Posts Tagged ‘panel’

Configuration Management Panel at Open Source Bridge – Portland June 2009

May 20th, 2009

So, because I have so much copious spare time, I am running a panel on Configuration Management at OpenSourceBridge in Portland.  The on June 18th and entails:

Configuration management tools are finally coming into their own. Powerful, automated infrastructure management now available in a wide variety of open source tools. Tools written in different languages, using varying operational methodologies and embracing differing philosophies. Come meet some of the creators and maintainers of these cutting edge tools like cfengine, , AutomateIT, Chef, and bcfg2 and quiz them in the why and hows of their tools and the philosophies behind them.

The includes the following cool participants:

- Luke Kanies from Reductive Labs for Puppet
- Brendan Strejcek of Cfengine
- Adam Jacob from Opscode for Chef
- Narayan Desai of bcfg2
- Igal Koshevoy of AutomateIt

If you have any interest in CM or operations automation I strongly recommend you attend.

Expression Engine Update

July 4th, 2005

Just upgraded Expression Engine to version 1.3. It’s a great upgrade – especially the update to the Control . The new Control looks very slick. Some of the new features including the Quick Save option are great. I recommend any EE users upgrade to the new version (a bunch of bugs are fixed too). If you don’t use EE then there also a trial version you can have a look at.

Rust-free wheels

January 29th, 2005

Just got some from Mark the uber-brilliant Russian beater. The last of my rust toast. The Humber mostly rust-less (well at least the Humber bits that were completely fucked and stopping me getting a roadworthy are rust-less). So now – seat belts, new internal trim and then it’ll be able to get a road worthy and I can actually start driving it. Then I just need to re-arrange the garage so both Lu’s car and mine can fit in there. Bring on the foam padding for the wall of the garage to Lu identify when she needs to stop. :) *ducks in case partner decks him*.

The middle aged and rustless

December 13th, 2004

So the Humber at the beaters for rust removal. A lot of rust unfortunately. Removal of some panels ad bits have revealed some very rusty portions and the leaks in the rear windscreen have been revealed to be the result of the windscreen rim being rusted. But my amazing beater – Mark (Odessa Smash Repair in Roseberry in case anyone wants to know) – doing an incredible job of repairing it. The rust hole in the roof? The one that had me really worried? Gone. Like it wasn’t there. The rust in the passenger pillar? Same. Obviously at some point the car will need a re-spray but the rust will be toast and at the end my baby going to be much healthier and much prettier.

Mechanically minded

November 15th, 2004

All mechanicals fixed on the Humber. Yay me. And Nick the Elderly Italian Mechanic. Who very cool. And cheap. If incomprehensible. Car seems to lack a little guts – which I hope mostly because I haven’t taken it out and given it a bit of a spin and it also hasn’t had a full tank of gas in it yet. The lack of a spin mostly because I still need to fix a lot of rust before I can register it. Having a chap from a beaters look at it on Saturday and quote. Hopefully it won’t bankrupt me.

Car currently living in the garage though and it looks awfully cool in there. :)

Kitchens and other weirdness

April 24th, 2004

So the first post about our renovations. Now I know I am turning into a boring old fart. So kitchens huh? Well serendipity was at work at the first step – finding the kitchen has turned out to be really not overly painful. I am still waiting for the other ten pound weight to fall on my head because it seems to have been remarkably simple. Last weekend we started looking. We went to a kitchen place. Got a kitchen measured up and thought ‘Cool we have the first quote – now lets get a couple more.’

But during the week as I thought about the kitchen we have got specc’ed I more and more decided I didn’t like it and it sucked. Which was bad because we’d set a budget and the kitchen was in the budget and if that was all we were going to get for the budgeted money then we were going to be fairly unhappy about the kitchen – which to me a fairly fundamental problem as it room I spend at least 50% of the time I am not on the computer in.

So today we ventured out again to go to deepest darkest Auburn and Libcombe to look at two other kitchen places. Needless to say hopes were not high. We detoured via a hardwood floors place where we also choose the wood we wanted for our floorboards – kempas we like or maybe red gum. Given that the red gum twice the price of the kempas I figure Lu going to settle on that. :) And the hardwood flooring place also had a Greek Orthodox shrine packed with icons and crosses in one corner. Somewhat odd but I digress. We picked up some wood samples and on we went.

So we’re progressing – slowly up Parramatta Rd – which a total fucking gridlock nightmare with all the people heading out of town for the long weekend – and I spot a kitchen place. At the same time Lu spots a Fisher & whatever they are called showroom. We both yelled ‘Stop!’ and Lu proceeded to demonstrate that it never too late to want to become a rally car driver by crossing two lanes of Parramatta Rd without indicating and making a squealing left hand turn into the car park.

