I admit it — I tried Suse out. Back then, and just last night. And both times, the same thought ran though my heart and soul: this is wrong! Totally, completely wrong! It haunts me still. I feel unclean. Sullied. It’s one of those perverse experiences that hit you at some core level, and you’re never quite the same. Suse is sick, twisted, as purely revolting as the shade of green she wore. The lizard brain, with its base instincts still buried in the cold stream. A different species – no, rather a mockery of our own species in its alien brain.

I hesitate to even describe my experience with Suse. But I must. And you, dear reader, would do well to leave right now and let Suse fade away into mythology, along with the cyclopses and Medusa’s hissing hair. But if you are bold enough, or perverse enough to remain curious, I worry for you.

Suse began innocently enough, with its sickly pea-colored graphical installer, which was actually not that bad. One of the first things it wanted to do was wipe out all my hard drives and build a new partitioning scheme. Honestly, I like assertiveness. But pushiness and gross assumptions turn me right off.

It wasn’t too bad figuring out how to use its “pretty/easy” partitioning, formatting and mountpoint tool. But Suse was clunky. Response times were drunken. I was happy it could handle RAID and LVM, and she even teased me into believing she could handle an LVM mounted root. Unfortunately, at the last moment, she backed out, telling me it “can’t be done”. Lies. From the very beginning. Lies. I can’t be done, dear Suse, it’s just that you’re too stupid.

So I handed a plain vanilla partition to Suse for her /boot so she wouldn’t be confused. I saw nothing about supporting iSCSI either, that I can remember. I do admit it was nice being asked if I wanted a Gnome or KDE environment to live in. Very thoughtful to ask, Suse. And then she started moving in her hundreds of packages from her 4+ gigabyte install image.

I couldn’t watch. So I took the opportunity to use the bathroom while she worked away, and eat some dinner. But when I came back, the fancy graphical install screen had turned to flashing, scrambled block patterns, like a video driver explosion, and nothing could be done. Stupid thing. But she was at least trying to be attractive.

So I physically hit the switch and rebooted. Up come that vomitable green again with a boot menu obviously written in her earlier, extreme drunkeness. Or maybe she’s schizophrenic. The point being, my only boot choices were her, or I could boot 3 Windows partitions that weren’t even bootable by Windows, or “Other Linux Distribution”. I chose her, wanting to give her a further chance. And to my surprise, she recognized that she had failed, and continued with the install. Now that was unexpected and impressive. Some Suse programmer deserves a serious food and treats reward. Thanks to him, she momentarily regained her sanity and I was soon up in desktop.Well, a giant, low-res desktop. But a desktop, nonetheless.

I tried getting the nvidia proprietary drivers installed by adding their community repository to Yast – the repository that’s listed in the software center, labled Nvidia drivers. That’s neat. But when I told her yes, I’ll have some of that, she told me the repository wasn’t there. Suse is some serious crazy. And not in a good way. Even my primitive druid man Gentoo made getting the nvidia drivers easy. Suse just teases.

Firefox did work fine, and it was even easy getting the Adobe’s flash horror installed. However, when I installed Google’s Chrome browser, it came up with an error dialog telling me I had to tell it some root for extensions. I’ve never seen that before. Then again, when you spend some time talking to an insane person, you’ll hear many things you’ve never heard before.

I just felt wrong there with Suse, in her little alien madhouse. And when I rebooted, and chose to boot “Other Linux Distribution”, one of the 3 others currently on the system, I was just sent back into Suse’s delusion. She was taking over for good. And lying about it. Making it look like I was totally free to choose on my own, but making all roads lead right back to that creeping lizard.

So let this be a lesson to you: always install your boot loader on more than one hard drive. That’s how I finally escaped Suse’s clutches, because I always can boot from any drive in the system, and Suse only thought to take over the primary one as identified by the bios. And here’s where her stupidity actually came in handy.

So I told the bios to boot off one one of the alternate drives, and I went straight home to Fedora 16. Actually, my first instinct after such a trauma was to run back to Debian from the future. But I wanted to restore my primary drive’s boot loader. And Fedora is a real up-tight stickler for having all her proper drugs necessary for her to wake up. And sweet, earthy Debian has never had any need for such things, even though it does just as much. So I let Fedora rule the boot loader, since she’s so damn picky.

