end this bubble!

I still have my sets of “wanna be” things.  I’d like to learn how to write Perl but I don’t have a certain mindset for coding.  I’d like to travel back to Asia because I like Japan and Korea.  Will that happen?  Who knows.  Its not on my list though.  Its getting time for me to rev up the blogging engine.  This here blog has been around for over a year now and I’ve managed to back it up, restore it, keep it alive.  That’s darned good for me.  But as Neil says,

once you’re gone, you can’t come back…

Who knows if I will come back to write another day?  Perhaps I do because the blog is the thing that I leave when the words are through.

All is said and done.  Fade to black.

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