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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 | | 2:30 pm |
A limerick.
I met a young lady named Ruby, A rapid-development newbie; With indents so reckless She got a Perl necklace: My Python left her feeling lube-y. | | Saturday, July 2nd, 2005 | | 11:09 pm |
Metasonnet
Modernity postmodernists reject, while modern rationality now finds romantic notions of the world suspect in Hegel's dialectics for our minds. And so this verse is rendered out-of-style by two or three deterministic shifts in taste among effete bibliophiles, some fortunately blessed with verbal gifts. Yet I, being but modestly endowed, enjoy the simple synapse-tickling rhyme and meter of our forebears who were proud to write with quill and ink, and take their time. So, gentle reader, when you chance upon it, please gently read and kindly judge my sonnet. | | Friday, March 4th, 2005 | | 10:18 pm |
Linux kernel compile times:
I have been playing with a little test OpenSSI cluster (see http://openssi.org), with a thought towards installing it on a larger compute cluster. I started doing kernel compiles on it just to see how well they would scale (not very), and that got me to benchmarking a lot of different machines. These were compiles of kernel 2.6.11 with gcc 3.3.3, using: # yes "" | make config # time make -jX Results: 2.4GHz Northwood Celeron (1GB), X=4 -- 18m 9s Athlon 1800 Mobile blade (1GB),X=4 -- 12m 15s Dual 2.0GHz Xeon LP blade (2GB),X=8 -- 9m 18s Dual 2.4GHz Xeon/533 (2GB),X=8 -- 4m 37s Dual 2.66GHz Xeon/533 (2GB),X=8 -- 4m 02s Dual 2.2GHz Opteron(248) (8GB),X=8 -- 3m 42s 4 x 2.66GHz Xeon (2 SSI nodes), X=16 -- 3m 15s 8 x 2.66GHz Xeon (4 SSI nodes), X=16 -- 2m 45s 16 x 2.66GHz Xeon (8 SSI nodes), X=24 -- 2m 12s I made other attempts but these were the best times for a full compile on each machine. I'm not surprised at how slow the crappy 128K cache Celeron is. But I'm _really_ surprised at how slow the 2GHz dual-Xeon blade server is. The 2.66 Xeons are surprisingly close to the Opterons; but in FPU I think the Opterons would leave the Xeons in the dust. Disk doesn't really seem to matter that much, but here's what they were: Athlon 1800, dual 2GHz Xeon: 30GB laptop disk (in blade server) Celeron: 40GB 7200RPM PATA disk Opteron: 73GB 10KRPM SCSI disk 2.4GHz Xeon: local SCSI->PATA hardware RAID 5 array on the SSI cluster's "storage server". 2.66GHz Xeons: above array, attached over commodity gigabit ethernet cluster interconnect (the 2.4GHz root node and similar storage node had loadlevelling turned off). Everything but the SSI cluster nodes on Gentoo running 2.6.7 or newer. The OpenSSI nodes are on their custom 2.4.22ish kernel (but 2.6 OpenSSI will be out soon, yay!). | | Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005 | | 10:21 pm |
Last night I dreamed that I woke up and God was looking down at me. He had a bemused look on His face. He was smiling and shaking his head. He seemed to be thinking, "here lies an unusual mix of unfulfilled human potentials." Since He exists outside of Time, He may have been thinking of my whole life (at least on Earth), and not just my life as it exists so far to me. But I hope not. He looked exactly like a 15 foot tall Jason Robards. Then I actually woke up. | | Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 | | 11:52 am |
Surly. Asocial. Depressed. Guilty. Listless. Old. Ornery. Moody. | | Monday, December 6th, 2004 | | 7:00 pm |
An Atlanta Dating Sonnet
Atlanta men are fortunate today, There are abundant women to be found In clubs and bars and cafes of our town And sometimes even where we earn our pay. Online, one finds aspiring Dottie Parkers Who post sardonic verse to troll for boys; And in Buckhead, if given pricy toys, The plastic trophy wives will strip to starkers. For men who like to take their pleasure Greek, Midtown and Ansley offer choice galore, From classy Sugar Daddy to man-whore. But all the straight men--metro, jock, or geek-- Are glad that all the hottest men are queer, Else we would never have competed here. | | Thursday, May 13th, 2004 | | 11:52 pm |
