It’s a raw, windy, gray day here in Northwestern Ohio. I was hanging laundry out, and the dampness of the clothes instantly chilled my fingers numb. Which matched the numbness of my heart as I contemplated the last week’s events.
So much hate. So much fear. The presidential election didn’t go the way I wanted it to, because it couldn’t have – I didn’t want either major candidate to win. But I will abide by the results, and strive to make this country work the best it can in spite of those results.
But the hate and fear emanating from the losers. And the hate and bigotry from some that we must suppose consider themselves “the winners”. The open calls for armed revolution, even from those (my own brother!) who have spent their entire lives selflessly serving others, regardless of color, creed, gender, or any of those tiniest of issues that divide our common humanity.
Which causes me to reflect more on how I can promote joy, and love, and light through my service. Everyone hear me now – I stand against all hate. Consider me “safety pinned”, or “White Rosed”, or just an ordinary man who will not allow hate into his life. This means hate expressed to individuals, to whole groups (of whatever kind) tarred with the widest of brushes – this means hate of my nation (for all its noble aspects and its flaws), threatened to be torn apart by intolerants of every stripe, or by international jackals waiting to catch us wounded and vulnerable.
I remain at Condition Yellow, both tactically in my day-to-day affairs, and strategically for the future of my nation. But I will not succumb to fear and hate. I will not let the darkness overcome the light.
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What did I want?
I wanted a Roc’s egg…. I wanted to get up feeling brisk and go out and break some lances, then pick a likely wench for my droit du seigneur–I wanted to stand up to the Baron and dare him to touch my wench! I wanted to hear the purple water chuckling against the skin of the Nancy Lee in the cool of the morning watch and not another sound, nor any movement save the slow tilting of the wings of the albatross that had been pacing us the last thousand miles….
I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be–instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is.
― Robert Heinlein, Glory Road
And I may have nearly found it….
It’s no secret that for some time I’ve wanted to start learning some martial arts. I arranged to bring the Polaris Fellowship of Weapons Study to Penguicon back in 2012 to restart the track (formerly called “Mayhem”, now called “Action-Adventure”) of introduction to martial arts and related material. And when I learned that Polaris offers a week-long summer intensive in their style of knife and sword training, I was bound and determined to attend.
I nearly went last year (and in fact had already registered and paid), but a minor medical procedure at just the wrong time knocked me out of it. They offered me a 75% refund or 100% credit towards next year. Guess which one I took. 🙂
Summer Weapons Retreat 2016 (called SWRv, pronounced “swerve”) ran from the 2nd through the 7th of August. Since it started at 8:00 on that Wednesday, I elected to pay the extra trivial fee and go up the night before, bunking over and being ready to start first thing in the morning. Then another minor disaster struck! My car broke down 5 days before I was supposed to leave, stranding me 90 minutes away. However, my friends Cathy and Eric Raymond were also going (as they had done for the last decade) and graciously agreed to pick me up on their way through Toledo.
So they stopped by our apartment Tuesday evening around 5, I packed my gear into their already overstuffed car, and we drove to Brighton, MI for dinner before checking in. Eric suggested I “load up on protein”, as I would be doing some significant muscle-building in the next few days. (A yummy Cajun steak kebob, medium rare, and perfectly broiled sea scallops at The Stillwater Grill – yeah, I think I got enough protein.) Around 8:00, after a rather convoluted drive through the back roads south of Brighton, we arrived at the camp. I found Clint M., the lead instructor, and ‘checked in’ – they said, “Yeah, you’ve paid, and signed all the waivers and other paperwork – twice. You’re good.” So much for formal organization. I found my room in the bunkhouse, and met my roommates Eric M. and Steve. Last one in gets the leftovers – I got my choice of one of the upper bunk beds.
SWRv is held on the grounds of the Emrich Retreat Center, which is run by the Episcopal Diocese of Michigan. It reminds me of other ‘church camps’ I had been to as a kid – a quiet pastoral blend of mowed lawns, woods, and rustic buildings. As other attendees arrived (all of them essentially strangers to me, although I recognized some of the instructors from their participation in Penguicon), the greetings were low-key, and it was clear that they were mostly old friends renewing those friendships. Would I fit in? Could an old duffer like me, totally inexperienced and not at all part of this company, earn a place in it?
