I guess I wasn't clear on whay I'd meant. Sure the telnet protocol is plenty useful for lots of things, but the telnetd daemon (and the classic ftpd) is a rooting just waiting to happen. This day and age, you just cannot trust running any listening protocol that authenticates usernames and passwords as clear text in the packets/datagrams. The likelihood of somebody eavesdropping on the "conversation" is just too great anymore.
These work very well for me. I'm using both XFS and JFS on LVs with SuSE 8.0 on a pair of vintage quad-processor Compaq Proliant 5000's at work. No problems thus far. I do wish I had the ability to dynamically grow my filesystems while mounted and in use just like on my AIX boxes. That would be nice to have in Linux as well.
Being the cheap bastard I am, I wanted a very small Linux box for my new internet server, but didn't want to fork out more than a couple hundred bucks. I found a really nice black AOpen mATX case (only handles the short PCI cards) at NewEgg, got an MSI MS-6368L mobo and a 1.1GHz Celeron (Tualatin) cpu, all for under $150. I already have the PC100 memory and 10GB hard drive from old computers long since disassembled. Loaded SuSE 8.1 on it and it screams. Way overkill for a firewall/NAT/webserver/email server/whatever box, but sure is a lot of bang for minimal bucks and sits happily in a small space in my bookshelf... almost dead silent too, except for the hard drive.
I think we should buy at least 5 Soyuz ships + rockets from the Russians, and keep them in storage, but ready to go, if needed. Before each shuttle re-entry, a robotic EVA camera device could examine the shuttle exterior and if anything is found wrong, send enough Soyuz ships up, remotely piloted, for the shuttle crew to get home in, leave the shuttle in orbit, hopefully with enough fuel and remote controls to be kept in orbit, until a repair crew can be sent up on the next shuttle mission to try to repair the first shuttle. Bring the repaired shuttle back down via remote control only, just in case the repairs didn't hold. The Russians flew their shuttle completely by remote control many years ago, surely we ought to be able to modify all of our remaining fleet to be flown completely from orbit to a runway landing just the same.
As a licenced pilot, I am forced to hear this poem again and again, as Mr. Magee wrote this, allegedly, while flying.
As far as poems go, hearing this poem makes me consider taking up poetry as to write something to replace this.
In summation, nobody deserves this poem to be read to them, much less astronauts in an accident.
I'm a pilot too, who owns my own little single engine airplane. I went out to the airport today, thinking that perhaps I just needed to be "up there" to fill an emotional hunger, but after opening up the hangar and pre-flighting my plane, just felt that I'm not in the proper frame of mind. My airplane has a little placard on the instrument panel that reads, "Don't do anything stupid in this aircraft". With tears in my eyes, I slid the hangar door shut, locked it up tight, got back in my car and drove home where I'm now sitting in front of my computer typing this.
VHS was better in the same sense that the Model T Ford was better. It was cheaper, mass-produced, and more easily obtainable by the average Joe. Betamax was a technically superior format, with cleaner chrominance and luminance signal encoding/decoding to/from the tape, but Sony was just too expensive and arrogant with the Betamax's market positioning. They could've mass-produced them more cheaply to compete, but failed to do so in the very beginning, when timing and window of opportunity for establishing the dominant format was critical.
Do you know how incredibly slow a processor would have to be if it was built out of discrete parts? Also, I'd like to see you wade through the ocean of wires to try and debug it. Debugging a digital circuit on a breadboard is painful enough...
I'd just want all those tubes after the project fails.... Man, that'd be a lifetime supply of spares for all the guitar amps in Texas!!!!
There may soon be very few local independent ISPs left. They are dropping like flies around here. The giants are pushing them out of business, and even the backbone providers have suddenly, overnight, jacked up the prices of the local ISP's T1 feeds to exhorbitant prices or are refusing to renew their service contracts outright. Something fishy, other than the bad economy, is going on in ISP-land these past 8 weeks.
He merely recognized the voice from an earlier encounter.
That is correct. Of course at that point in my existance I had no way to really comprehend what people were but I did associate the sound of the doctor's soothingly deep southern voice with the sound of the name "Doctor Knight", and it was a sound that was familiar to me and part of my world along with the sounds of my mother's and sisters' voices. Sounds and voices are pretty much all the sensory input you get at that stage of development.
I don't care if any of you believe me or not. I know for certain what I remember, it's my oldest memory and although faded after 40 years, I still remember enough to know what it was and that it has always been something that made me different from most everybody else. I've only personally met one other person in my entire life who also remembers their birth, and the descriptions of our experiences are rather similar.
...are very common, but I dunno about linking them to memories from the womb.
It is very possible to have memories from the womb. I remember knowing that I had older sisters and also the name of my familiy doctor who delivered me, even though I couldn't comprehend who or what he was even though I remember my own birth and that he was the first person to hold me after I came outside.
