Archive for the ‘beautiful’ Category

{happiness is a bright blue light…}

August 24, 2006

…shining on the front of my server.

I think this thing might actually be some sort of laser?

The reconstruction of my RAID array appears to have succeeded. The drive that had failed now has a green light, and the PERC BIOS utility says that it is “online” and in “optimal” condition. Furthermore, I was able to boot the OS, log in and receive this cheery sight:

I've never been more happy to see this stupid desktop

Since reconstruction restored the drive to functionality, I can only assume that the data on the disk became somehow corrupt or inconsistent, rather than an outright hardware failure. I think that can happen when parity data gets out of synch. So that all sounds pretty good. One the other hand, it is no longer part of the array, which has gone from being a 3-drive RAID 5 to a 2-drive RAID 0.

Oh well. We’ll survive one day without redundancy. I don’t have time to reconstruct the array again before my users get here and start logging on. For now, i’m just running various disk diagnostics and maintenence utilities on the logical drive made up of the two disks remaining in the array.

UPDATE: I need a tape drive with an autoloader. I’m over sitting here and waiting to change the tape every time I do a full backup.


Good Morning, Sunshine

August 19, 2006


It’s been a long time since AG has been to a movie where she laughed, she cried, clapped and she thought it was worth the $10.50 they steal from the poor to support the Hollywood elite. OK, AG didn’t pay that much because after all, AG loves a bargain and had discounted passes. Coupons are a way of giving the establishment the middle finger. But we digress…

AG and UC saw Little Miss Sunshine tonight. It is a moving and laugh out loud story of a dysfunctional family that like many others want only for their children to be happy. The plot revolves around 7-year-old, Olive Hoover, a chubby and precocious child who is afforded an opportunity to be in the Miss Sunshine Contest in Redondo Beach, California. Her family who lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico must drive her there. However, her supportive mother who holds the family together must talk her failing motivational speaker father into driving the stick shift 1970s VW van to California in two days. Along for the ride is her brother, Dwayne, who has taken a vow of silence for Nietzsche while he sports a clever t-shirt about Jesus, riding alongside of coke head grandfather who instructs Dwayne to “fuck a lot of women while he’s still young”. Riding next to Olive is Uncle Frank who cannot be left alone because he tried to commit suicide after losing his title of ‘Foremost Proust Scholar’ to his colleague and boyfriend stealer. What transpires along the road trip is a story of love, family, life and loss. It is a four out of four star movie.

It’s worth going to see on the big screen to laugh along with others.

Great Movie Quote

August 7, 2006


“I was born into the Hebrew persuasion, but when I got older I converted to narcissism.”

-Woody Allen in Scoop

Thursday’s Recipe

July 27, 2006










Molten Chocolate Cakes with Sugar Coated Raspberries

Molten Chocolate Cakes:

1 cup unsalted butter

8 ounces semisweet chocolate chips, or bars, cut into bite-size chunks

5 large eggs

1/2 cup sugar

Pinch of salt

4 teaspoons flour

8 extra-large paper muffin cups (or use 12 regular paper muffin cups)


1 (6-ounce) container fresh raspberries, barely moistened and rolled in about 1/2 cup sugar right before serving

Melt butter and chocolate in medium heat-proof bowl over saucepan of simmering water; remove from heat. Beat eggs, sugar and salt with hand mixer in medium bowl until sugar dissolves. Beat egg mixture into chocolate until smooth. Beat in flour until just combined. (Batter can be made a day ahead and refrigerated; return to room temperature an hour or so before baking.) Before serving dinner, adjust oven rack to middle position; preheat oven to 450 degrees. Line standard-size muffin tin (1/2 cup capacity) with 8 extra-large muffin papers (papers should extend above cups to facilitate removal). Spray muffin papers with vegetable cooking spray. Divide batter among muffin cups. Bake until batter puffs but center is not set, 8 to 10 minutes. (If using smaller cups baking time will be shortened.) Carefully lift cakes from tin and set on work surface. Pull papers away from cakes and transfer cakes to dessert plates. Top each with sugared raspberries and serve immediately.