And this is where I’m back to now, just me and Fedora 16. But I know Suse is lurking deep in the machine, back in those quantum-spun positions, waiting. My next order of business now is to zero out her volume and deallocate her space, in the hopes she will be gone for good. But that’s the thing about monsters, isn’t it? They hit hard, when you least expect.

PS. I’m sure Suse is great and wonderful, and it’s just my own isolated experience, blah, blah, blah. Yes, if you’re insane.

Yesterday, though, perhaps as a subconscious reaction to the fascist shackles and narrow hallways inflicted upon us by proprietary operating systems like Windows 7 and OSX, I went a little nuts. Back to the search for my new workstation OS, I left the stench of caustic proprietary industrial chemicals and instead entered the stench of man sweat, heavy gears, lifting, and grease.

Gentoo users are what Arch Linux users imagine themselves to be: real men. You don’t even get in their club unless you pass through the Klingon pain stick ritual, where where if you come out alive at all, you’ve at least bludgeoned, bruised and bloody. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And those who survive, are brothers.

Ok, yes, slightly neanderthal brothers, I admit. You see, Gentoo has left the citadel, gone out into the wild plains, where these brothers live the natural life under the stars, pounding naked on drums while dancing around a bonfire, building and strengthening bodies and minds, and, well, do their druidic rites for whatever purposes, while the rest of the world rides in their silver spaceship to the sun.

Gentoo confuses me. He’s primal, wild and passionate. Painfully intelligent in such an exotic way. He’s a beast. And a spirit. And I can’t help but love him. He’s how I used to be. Before I was civilized by the unified space people. Before I compromised my dreams and aspirations in the name of convenience and responsibility.

Gentoo is a warrior, a kung fu master who can juggle the primal elements, and teaches you by forcing you to confront yourself. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female. It’s the essence that counts. And if that essence isn’t strong, persistent and true, you will break. That is the beauty. That is what binds us together.

Gentoo takes a lot of crap from people who say the only reason he’s there is because he’s obsessed with optimization. Gentoo is obsessed with optimization. He’s a kung fu master. But one does not know true meditation until the body and mind are one in optimized harmony. One does not know true meditation without a deep knowledge of self. And honor is what’s inside, not what is perceived by others.

That being said, Gentoo does make building a Linux box much simpler than using tape and paperclips. Their install image can be booted, or mounted locally for an install without having to reboot. Gentoo makes it easy to chroot into an environment where you can build the system, then just reboot in to carry on creating your own little world. Created however you, as the strong individual, might want it.

Over time, Gentoo has become more accommodating of people wanting to take the fast track, providing some selectable profiles that will make sure you get some of your dependencies handled for your bigger, future dreams. Like a desktop environment. You can’t help but imagine him sneering at you for taking a pre-packaged route. But he tolerates your weakness, knowing you’ll eventually find your own strength together.

Normally you wouldn’t find Gentoo “fraternizing” with someone like me, a one-night stand. But I’m not your average Joe, easily intimidated, quick to anger and burying any secret lack of self-confidence. I got in Gentoo’s face, meaning to take him on, no malice, no baggage, nothing to prove – only to see. You can’t describe such things. They can only be experienced.

And it was good. Gentoo has done an excellent job bringing all the various source packages that make up a traditional Linux OS and supporting stuff together. The dependency matrix through their packaging system, portage, is quite good. The difference is, you have to decide what you want. Do you want your IMAP client to support TLS encryption? You better make sure you compile with the dependencies in place.

If you stick to the pre-packaged sources in portage, and set your USE flags properly (which tell what you generally like compiling in support for), Gentoo is mostly hassle-free. I suppose some people may not know, but yes, Gentoo cooks every program on your system from scratch, downloading the source code for you, and doing its best to make sure you have already compiled the other things you’ll need to successfully compile what you currently want.

Users of other Linux distributions often accuse Gentoo users of obsessing about performance tweaks that Linux lets you do, such as taking advantage of very specific hardware capabilities your system might have, and experimenting with different approaches at compile-time optimizations you can sometimes exploit to boost the zippy-ness of a given program. Such things are obsessive. They can also be fun. And sometimes even useful in a practical sense.