Well, let’s just see what happens tomorrow….
So, I brag about being a pretty good cook. Here’s an example – you judge.
We had visited my brother and sister-in-law just north of Cincinnati Ohio last weekend, and as part of the outing went to Jungle Jim’s – a giant destination food emporium. You can find just about any exotic foodstuff from around the world there. While looking for some out-of-the-ordinary breakfast meats, I found some duck bacon.
Fast forward to Friday evening, as I stopped at the grocery on the way home from work, and I saw they had fresh kale. Hmmm, I thought, I betcha this would be good wilted with some of the duck bacon on or beside it.
So that became the heart of Saturday’s supper. I wanted a starchy side dish, and for whatever reason, I thought of spaetzle. Now mind you, I hadn’t cooked spaetzle before. I didn’t even know how to make it. Never fear – I follow Hank Shaw’s “hunter – angler – gardener – chef“, where I found a simple enough recipe for spaetzle. (He served it under his venison stroganoff.)
OK, I’ve got all the ingredients (well, except the heavy cream for the spaetzle, but I can fake that with some milk, and maybe a little butter if necessary). I had some left-over tops from last night’s leeks, so I figured I could use them instead of just yellow onions in with the leeks. Time to get to work.
Now, just ’cause I’m crazy, I thought I would substitute whole-wheat flour for the white flour that Hank’s recipe called for. This wasn’t my best idea – the dumplings ended up stiff and heavy. (Next time, a third to a half whole-wheat and the rest all-purpose.) And I don’t have a spaetzle maker, or even a colander or grater with large enough holes, so I figured that I could just do them by tiny spoon-drops into the boiling water. Yes, you can make them that way – but they end up way to big, so they don’t cook through well enough. 🙁 (And it’s slow as hell to make them all this way.)
And the duck bacon? OK, if very salty – it was hard to tell that it was duck and not just pork or even heavily seasoned turkey. The kale with leeks worked out well, but it needed more seasoning. (I had put some dill weed and dried basil on them, but you couldn’t taste it very much.) I drank a good domestic micro-brewery porter with it.
Net score – about 6.5 or 7 out of 10. Not my best work, but I know how to improve it for next time. Would you have eaten this? More importantly, would you have enjoyed it?
Here’s a not-fully-expected consequence —
When I posted my last bit about contributing to the support of the Internet, I was contacted by the Director of the Internet Civil Engineering Institute. She asked me if I would like to volunteer to be their “Education-Outreach-Training Coordinator”. I gave it a couple of days serious thought, and emailed her back saying I would take it on.
I’m now going to be responsible for officially promoting the activities of the Institute, fielding questions and concerns raised in email and social media, blogging on their behalf, and (of course) helping with fund raising. I think it’s the only time I’ve ever been asked to put my mouth where my money is. 🙂
But more importantly, it give me a bit more insight into the work of my late father. For years he wrote copy for advertising, and I (as a callow youth) would harass him about it – “Why do you have to keep beating the drum for <product XYZ>? If it’s good, people will recognize it, and buy it!” But now I realize it’s not nearly that simple. The marketplace is crowded, the din of others hawking their wares is incessant, and the appeal of any particular item gets lost. Good, effective promotion is that which focuses the attention of someone who could benefit from your product or idea, makes them appreciate that they need those benefits, and motivates them to act – to buy, to contribute, to further promote.
Let’s see if I can be that good, effective promoter. It’s time to Walk The Walk.
(… as a Free Internet)
Hey, the Internet is “free”. I can publish any stupid web page I like, say anything I want on my blog, or as comments on other peoples’ blogs, or …
But I didn’t mean it in that way.
Well of course, you say, There ain’t no such thing as a FREE internet. I spend $20 ($50, $100, however much) each month with ComCast (Verizon, AT&T, whatever ISP) to get online.
