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Expanding Small NetBSD Systems
BSD Forums writes "Anyone who has worked with any BSD knows that the base operating system doesn't include many programs that most people use in day-to-day work. Unless you only need vi and ssh, you must install additional software to make your palmtop useful and comfortable. OnLamp's Michael Lucas says that if you're running a palmtop -- or, indeed, any sort of small hardware with NetBSD installed -- you'll probably want to expand the system."
Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . . ."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . . ."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature sometimes climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . . ."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch past the hidden head.
Times Leader (Wilkes-Barre, PA)
Police are investigating and are not saying if the mother will face criminal charges. Story By TERRIE MORGAN-BESECKER
HAZLE TWP. - Prosecutors have not yet decided if charges will be filed against a 20-year-old woman who gave birth to an infant found dead in a toilet in the Wal-Mart Super Center restroom Thursday night.
The woman, a Wal-Mart employee, was discovered inside the restroom in active labor. She was transported to Hazleton General Hospital, where she gave birth to a second infant who survived, said state police in Hazleton.
The first infant, a female at 32 to 34 weeks gestation, was pronounced dead at 11:30 p.m. at the hospital. The second infant, also a female, was born at the hospital, then transferred to Lehigh Valley Medical Center.
Luzerne County District Attorney David Lupas said Coroner George Hudock performed an autopsy Friday afternoon and determined the dead infant was born alive. But Lupas said Hudock needs to perform further analysis of the infant's organs and tissue to determine the cause and manner of death, which will determine if charges should be filed.
The identity of the woman is being withheld pending the determination on charges, Lupas said. He said she remained hospitalized Friday. He said Luzerne County Children and Youth Services had been called into the case, but he did not know if they had taken charge of the surviving infant.
Lupas said co-workers and customers discovered the woman. Police believe she gave birth to the first infant between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. He said investigators are still trying to pinpoint the time more precisely and determine whether the woman told anyone she was in labor.
"It's obviously a strange and unusual occurrence. We're trying to get to the bottom of it," he said.
Twins, whether fraternal or paternal, are in separate amniotic sacs within the mother. In normal vaginal births twins are usually born within five to 20 minutes of each other, but the time frame can stretch to several hours, said a obstetrics nurse with Wyoming Valley Health Care System.
Lupas said state police and county detectives are continuing to interview employees and customers. Anyone who was in the store, located off the Airport Beltway, or the restroom between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. is asked to call state police at 459-3890.
Wal-Mart corporate spokeswoman Sharon Weber said the company would not release any information about the incident or the employee involved. "We really don't know what happened, and we're just cooperating anyway we can. It's really just a sad situation."
[BSD is dying.]
Sure, we all know that *BSD is a failure, but why? Why did *BSD fail? Once you get past the fact that *BSD is fragmented between a myriad of incompatible kernels, there is the historical record of failure and of failed operating systems. *BSD experienced moderate success about 15 years ago in academic circles. Since then it has been in steady decline. We all know *BSD keeps losing market share but why? Is it the problematic personalities of many of the key players? Or is it larger than their troubled personas?
The record is clear on one thing: no operating system has ever come back from the grave. Efforts to resuscitate *BSD are one step away from spiritualists wishing to communicate with the dead. As the situation grows more desperate for the adherents of this doomed OS, the sorrow takes hold. An unremitting gloom hangs like a death shroud over a once hopeful *BSD community. The hope is gone; a mournful nostalgia has settled in. Now is the end time for *BSD.