But where I have found Gentoo most convenient is the fact that everything on my system, regardless of optimizations, I have compiled locally, myself. This means that when I want to experiment with a new software release that no distribution has yet conveniently packaged up for me, I can very easily compile it, just by downloading the source. I already have the header files or object files on my system for any dependencies this new package may require. And this can be very nice, because I don’t have to go searching for the correct “development” libraries that most binary Linux distributions would require you to install, in order to compile other programs against those libraries.

I could very happily build a life with Gentoo as my main workstation. If I weren’t a superficial bitch underneath it all. I want shiny, pretty, and I want everything done for me right now, and in the future, and I want it to not look home made. I want him to do everything for me, and I don’t want to have to do anything for him. That’s how it should be. And I’ll settle for a bit of a body fat, if he’ll take care of me. I’ll even smile.

That’s why I’m back in Fedora right now. Gentoo handled an install of root on LVM and RAID just fine, too, btw. Well, as long as you passed the right kernel parameters and built the initrd properly. You have to tell those burly men what to do. Just like Fedora requires it, but for no good reason. Debian from the future is on the flipside still, while I’m trying to make things work with Fedora. Good, faithful Debian Sid.  I wonder what you’ve been thinking, what updates have come since I’ve last been there. Maybe tonight I’ll see.

You know, Gentoo is real shit. Anything more bare to the metal that this and you’ll be crossing the boundaries over into science. Right now, no matter which desktop Linux distribution I eventually end up with, I’ve got in the back of my mind that I’ll be slipping out of the shiny citadel every once in a while, on those clear nights, with the curiosity and pull of the deep woods, to join Gentoo again – under the moon and stars, the bonfire only a small pinpoint from above, yet the raw source of all we have become.

The saga contiues: Psychotic SUSE 12.1 Linux – A Mythological Nightmare

I had no illusions that Fedora 16 and unstable Debian from the future would get along with each other completely, living on the same hard drives. And you know, they do, for the most part.

The biggest problem was, when I brought Fedora 16 home and installed, it played that cocky/arrogant, better than you card with poor unstable Debian, completely pretending like Sid wasn’t even there. F16 completely stripped Debian from the grub2 boot menu, along with Ubuntu. But Fedora 16 was happy to coexist with that fat, filthy Windows 7 partition. Go figure.

Fedora 16 denies it, saying it’s grub’s fault, not his. That’s a little like buying a house from a builder, and when the structural beams collapse, the builder says it’s not his fault, it’s his wood supplier’s fault. Sure. The thing is, many people with multiple OS’s didn’t experience this same problem, so it leads me to believe Fedora 16 has a problem detecting other OS’s installed on other LVM volumes, or some combination of RAID/LVM. I’m sorry, the version of grub Fedora chose to use – not Fedora’s fault. Yeah.

Anyway, it’s a quick enough fix. After you boot into Fedora 16 and run a software update, it seems you get a grub that’s been fixed, and will now detect your other OS’s just fine. You just have to be sure to rebuild your grub.cfg file, which I’ve documented if you happen to have this problem, too.

Once Fedora 16 is put in its place, it’s no big deal switching between Fedora and Debian Sid. But you know what, as lovey as even unstable Debian from the future seems to be, she’s not past a little backstabbing dagger herself, when no one’s looking.

If Debian Sid does an “update-grub”, all the OS’s on the system are detected just fine. Everything looks great. But when you find yourself wanting to be with Fedora 16, you’ll find Fedora 16′s been seriously drugged. Pretty well unusable, in my situation at least, though an “emergency” kernel parameter can get you to some sanity there.

What happens is unstable Debian is being very tricky. Sneaky even. When unstable Debian sees Fedora is there, it’s grub-mkconfig will very graciously put in a grub menu entry for Fedora 16, but the root device kernel parameter it will set to a dm device, which may or may not be the correct one, and doesn’t load all the grub menu image definitions that Fedora 16 needs, either.

Now, to be fair, unstable Debian is not psychic, even in the future… yet. How is it supposed to know which special modules Fedora 16 will need to wake up properly? But it should know better than to rely on a sequentially-numbered dm device for the root volume; the world is an unpredictable place.