Dreams of flying are really wierd. I still have several flying dream themes that are recurring, and I'm in my early 40's now. Some are flying without any vehicle or aircraft... like a cartoon superhero. Others are either in a car or a small airplane and trying to take off from a country road or highway and can't because there are too many overhead wires crossing the roadway. This is the most frequent one I have. After I got my pilot's certificate and bought my own single engine airplane this one went away for a couple years, but has returned.
My earliest memory is also of my birth. Before all you disbelievers say bullshit... this is no bullshit.
Very few people can remember their birth and it is rare indeed, but true nonetheless, and is very special for those who can remember.
Before my birth I was conscious, aware of myself and knew I had sisters, and one was particularly closer to my mother and me during my mother's pregnancy. And indeed she spent a great deal of time staying very close with my mother during the last couple months of the pregnancy. I remember waking up one morning expecting to hear my sister's and mother's voices, but in a way I really wasn't aware that my mother was my mother... I thought that she was just another sister "out there" too. Something was not right that morning. I knew I was being taken to see "Doctor Knight". It's very strange that I knew his name although of course I'd never seen him before, but I think I must have known who he was from my mother's office visits during the pregnancy. He had been the family doctor for many years and delivered two of my sisters before me. Anyway, I don't recall much of the labor, but I remember hearing Dr. Knight's voice and the voices of all these strange nurses. I had no idea what they were saying of course, but Dr. Knight had a very distinctive deep voice that I still remember to this day, even though he is long gone many years now. I remember that before all the commotion, that I was comfortable and feeling just fine, and I did not like this disturbing thing that was happening and wished it would go away. I wanted to go back to sleep and just be with my "sisters" and be comfortable again. Everything was suddenly becoming very harsh. All of a sudden everything was blindingly bright and cold. There was a very bright overhead light on the ceiling of the delivery room (like in a typical hospital of the 1960's) and the brilliance of this lamp was painful. All these strange big people were there moving around and talking frantically and I did not like them. Doctor Knight was the first person to hold me but I did not know or understand who he was now. I don't even think I was capable of understanding the concept that I was a baby and was being held by a giant adult. I just remember screaming and crying so intensely that I could not catch my breath and I could not stop crying either. I wanted to be back with the comfort that I thought was my "sister" (but was actually my mother). I do not remember much detail about what happened after that, except being exhausted and falling asleep again. That's it.
I am in my 40's now. My mother died of heart disease a few years ago. As I write this post, my tears are flowing quite freely right now.
To those of you out there who remember your own births.... keep that memory alive in you as long as you live. It's very important whether you like it or not. I know that I will remember it as long as I live, and that it will very likely be what I'm thinking about when it comes my time to die.
Being a pilot who owns my own airplane, and a firm believer that flying machines should get their lift from either a fairly sizeable airfoil, or a large container full of lighter-that-air gas... I can only say that while this machine is indeed a wonder of geekdom, it certainly looks like a lonely way to die.
Organizations still built around NT are doing it because they have bad mangers who haven't managed to upgrade in THREE YEARS.
Either you are a spoiled rich brat with money to burn or you have been brainwashed to believe that such short forced upgrade cycles are supposed to be the norm. Large business investments in a particular software technology have historically been, and are generally supposed to have 7 to 10 year lifecycles, with incremental upgrades that build upon the base product... not complete replacement of the base product. Pouring repeated large volumes of money into a vendor's pocket for "it's a totally _new product_, not an upgrade" is what constitutes bad management. My employer is also suffering from this endless upgrade gravy-train and we simply cannot afford to replace our NOS licenses every two to three years just to satisfy the vendor's greed, and our management also refuses to lease their licenses too. I've been an NT network manager since version 3.5 of the product and am sick of the game too. I've been waiting a long time to have a pure unix server backend once again and thanks to Linux, we're finally able to begin doing it.
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I guess I wasn't clear on whay I'd meant. Sure the telnet protocol is plenty useful for lots of things, but the telnetd daemon (and the classic ftpd) is a rooting just waiting to happen. This day and age, you just cannot trust running any listening protocol that authenticates usernames and passwords as clear text in the packets/datagrams. The likelihood of somebody eavesdropping on the "conversation" is just too great anymore.
A mosquito was heard to complain
:-|
That a chemist had poisoned his brain
The cause of his sorrow
Was para-dichloro-
diphenyltrichloroethane
Bwahahaha, that's funny, now everybody laugh
The first thing I do when setting up a redhat box is remove the login banner that says "I'm Red Hat version x.x.x".
The first thing I do when setting up _any_ *nix box is to ensure that you CAN'T telnet to it, period!!!!
Use only sshd.