I haven't written anything here in a long time. So today I got one of those "gas out day" emails forwarded to me among a long group of recipients. You know, the one where the plan is to not buy gas on a given day. Not that you're not going to USE gasoline, mind you -- you're just going to buy it before or after that day. Those emails make me want to scream. It's a particular pet peeve of mine. First of all aside from the negative immediate impact on the economy, I don't really mind if gas prices go up. I think it will have a good net effect on energy policy. Which is good, because it's inevitable that gasoline prices are going to rise. We're already pushing $2/gallon and we haven't even hit the summer peak yet. They're going to continue to rise over the next few years, according to what I read, and then I have to admit that I will be amused at the consternation of the Hummer and Expedition drivers. But even more importantly, to think that any reasonably educated and articulate person actually believes that this could work, or even that sending such stuff out won't make her look like a moron, boggles my mind. It depresses me that people are this ill-educated, uninformed, unwilling to think -- whatever you care to call it. It depresses me even more when they don't even want to discuss it. So I group-replied. I now realize that I shouldn't have, but to me it is an item of basic internet etiquette that you don't send something out to a group that you don't want group-replied. To cc rather than lcc is to invite a group discussion. And she not only got mad at the content of my email, she got mad at me for group-replying. How can you get angry at someone for replying to a public email? After a couple more emails, I was seeing red. I got far more angry than was really reasonable under the circumstances. And she kept emailing me back, and I kept emailing me her back. It took me a while to figure out why this pissed me off so much. It reminded me of high school. Someone said something patently stupid and uninformed, and I wanted to discuss it and explore it. I pursued that in probably too aggressive a manner. Meanwhile people who don't really care to think all that much in a recreational way got pissed off at me for caring enough to research it and for wanting to look beyond the surface. That hasn't really happened to me since HS. My friend pointed out to me that since then I've been in a somewhat intellectually rarified atmosphere, and I suppose that is true. Not that I'm any sort of a genius or anything. But every time I'm forced to have interactions with people outside of that kind of environment, it is very frustrating to me. This may also be due to a certain amount of social incompetence. When it happened to me today, it reminded me of a very unhappy time in my life, and that made me madder and madder. I had to take a breath and step away to avoid saying really nasty things. Oh well. Hopefully it is water under the bridge, and maybe I won't lose her friendship. | | Tuesday, August 5th, 2003 | | 1:49 pm |
Writing contest. :-)
Inspired by the previous contests of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) weetanya and murnkay: Make an LJ entry (poem, prose paragraphs, whatever) that uses as many titles of a single artist's work (of any type) as possible, in a coherent manner, in as little space as you can. Then either post or link it under here. A good idea might be to either italicize or separately list the titles. Judges: wee tee and mee, and maybe murnkay if he wants. Prizes: the love and adulation of one's LJ admirers, and perhaps something else to be determined. :-) Here is my ineligible sample to start with, based on Thelonious Monk, using 20 titles in 12 lines of formal poetry (but that's just how I like to write, you can write in any style you want): A needle comes down on a platter 'round midnight, Then blue Monk and Rouse fill our hearing like round lights That bathe brilliant corners of our thoughts in pure white. Let's cool one while they fade in hue. Well, you needn't wonder at my introspection Let's call this a functional time for reflections, Thelonious hornin' in with interjections Of love and of something in blue. If you ask me now of the misterioso, While we feel our ideas fade light blue and yellow, Does no ugly beauty remain pure as fresh snow? When I think of one, I mean you. Titles of Monk compositions used: 'Round Midnight, Blue Monk, Round Lights, Brilliant Corners, Let's Cool One, Well You Needn't, Introspection, Let's Call This, Functional, Reflections, Thelonious, Hornin' In, Something in Blue, Ask Me Now, Misterioso, We See, Light Blue, Ugly Beauty, Think of One, I Mean You | | Friday, July 11th, 2003 | | 10:21 am |
So drunk to hell, I left the place, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking,
A hungry sound came across the breeze, so I gave the walls a talking.
I heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal,
And the birds were whistling in the trees, and the wind was gently laughing,
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go for a pair of brown eyes....You'd think that staying up til four on weeknights with slackers like nuwanda wouldn't do much for one's work ethic. Ironically, on the way home I did a "to do" list in my head and couldn't wait to get started on projects. Of course, that didn't last through the next morning. | | Tuesday, June 17th, 2003 | | 5:51 pm |
From a book I'm reading....