Um, not quite that, either.
A year ago, Andrew Binstock, the last Editor in Chief of Dr. Dobbs’ Journal, wrote an essay explaining that there was an “fundamental conflict” at the heart of open source software development. His thesis claims this unavoidable conflict is between “the opposing forces of building community vs. deriving a sustainable level of revenue from an open-source project.” Andrew says that in the absence of the GPL or another ‘copyleft’ license requiring developers to contribute their changes back to the community, major companies (Google and Cisco are a couple of the examples he cites) use open source software, improve upon it for their own needs, but never give back to the original maintainers’ community, either in code or time or, most importantly, financial resources.
In a limited way, he’s right. It is reasonable to argue that the Heartbleed and Shellshock bugs of the recent past were due to lack of sustained attention. The stalwart few who have shouldered the responsibility for these critical pieces of the Internet’s infrastructure cannot afford to devote enough time and attention to them. We also know that there are other pieces, equally vital, that could be just as dangerously flawed. This is not an indictment of OSS or the methodologies by which open source software is developed; the monthly patch lists from Microsoft, Adobe and other closed-source vendors belie the claim that The Cathedral can do any better than The Bazaar.
But you still have to test and maintain OSS software. And the people who do it still have to eat, and pay mortgages, and spend real money on the rest of their lives – even if they are willing to give their work away. We – all of us, in the current Internet-dependent world – we can’t go on trusting upon the “kindness of strangers” to hold up the sky. We need a permanent, reliable way to fund the continuing support of the software infrastructure of the Internet.
And I think I’ve found it. The Internet Civil Engineering Institute was founded for exactly this purpose. They will identify the things that need fixing, the people who can fix them, and take the monies they collect to pay the latter to do the former. ICEI is soliciting donations from everyone, large and small. Fine, you say, let Google and Cisco and all those other fat cats pay up for a change! But do you want any one company to be able to control all the code? Precisely because it was created in an open, shared, non-commercial way do we have the free (as in speech) Internet we have. But somebody’s got to pay for the beer – it’s not free.
The other week, I mailed ICEI a $100 check. It won’t be my last. If they had a method like Gittip so that I could set up a regular donation, I would do it immediately.
Imagine you are a moderately-successful but unknown pipe organ builder in early 18th-century Leipzig, with far more ego than brains, and a mouth bigger than both. One evening, you go to a neighboring parish to listen to a recital by that famous organist and composer J. S. Bach. The music is lovely and captivating, but you can’t stand the sound of the instrument he’s playing on. Right in the middle of Herr Bach’s performance, you stand up, loudly cry, “I could build a more suitable organ from my son’s discarded tin whistles!”, throw a handful of small coins into the offering basket, and finish with “Here – get yourself a better one!”
The next morning, a footman delivers a note from the gentleman, asking if you would be interested in building him such a musical instrument. Cold sweat breaks out on your brow, and your stomach twists itself in knots around your breakfast. Me – build a new organ – for Bach?! The honor would be immense. The cost of failure would be catastrophic.
Transpose this tale to the early 21st century and the key of hacking, and you can see how chutzpah seduced me into offering to build a new high-end computer workstation for Eric S. Raymond. We’re friendly, from afar, but I’m not fit to even clean his keyboard and screens, much less attempt to give him a tool that would meet his exacting standards and huge requirements.
This is not to say that I’m completely unsuited to the task. I’ve been a Unix user and programmer for more than 30 years, and I’ve had ‘root’ for all but a couple of those years. I’ve supported more than 8 different versions of Unix professionally (and that counts every Linux distro I’ve ever touched as only one of those versions), often several variants simultaneously, for communities of up to 1000 users. I use Linux (Ubuntu 14.04 LTS) exclusively on my personal system. I know what I’m talking about, and I’ve done nearly as much doing as talking.
But still – Eric. S. Raymond. *gulp*
To be precise, I didn’t build up the hardware of the “Great Beast of Malvern”. That honor and responsibility went to Wendell and Logan of TekSyndicate.com, an online PC components retailer targeting the high-end gamer and modder market. I was just liable for getting the system software installed and configured, and assisting Eric in getting his home directory and other environment moved off his current desktop and onto this fire-breathing monster.