These work very well for me. I'm using both XFS and JFS on LVs with SuSE 8.0 on a pair of vintage quad-processor Compaq Proliant 5000's at work. No problems thus far. I do wish I had the ability to dynamically grow my filesystems while mounted and in use just like on my AIX boxes. That would be nice to have in Linux as well.
...this one goes to 11Mbps
American: "Hey Frenchie, Sprechen Sie Deutsche?"
Frenchman: "No."
American: "You're welcome."
Business Week has your art hangin'.... just get a load of Tux with that expression on his face eyeballing that butterfly.
I love it. That's as cool of a cartoon as the infamous "Take it Tux"
Getting out of bed in the morning used to be fun too, but since there's too many accidents, I think I'll just sleep in tomorrow.
Being the cheap bastard I am, I wanted a very small Linux box for my new internet server, but didn't want to fork out more than a couple hundred bucks. I found a really nice black AOpen mATX case (only handles the short PCI cards) at NewEgg, got an MSI MS-6368L mobo and a 1.1GHz Celeron (Tualatin) cpu, all for under $150. I already have the PC100 memory and 10GB hard drive from old computers long since disassembled. Loaded SuSE 8.1 on it and it screams. Way overkill for a firewall/NAT/webserver/email server/whatever box, but sure is a lot of bang for minimal bucks and sits happily in a small space in my bookshelf... almost dead silent too, except for the hard drive.
PGP? What about ssh??
:-/
or even Windows XP or Internet Explorer for that matter
I think we should buy at least 5 Soyuz ships + rockets from the Russians, and keep them in storage, but ready to go, if needed. Before each shuttle re-entry, a robotic EVA camera device could examine the shuttle exterior and if anything is found wrong, send enough Soyuz ships up, remotely piloted, for the shuttle crew to get home in, leave the shuttle in orbit, hopefully with enough fuel and remote controls to be kept in orbit, until a repair crew can be sent up on the next shuttle mission to try to repair the first shuttle. Bring the repaired shuttle back down via remote control only, just in case the repairs didn't hold. The Russians flew their shuttle completely by remote control many years ago, surely we ought to be able to modify all of our remaining fleet to be flown completely from orbit to a runway landing just the same.
As a licenced pilot, I am forced to hear this poem again and again, as Mr. Magee wrote this, allegedly, while flying.
As far as poems go, hearing this poem makes me consider taking up poetry as to write something to replace this.
In summation, nobody deserves this poem to be read to them, much less astronauts in an accident.
I'm a pilot too, who owns my own little single engine airplane. I went out to the airport today, thinking that perhaps I just needed to be "up there" to fill an emotional hunger, but after opening up the hangar and pre-flighting my plane, just felt that I'm not in the proper frame of mind. My airplane has a little placard on the instrument panel that reads, "Don't do anything stupid in this aircraft". With tears in my eyes, I slid the hangar door shut, locked it up tight, got back in my car and drove home where I'm now sitting in front of my computer typing this.
That 20 years from now, there will be a small memoral, to the fallen. Placed on the soil of Mars.
Amen!
VHS was better in the same sense that the Model T Ford was better. It was cheaper, mass-produced, and more easily obtainable by the average Joe. Betamax was a technically superior format, with cleaner chrominance and luminance signal encoding/decoding to/from the tape, but Sony was just too expensive and arrogant with the Betamax's market positioning. They could've mass-produced them more cheaply to compete, but failed to do so in the very beginning, when timing and window of opportunity for establishing the dominant format was critical.
This is the best parody lyrics I've seen here since Trollmastah's musings.
I hereby nominate this tune to become the Official Slashdot Open Source Song. If Woody Guthrie were alive today, I bet he'd get a kick out of it.
...appealing as "The Ballpark in Arlington"
Bleagh.
Do you know how incredibly slow a processor would have to be if it was built out of discrete parts? Also, I'd like to see you wade through the ocean of wires to try and debug it. Debugging a digital circuit on a breadboard is painful enough...
I'd just want all those tubes after the project fails.... Man, that'd be a lifetime supply of spares for all the guitar amps in Texas!!!!
Well since SCO thinks that Linux infinges on their patents and is wanting to charge every Linux user almost $100/CPU fee it's a good thing that FreeBSD is the highly refined, free unix that it is. :-)
(A die-hard FreeBSD user since 1996)
There may soon be very few local independent ISPs left. They are dropping like flies around here. The giants are pushing them out of business, and even the backbone providers have suddenly, overnight, jacked up the prices of the local ISP's T1 feeds to exhorbitant prices or are refusing to renew their service contracts outright. Something fishy, other than the bad economy, is going on in ISP-land these past 8 weeks.
He merely recognized the voice from an earlier encounter.