An interesting study of contrasting cultural touch behaviors was conducted by Sidney Jourard. He observed the number of touches per hour that took place between couples in cafes in four different locations: Gainesville, Florida; London, England; Paris, France; and San Juan, Puerto Rico. Consistent with what we know about cultural differences in touch, couples in the United States averaged only two contacts compared to 180 and 110 touches for couples in Puerto Rico and France, respectively. Only the English couples touched less than those in the United States; in fact, they didn't touch at all.For some reason, on the few occasions when I've been out with a European girl, I felt she was more standoffish. I think that must just be either some intimidation on my part, or a natural communication barrier. | | Wednesday, June 11th, 2003 | | 11:14 am |
| | Friday, May 30th, 2003 | | 5:32 pm |
Hangover
Meet a woman in a bar,
Chat her up an hour or two,
Hook up in a beat up car --
She will fall for you.
Easy not to have a care,
Leave her in a fleeting minute,
Just another trophy, there
for someone to win it.
Find a closer tete-a-tete,
Feel a little more alive,
Screw your clothes, just get them wet:
Take a running dive.
Play the doting suitor's part,
Plow a furrow straight and narrow --
She'll hitch up and pass your heart
Underneath her harrow.
| | Tuesday, April 29th, 2003 | | 11:02 pm |
Sonnet for a Horseless Carriage
A silver trefoil claims "My driver wins within the game of life" as it presents itself, announcing a Mercedes Benz production to an empty audience. Does such a car remember older scenes when quiet heavy drumheads stood in rows, steel brushes playing on the V16's of Cords and Packards ghosting towards chateaus? Can it look back on prancing teams of four, their coaches bearing hatted, tightlaced loads? While occupants and onlookers adore these vain and showy poltroons of the roads, the heroes are the unobtrusive thrifties: buckboards, Model A's and F150's. | | Saturday, April 19th, 2003 | | 2:05 am |
| | Tuesday, April 15th, 2003 | | 1:00 am |
Girl has a doll mounted in a case on the wall that was owned by her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. It has a little sheet in it that her mother wrote out listing the full names of the doll owners and their dates of birth and death (her great-grandmother died in 1915 at 26 years of age, poor thing). I surreptiously wrote it all down this morning, and being at home tonight I just got out my dip-ink stuff and practiced some. Then I lined off some cotton cardstock I cut off someone's wedding invitation, and redid it in a rusty italic, using a #4 speedball. I haven't done much calligraphy in a long time, and I haven't used dip ink in at least five years. I suck now, and this looks pretty mediocre to me. But maybe she'll like it anyway. | | Tuesday, April 8th, 2003 | | 11:10 pm |
| | Wednesday, March 19th, 2003 | | 1:00 am |
I just love me some taxes....
So, I just sent this really long essay on taxes to a mailing list a few buddies and I use. And after writing so much, regardless of mediocrity, I hated having such a small audience and I was interested in more opinions than I could get in that forum. :-) So, ( Read more... ) | | Thursday, February 6th, 2003 | | 10:58 am |
[trey] This morning I woke up wondering how much RAM I have, and
where I can get more. I was also wondering how much RAM other people I
know have -- my friends, my coworkers -- and if I was up to snuff
compared to them.
I don't mean RAM in my computer. I mean RAM in me, so I'd have a better
memory and be able to work faster.
It took me a while to remember that people don't have RAM slots. At least
not yet.
[dan] that would be pretty cool
[dan] or, some sort of flash memory
[vu] you don't have a RAM slot, trey?
--> vu thought everyone did. maybe it's just me.
--> asana is not going there
[waste] That's why all of us seemed to get faster after DDR came out.
--> andrea has to run emm386 in her head. I think its time to change
OSes
[allen] Hehe, one of those strange half awake, half asleep things
TRey?
[trey] exactly.
[trey] half-dream. | | Sunday, January 26th, 2003 | | 11:43 am |
My God, Shania Twain is annoying. I can't believe the shit that comes out of Music Row these days. It makes me want to hurl. Thank God for Lower Broad. | | Friday, January 3rd, 2003 | | 2:50 am |
Ode to Network Troubleshooting
For barbedpenis: System hiccup -- nslookup Hung and hasn't come back yet. Same with dig; an ifconfig Shows twenty-four bit masking set. We can ping the fucking thing, So why is nameres broken badly? nsswitch shows not a glitch, resolv dot conf's correct, quite sadly. On a reflex, DNS checks Work fine from the server racks. Somewhere back it's dropping packets In between the IP stacks. Aw, shit, someone pulled a dumb one; I sure hope it wasn't me. On the outer campus router, Who blocked out port fifty-three? |
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