And you know what? Fedora 16 shouldn’t be so picky and complicated about what it needs. I can say it’s Debian’s fault for drugging her, but I can also say it’s Fedora’s fault for requiring so much medication in the first place to get going. Must be a downside in the life of an elite corporate military secret assassin spy.

My feelings so far in co-habitation? I feel comfortable and safe with unstable Debian from the future. She’s always treated me right, she’s smart, and is far more intuitive and accommodating of my quirks than Fedora 16. Yet Fedora 16 is a badass. He’s lean, mean, no-nonsense, and literal as all hell. He’s got your back, unless you do something he doesn’t like, and then he’s just as likely to shoot you himself, then blame it on the stars.

These are my two right now. I’m making no commitments. Mint’s LMDE RC just came out today. I think it needs some attention. But in the meantime, I regret to say it, because it disgusts me, and this is where I am right now — in fat, filthy Windows 7. Writing this. Waiting for the last 13% of Skyrim to finish downloading.

I got it working by following these instructions, but I ignored their instructions on modifying the selinux configuration. I ignored it because, after researching the tickets related to the nvidia drivers in Fedora 16, selinux rpms have been recently patched, so you don’t need to do the modifications that site mentions.

So in the interest of convenience for whomever might wander by here, here is what I did to get the nvidia drivers working in Fedora 16 (be sure to run a software update first, to be sure you’re all current). Of course, be root for this. And rpmfusion is apparently an archive where Fedora places all its unsavory proprietary stuff, like nvidia. They don’t support it though. But they do. No, they don’t. (wink, wink)

Hook up with the rpmfusion repositories:

rpm -Uvh http://download1.rpmfusion.org/free/fedora/rpmfusion-free-release-stable.noarch.rpm
rpm -Uvh http://download1.rpmfusion.org/nonfree/fedora/rpmfusion-nonfree-release-stable.noarch.rpm

Install auto-rebuilding nvidia kernel modules:

yum install akmod-nvidia xorg-x11-drv-nvidia-libs

Move your old booty initramfs out of the way and make a new one without the pesky nouveau modules:

mv /boot/initramfs-$(uname -r).img /boot/initramfs-$(uname -r)-nouveau.img
dracut /boot/initramfs-$(uname -r).img $(uname -r)

A few years ago I wrote an article called Freedom is Free! on software creation and the oppressive legal issues surrounding it. Today I came across an NPR article that does a most excellent job of laying out the problem for people who may be unfamiliar with the issue.

So this quick post is solely for this purpose, to point out that most excellent article on the problems with software patents called When Patents Attack. In it you will find the twisted and manipulative logic used by “patent trolls” to justify their own parasitic greed.

Jake doesn’t mind the noise. It starts 2 or 3 days before the 4th, and continues 2 or 3 days after. Loud booms that feel like something slapped the top of your roof. You can hear some here.

They’re getting louder and more frequent now. Soon you’ll see them shooting into the sky, even before it’s completely dark. You can’t resist the anticipation, I suppose.

Here’s Jake playing catch an hour or so ago. I found a hole he dug, too, and he gets disciplined.

Data types can be many things; numeric, integer, floating point, text, binary, dates, times, addresses — data types can be anything a database daemon was designed to support.

A problem can arise when you have a data container that is empty, awaiting data. For example, if your data type is integer, you may believe that a 0 represents nothing. But a zero represents a 0, not nothing, even though a 0 can represent nothing to us. Some databases might automatically place a 0 in a data container if no other value was provided. Other databases might not be so bold and reckless.

The problem is more apparent when considering text, or strings. If your container is meant to contain a string, yet you find yourself with no string to put in it, you have to ask yourself a question: “is the fact that I have nothing to put in it purposefully nothing – an empty string – or is it instead that it is an unknown, or undefined?”

Consider being told that you will have something done for you on Thursday. That’s great. It fits nicely in the date container. However, the Tuesday before, when you re-query the person, you find out that it may or may not happen on Thursday. If that confluence between a date and an event were to be filled, should it be an empty value, or an undefined (NULL) value?