That is correct. Of course at that point in my existance I had no way to really comprehend what people were but I did associate the sound of the doctor's soothingly deep southern voice with the sound of the name "Doctor Knight", and it was a sound that was familiar to me and part of my world along with the sounds of my mother's and sisters' voices. Sounds and voices are pretty much all the sensory input you get at that stage of development.
I don't care if any of you believe me or not. I know for certain what I remember, it's my oldest memory and although faded after 40 years, I still remember enough to know what it was and that it has always been something that made me different from most everybody else. I've only personally met one other person in my entire life who also remembers their birth, and the descriptions of our experiences are rather similar.
...are very common, but I dunno about linking them to memories from the womb.
It is very possible to have memories from the womb. I remember knowing that I had older sisters and also the name of my familiy doctor who delivered me, even though I couldn't comprehend who or what he was even though I remember my own birth and that he was the first person to hold me after I came outside.
Dreams of flying are really wierd. I still have several flying dream themes that are recurring, and I'm in my early 40's now. Some are flying without any vehicle or aircraft... like a cartoon superhero. Others are either in a car or a small airplane and trying to take off from a country road or highway and can't because there are too many overhead wires crossing the roadway. This is the most frequent one I have. After I got my pilot's certificate and bought my own single engine airplane this one went away for a couple years, but has returned.
My earliest memory is also of my birth. Before all you disbelievers say bullshit... this is no bullshit.
Very few people can remember their birth and it is rare indeed, but true nonetheless, and is very special for those who can remember.
Before my birth I was conscious, aware of myself and knew I had sisters, and one was particularly closer to my mother and me during my mother's pregnancy. And indeed she spent a great deal of time staying very close with my mother during the last couple months of the pregnancy. I remember waking up one morning expecting to hear my sister's and mother's voices, but in a way I really wasn't aware that my mother was my mother... I thought that she was just another sister "out there" too. Something was not right that morning. I knew I was being taken to see "Doctor Knight". It's very strange that I knew his name although of course I'd never seen him before, but I think I must have known who he was from my mother's office visits during the pregnancy. He had been the family doctor for many years and delivered two of my sisters before me. Anyway, I don't recall much of the labor, but I remember hearing Dr. Knight's voice and the voices of all these strange nurses. I had no idea what they were saying of course, but Dr. Knight had a very distinctive deep voice that I still remember to this day, even though he is long gone many years now. I remember that before all the commotion, that I was comfortable and feeling just fine, and I did not like this disturbing thing that was happening and wished it would go away. I wanted to go back to sleep and just be with my "sisters" and be comfortable again. Everything was suddenly becoming very harsh. All of a sudden everything was blindingly bright and cold. There was a very bright overhead light on the ceiling of the delivery room (like in a typical hospital of the 1960's) and the brilliance of this lamp was painful. All these strange big people were there moving around and talking frantically and I did not like them. Doctor Knight was the first person to hold me but I did not know or understand who he was now. I don't even think I was capable of understanding the concept that I was a baby and was being held by a giant adult. I just remember screaming and crying so intensely that I could not catch my breath and I could not stop crying either. I wanted to be back with the comfort that I thought was my "sister" (but was actually my mother). I do not remember much detail about what happened after that, except being exhausted and falling asleep again. That's it.
I am in my 40's now. My mother died of heart disease a few years ago. As I write this post, my tears are flowing quite freely right now.
To those of you out there who remember your own births.... keep that memory alive in you as long as you live. It's very important whether you like it or not. I know that I will remember it as long as I live, and that it will very likely be what I'm thinking about when it comes my time to die.
Peace.
I consider a rocket to be more of a "projectile" than a flying machine :-)
Being a pilot who owns my own airplane, and a firm believer that flying machines should get their lift from either a fairly sizeable airfoil, or a large container full of lighter-that-air gas... I can only say that while this machine is indeed a wonder of geekdom, it certainly looks like a lonely way to die.
Organizations still built around NT are doing it because they have bad mangers who haven't managed to upgrade in THREE YEARS.
Either you are a spoiled rich brat with money to burn or you have been brainwashed to believe that such short forced upgrade cycles are supposed to be the norm. Large business investments in a particular software technology have historically been, and are generally supposed to have 7 to 10 year lifecycles, with incremental upgrades that build upon the base product... not complete replacement of the base product. Pouring repeated large volumes of money into a vendor's pocket for "it's a totally _new product_, not an upgrade" is what constitutes bad management. My employer is also suffering from this endless upgrade gravy-train and we simply cannot afford to replace our NOS licenses every two to three years just to satisfy the vendor's greed, and our management also refuses to lease their licenses too. I've been an NT network manager since version 3.5 of the product and am sick of the game too. I've been waiting a long time to have a pure unix server backend once again and thanks to Linux, we're finally able to begin doing it.