So everything converged on the first week of December. My wife was out of town to visit her mother. That freed me for all of each evening to work with Wendell to install the system. Eric had already run a short script I had supplied him, which gave me an outline of the configuration of his old system, and a list (several thousand items long!) of the packages he had installed. I knew he also ran Ubuntu, so we agreed that 14.04 LTS would be most suitable. Given the huge disks going into his new box, I recommended configuring his filesystems under LVM, to give him resizing and snapshot flexibility. Wendell had a motherboard that was almost identical to the one going into the new box, but it had an IPMI configuration so that I could get a remote console, for booting and adjusting the BIOS. (He’s in Kentucky, I’m in northwest Ohio.) And the other HDD wouldn’t be available, so I would have to format and partition it after the fact. He also had a flight booked to Eric’s place for Saturday morning, so the box had to be finished by then.
No sweat. Easy-peasy.
(Cue ominous music….)
Tuesday night Wendell and I started a Google video Hangout after work, and just chatted about my background and the background of this project. Next thing I knew, nearly four hours had passed, and I had to wrap it up. Well, this might be a little more involved that I first thought.
Wednesday, we tried to get me connected to the IPMI. Hm, this needs Java and the Java Web Start packages. And it wanted to use non-standard ports, so Wendell’s firewall had to be adjusted. And re-adjusted. And Google Chromium didn’t want to run javaws, so I had to tweak Firefox into submission. And the video of the GUI was laggy as hell, which made the feedback of a mouse click or keystroke agonizing. And… And… Five hours later, I was beginning to sweat. I hadn’t added a single package to the box yet, hadn’t partitioned one disk, hadn’t done a damned thing towards the actual project. And I couldn’t work on it Thursday night, because an unavoidable piece of Real Life got in the way. It would all come down to what I could get done on Friday.
Friday evening, I put on my lucky “LISA in Chicago 1996” T-shirt, and Wendell and I started for the last time after we each finished work. He had the installer ISO mounted on the machine. I c a r e f u l l y typed the command to zero out the SSD (wouldn’t do to smash your installer!), and rebooted to the installer image. Now the Ubuntu 14.04 installer won’t let you set up the disk with LVM, so I used these directions to hack the installation process. Hours melted away as I checked and double-checked each command – no time for errors now. After I got the basic install done, I copied a script onto the box which contained better than 600 lines of “apt-get” commands for that long list of packages Eric had previously been using. No problem, I thought, “apt-get” won’t error out if you try to install a package that’s already been installed. And it drags in all the requirements for a package when it installs it, so the order of installation doesn’t make any difference. Thus, I had written the script’s hashbang line with “-xe” to give me a trace and to die if something else broke.
Something else broke.
Seems Eric’s old box had some obsolete packages installed, which weren’t available anymore. So I cursed, and edited the script to take out every line up to the broken one, and took out the name of the missing package. And ran it again.
(Betcha you can guess what happened.)
Something else broke.
This time, it was some package (don’t remember – inn2?) that needed some install-time configuration I hadn’t previously captured. Interrupt the script, copy it, delete everything down to the broken line. Make a note to Eric that he would have to do this one himself. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Then something else broke.
By the 10th iteration of this nightmare, sometime more than 6 hours later, I just threw caution to the winds, removed that pesky “-e” from the hashbang line of the package installer script, and let it rip one last time. It thrashed and stumbled to the “exit 0” at its end.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Did everything install? (Obliviously not.) Did enough install? (Hope so!) I shut the system down for the last time, Wendell and I called it a wrap and stopped the video recording, and I went home, worrying about how this would all look in Malvern some 19 hours later. Fortunately, Herr Raymond likes the sound of his new organ.
Oh, by the way – if you ever hear me muttering about “tin whistles” or “bitty boxes” under my breath again –
Kindly beat some sense into me!
Edited (2015-01-01) to add: Here’s the first video from TekSyndicate.