Really, it depends upon the person who may or may not show on Thursday. Most people would say not to even define an event until that event is a “real” event. You can always add or delete things at any time. But that takes measurable work, and it consumes resources, and you have no built-in way to know if it’s tentative or not – it either is, or it isn’t going to happen.

A null in this case is very good at stringing people along. The event will easily be update-able to be happening or not, yet will never cause a conflict with any other overlapping event because it has an undefined value – NULL.

Interestingly, database users still argue over the usefulness of nulls in databases. Opponents of nulls claim that nulls easily confuse people and that any facts of known, unknown, or undefined values should live in the logic of the program running, rather than in the structure of data reality.

On the other hand, proponents of nulls claim that nulls reflect the reality of experience, in that some data must have the potential to be undefined when it has not specifically been set, even to nothing — because in doing so you can then claim data related to that thing may also be unknown or undefined.

Unfortunately, the real reality is that people and their languages are not always the best at accommodating undefined things – whether they are the ones generating the undefined things,  attempting to process them, or just simply to sensibly store them, in relation to any knowns.

Personally, I like nulls. Because they tell a story — and a fuller, richer one at that. Just keep in mind your own logic and language issues. Oh, and of course, those same things of others.

So far, this year, there is only bright orange lifted high up, blooming. But more will come, eventually. Why was a bird inside?

I peek through the low green leaves that hide what is within, to find a nest made smoothly cupped in soft dog hair that shed from Jake.

Crazy little birds begging each day for seeds, and this one here wanting the wild flower hanging pot to nest! They are not shy, nor easily fear.

Then two days hence a little egg left seated all alone, wrapped in that small pristine bowl of dog hair made me think

I’ve killed them all! Me just using the Bayer fertilizer a chemical that can’t be touched and kills bugs who dare eat — perhaps even the not-yet-living bird.

And then another egg for two! The parents, unknowingly bound to raise them in my chemical mess, and I don’t know what to do

But hope, and swear I will never ignore again because I never know what unexpected happenings, may happen – and I am largely why.

But hope, offering what cleansing rains I can, in a hope for what I’ve done.

Time flies. But it cheats, being woven into the fabric of the space of the reality we perceive. And 6 years ago, whatever that is, I wrote a little piece called Warped Gyrations – Gravity Probe B which hinted around the NASA and Stanford experiment.

The satellite was called Gravity Probe B and it had gyroscopes; amazing gyroscopes with perfectly smooth balls, at least down to 40 atomic layers worth of smooth.

And smooth balls are sensitive balls. They’ve been up in space around Earth spinning, while the Earth spins. If Einstein is right-ish, then things spinning in space will drag the fabric of spacetime along with them, as if all space were a very slightly clingy, viscous liquid.

Now, these several years later, after analyzing the data, scientists can verify this: Earth creates its very own spacetime vortex as it rotates. More massive objects, such as neutron stars and black holes should downright twist spacetime insanely all around them. That’s just an extra added treat to enjoy as you’re swallowed up.

So for those of you who believe we benefit from the money invested in military science, just look at a couple of insights we have gained from this one, small experiment, practically free in comparison.

Jeff Kolodziejczak, the NASA project scientist says, about Gravity Probe B, “If experimental science is an art, then I would look at GP-B as a Renaissance masterpiece.” He’s right.

Most notably, to detect “frame dragging” of spacetime, as an object rotates within space, requires incredibly sensitive instruments, even for an object as massive as our planet. GP-B had to become a self-contained environment of near perfection, free from such terrible influences as the Earth’s magnetic field, or even the influence exerted by colliding with atoms in the course of orbital space flight.

It is a degree of perfection so extreme that it could not be allowed to interfere with itself, even to measure the spin of its own gyroscopes.

But it does measure them. The balls are coated with a nearly perfectly uniform metallic layer of niobium, which becomes a superconductor at the cryogenic temperatures inside Gravity Probe B — producing a tiny magnetic field as they spin.

But if you also have a superconducting wire wrapped around these balls, and are able to detect the quantum interference generated by the magnetic field, you can determine how fast they are spinning without even touching them, at all, with anything, even a harsh torrent of light particles.