July 21, 2006


UPDATE: Keep the entries coming!

Who wants to win something from the RoD Blog Cafe? After AG asked if we had thongs in the blog store, Res suggested AG select something to be printed on them. At that moment, the “Name AG’s Wedgie Thong Contest” began.

Now get your creative juices flowing. You have until 31 July 2006 to submit those ideas to adorablegirlfriend at gmail dot com.


And don’t send AG pictures of you in your underwear, Butchie.


July 11, 2006

In Loving Memory of Rebecca Cross, Our Nepantlera and Guide in the Shadowlands.  Thank you for your courage, passion, and dignity.  We miss you deeply.

In Beauty May I Walk, A Navajo Indian Prayer

In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
On the trailed marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet may I walk.
With beauty may I walk.
With beauty before me, may I walk.
With beauty behind me, may I walk.
With beauty above me, may I walk.
With beauty below me, may I walk.
With beauty all around me, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.

{poetry wednesday}

July 11, 2006

In memory of Rebecca Cross, who pressed mind and body hard against this world.


Now give heart’s onward habit brave intent:
Hammer the golden day until it lies
A glimmering plate to heap with memory;
Salute arriving moments with your eyes.

We live, we are elected now by time,
Few out of many not yet come to birth,
And many dead, to use the daylight now,
To stand beneath the sun upon the earth.

Then break the silence with a voice of praise,
Before we fall asleep, before we die;
Press mind and body hard against this world;
Open the door the opens toward the sky.

Excerpt from “Address to the Living”
John Holmes, 1937

Leaving on a jet plane…

July 7, 2006

Summer vacation is here! OK, not really, but mini vacation is here.


The guessing can begin on where UC and AG are going. A few hints:

Dinner on Saturday night will be at a restaurant that is known for being “the best sushi” on the continent that hosts such a wonderful city.

The city has the highest percentage of foreign born residents when compared to any other city in the world.

Only one individual of the UC and AG alliance has been there before. You have to guess which one. Think about what you know before you lay down your money, because you gotta know when to hold ’em and know when to fold ’em.

Residents of the city have the highest dining out rate in the nation.

There are no freeways downtown.

There is nearly one automobile for every two residents.

Sean the cobag will not be there and neither will Brian-the-beer-pong cobag!

Have a fun weekend!

{poetry friday – two}

June 30, 2006

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing.

Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;
Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light,
Nor its grave evening demand for love;
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white clouds
And whispers of wind in the listening sky:
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.

Born of the sun, they traveled a short while towards the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Stephen Spender

{poetry friday – one}

June 30, 2006

What is required of us is the recognition of frontiers between the centuries.

And to take heart: to cross over.

Those who are killed in the place between out of ignorance, those who wander like cattle and are shot,

those who are shot and are left in the stone fields between the histories – these men may be pitied as the victims of accidents are pitied but their deaths do not signify.

They are neither buried nor otherwise remembered but lie in the dead grass in the dry thorn of the worn light. Their years have no monuments.

There are many such in the sand here – many who did not perceive, who thought the time went on, the years went forward, the history was continuous – who thought tomorrow was the same nation as today.

There are many who came to the frontiers between the times and did not know them – who looked for the sentry-box at the stone bridge, for the barricade in the pines and the declaration in two languages – the warning and the opportunity to turn.

They are dead there in the down light, in the sheep’s barren.

What is required of us is the recognition with no sign, with no word, with the roads raveled out into ruts and the ruts into dust and the dust stirred by the wind – the roads from behind us ending in the dust.

What is required of us is the recognition of the frontiers where the road ends.

We are very far.

We are past the place where the light lifts and farther on than the relinquishment of leaves – farther even than the persistence in the east of the green color. Beyond are the confused tracks,
the guns, the watchers.

What is required of us, Companions, is the recognition of the frontiers across this history, and to take heart:

to cross over –

To persist and to cross over and survive

But to survive
To cross over.

“The Geography of Our Time”
Archibald Macleish