Today I am participating in “The Day We Fight Back“. Maybe all of three people will see it here. That’s fine; I didn’t do it because I thought I would drive gazillions of eyeballs to their site from mine, nor because I’m some sort of Internet Meme Purveyor™ that would instantly popularize ‘The Cause’. I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do.
I dunno about you, but I’ve done some things that I’m not that proud of. And there’s evidence of them online, I’m sure. Although they probably don’t rise to the level of criminal activity, I am doubtless susceptible to ‘persuasion’ and pressure if SomeOne™ were to threaten to make them public. And when we are governed by the rule of men and not the rule of law, human nature makes it inevitable that that SomeOne™ will yield to the temptation to use that info against – if not me, then some other poor schmoo. “To Protect Us From Terror!” “To Save The Children!” “To Keep Us From The Red Menace!”
Yes, there are clearly existential enemies of western civilization that would destroy it if they could. They do organize via electronic communications; evidence of those hostile activities should be used against them, either in a court of law, or as a military intelligence asset. But the indiscriminate hoovering-up of all phone calls and internet traffic, in a vague hope that some useful patterns can be teased out, does far more harm than good. Remember Ben Franklin:
They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
Let me tell you a little story.
Nearly seventy years ago, two erstwhile allies, at the end of a planet-spanning war, found themselves bitter rivals, and entered into a struggle to see which could develop the military and economic means to rule that world. Dividing the technological corpse of their former mutual enemy between them, they used these tools and ideas to forge ever more terrible weapons. Soon, their contest focused on a particular goal, both of symbolic and harsh military value – which would be the first to have their citizens walk on the face of the planet’s major satellite, and return safely.
And in less than twenty-five years, one outpaced the other so far that, not once but six times, they were able to have a pair of their own walk on that moon and return home unscathed.
Almost twenty more years passed, and one of the empires collapsed. The other, beset by other economic, military, and spiritual troubles, drastically curtailed their space-faring ways, never more sending their kind beyond low orbits of the planet, and leaving the depths of the heavens to be explored by robotic vessels.
Fast forward to the present, and a few of these creatures banded together, and with monies they had earned from technologies that had not even been a fantasy when that last global war had finished, founded multiple companies to return to space, not as conquistadors, but as captains of industry. First more cunning robots, then more of the creatures themselves, would return to that moon, and move out to explore and exploit the other planets of their star, and ultimately, the rest of the universe.
Not a bad tale, eh? Wait – this isn’t fiction – it’s history.
Alan Kay once said “The best way to predict the future is to invent it.” But the second-best way to predict the future is to write science fiction. Hard, nuts-and-bolts science fiction. By starting with a technological premise, and logically extending it within the boundaries of science and engineering as we know them, or as we could plausibly extend them, we give ourselves the ability to sketch a future (if not the future) and explore how humanity will deal with the challenges and opportunities presented.
And wouldn’t you know it – the wild speculations of the science-fiction authors of one time become the models for hard-headed engineering in the next time. Gene Roddenberry’s flip-top communicators from the original Star Trek became our first-generation cell phones; his “tricorders” became our modern smartphones. Rovers on Mars, or mining asteroids, stop being just the fantastic dreams of authors, and become the exotic but real workdays of people whose imaginations are fueled and informed by reading sci-fi.
So to predict the future, we must invent it. And to invent it, to know what we can and should do, we read. And wonder.
Well, this hasn’t turned out as well as I hoped…
I mentioned that I succumbed to the temptation to follow the White Rabbit down the hole, and re-created my blog (for the third try) using a hand-rolled WordPress instance. I thought I needed to do this because I didn’t have the ability to control the theme and formatting of my blog’s previous instance.
Wrong. My error lay in trying to adjust these administrative details without being logged in to my administrative account. (I posted almost all the entries from a WordPress user with only ‘author’ privileges.)
Lessons learned? Although it is best practice to use the least privilege possible to run a computer system, you must be careful to make sure you are wearing your Super
ManUser costume when you have to do super things. I’m not going to roll it back, but I won’t be nearly so eager to plunge ahead next time.