The wider-landscape thinkers will be wondering, what about the Earth’s magnetic field getting in the way? Surely that would overwhelm any results you could possibly measure from small spinning gyroscopes.

And you would be right. That’s why you must discover a way to block the Earth’s magnetic field. No problem for NASA’s Kolodziejczak and his team. They’re using superconducting bags. Of lead. The gyroscopes live inside these bags. And these lead bags live inside a 400 gallon liquid helium cryogenic chamber, chilled to a nippy -456 degrees Fahrenheit. And that makes even lead a superconductor, effectively blocking the Earth’s magnetic field from the near absolute zero temperature.

All the while, Gravity Probe B has an eye watching the far star IM Pegasus. The star helps GP-B determine if the gyroscopes are tilting. This star will even be moving, along with the probe, but moving with precisely known rates which are accounted.

There is plenty more you can read about the probe’s devices at NASA if you’re interested. In the meantime, though, rest assured – as you walk through the room all spacetime does, indeed, warp around you. And not only that, you’re swimming around in the sticky stuff, even when only completely empty space surrounds you!

It’s freaky stuff. Important stuff. The nature of reality sort of stuff. I haven’t heard it mentioned anywhere in the larger public space. An event that will likely prove to be one of the telling events in the history of science – an event that will be taught to scientists for generations to come, silently passes us by.

What a curious thing to be alive in perception, at a given time point.

It seems a federal trial is beginning for a local man accused of shining a small, hand-held spotlight at a helicopter flying low over his house. Apparently the flashlight blinded Homeland Security Agent Dave Simeur, causing him severe pain, and almost made him crash. He also claims the homeowner, Wayne Groen, continued to chase him with the flashlight.

Being a man who spends most nights awake and outside under the stars, I know nighttime helicopters. Even here, far away from international borders, few nights go by without darkened, low-flying helicopters hovering by. I don’t know why. And I don’t even know who to ask. Do I contact the mayor’s office and ask, “what are all these helicopters flying about at night, and who’s flying them, and what gives them the right?”

I thought the airborne ruckuses might be primetime-worthy fugitive chases at first, except that their appearances are almost never accompanied by police cars or sirens. Often, they trace back and forth across a few miles, never going out of hearing range. Sometimes, they are moving very slowly, at a very low altitude, which does indeed rattle everything in the house. In the middle of the night. Which, if I were asleep, would infuriate me.

That’s what happened to Wayne one night while he and his wife were fast asleep. A loud roar, a shaking house, and objects rattling off the shelves. It wasn’t the first time. He ran outside, he claims, to see what the hell it was, and to warn it off the top of their house. It really does make an impressive rattling…

You know he was mad. Furious probably. Of course he was. And it’s perfectly natural. Those assholes don’t care one bit what they keep doing to people down below in their houses, you would think. And they don’t. Not really. Not enough. And so he shined the light: I see you, you son of a bitch! Look at me down here! Pay attention to what the hell you’re doing!

And then Dave the Airborne Agent thinks, how dare that stupid fucker shine a light up on a Homeland Security helicopter! We’ll teach that arrogant SOB a lesson in respect and get him behind bars! Let’s see, I’m blinded, and almost crashed – yeah – putting government agents in danger – yeah – and the neighborhood too maybe. It’s too bad we can’t just take him out, though.

Or was it really, as Dave’s testimony suggests; oh god! My eyes! It hurts! We’re gonna crash in this Blackhawk helicopter that fights in war zones, from a flashlight! Holy moley my friend co-pilot, are you okay?

You know what, asshole helicopter pilots, agents, officers, or whatever you are, who fly low down around people’s homes all dark and secret-like at night… watch out! Wayne’s certainly not the only one you’re pissing off. If thoughts were crimes, the fantasies I’ve had about downing a few of you… and I’m about as far being a violent person as you can get.

And if a flashlight can so easily take you and your $14 million warplane out, just wait until you go up against my slingshot!

Do you think I’m being uncaring, insensitive or disrespectful about agents and police and pilots who are just doing their job when shaking houses apart in the middle of the night? No, the “just doing my job” excuse was long ago used up. For everyone. In everything. It’s your responsibility if you get slapped upside the head eventually, when you’re continually harassing and terrorizing people – for whatever reason.