After some time recovering from Lu’s driving we proceeded to investigate. Turned out the damn appliance showroom was closed but the kitchen place was open. We strolled on in and propositioned Natalie – the rather foxy (stop reading for this sentence or two Lu okay?) German receptionist – to see if someone could design us a kitchen. And low and behold the first stroke of luck – Joe the kitchen design man had a cancellation and off we went. And design he did. We told him the budget and he looked worried. Then even worse from a budget point of view he persuaded Lu that ‘we must use granite benchtops.’ And I though to myself ‘dear god I am not going to leave here with my Visa intact.’

Then Lu started choosing stuff and I just knew I’d not walk out of there with any of my Visa card intact. She liked this kitchen and annoyingly as the work progressed so did I. Finally three hours later we have a kitchen designed and off Joe trots to print off the quote. He comes back and I close my eyes and whisper a little invocation to the home renovation powers-that-be that the quote won’t make me bitter and disappointed and hideously unhappy about choosing another kitchen because I like this one so much and we can’t afford it… I open my eyes and read the final number and go ‘Oh okay. We can afford that.’ And then ‘OH GOD WE CAN AFFORD THAT.’ And to top it off Joe then goes ‘and that figure includes installation and delivery.’ Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. And I just know I am going to regret this next statement – ‘and I thought this renovation business was supposed to be hard?’

P.S. The kitchen black. Jet black marble benchtops. Glossy black doors. White panels and probably white splashbacks. Lots of beautiful black.

Revenge – a dish best served cold

April 7th, 2004

This written by a former colleague, the very funny sarcastic_prat and will undoubtably make sense to some readers in light of recent news about our (former) employer.

Sorry in advance – only some of this will make sense, to some of the people…

Telstra – a new hope …

Not a long time to go, in a company not far, far, away…

Telstra Dome – Flight Deck …

An Operator (a BOFH to be precise) accidentally format’s a tape … the operator makes a strange, twisted agonised face, clutching their own throat and drops dead…

MEFCON1 and two storm troopers enter with PK. Walking over the fallen operator.

PK: Ziggy, I should have expected to find you holding MEFCON1′s leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board.

ZIGGY: Charming to the last. You don’t know how hard I found it signing the order to terminate your life!

PK: I surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself! especially after the way you ran OPTUS !

ZIGGY: PK, before your execution I would like you to be my guest at a ceremony that will make this Hostile Take-over operational. No company will dare oppose little Johnny Howard now.

PK: The more you tighten your grip, Ziggy, the more companies will slip through your fingers.

ZIGGY: Not after we demonstrate the power of the Telstra Dome. In a way, you have determined the choice of Sales People that’ll be destroyed first. Since you are reluctant to provide us with the location of the MANAGEMENT base, I have chosen to test this station’s destructive power … on your favourite salesman … DISCO DAVE !

PK: No! Disco Dave peaceful. He has no weapons. You can’t possibly…

ZIGGY: You would prefer another target? A MANAGEMENT target? Then name the location

Ziggy waves menacingly toward PK.

ZIGGY: I grow tired of asking this. So it’ll be the last time. Where the MANAGEMENT base?

PK overhears an intercom voice announcing the approach to Disco Dave.

PK: (softly) Goulburn Street.

PK lowers his head.

PK: They’re in Goulburn Street

ZIGGY: There. You see MEFCON1, he can be reasonable. (addressing another BOFH) Continue with the operation. You may fire when ready.

The BOFH checks it’s watch, (3am) smiles and calls technical .

PK: What?

ZIGGY: You’re far too trusting. Goulburn Street too remote to make an effective demonstration. But don’t worry. We will deal with your MANAGEMENT friends soon enough.

PK: No! not BUDDY BUDDY !

INTERIOR: TELSTRA DOME — BLAST CHAMBER.

MEFCON1: Commence primary ignition.

A button pressed which switches on a of lights. A hooded BOFH reaches over and signs a checklist, then
another checklist to check the previous checklist and so on, this goes on for quite some time.

MEFCON1 smiles and stares at the BOFH

The BOFH drops dead

MEFCON1: Ex-cellence

MEFCON1 presses a button (not signing any checklists!) and a bank of lights on a and wall light up. A huge beam of light emanates from within a cone-shaped area and converges into a single laser beam out toward Disco Dave. The small salesman blown into space dust.

In a large plush office block in Newtown:

The last Architect suddenly turns away and sits down. He smiles, seems almost ecstatic.

REDKAT: Are you all right? What’s wrong?

The Last Architect: I felt a great disturbance in the Force…as if millions of Salesmen suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I think something wonderful has happened.

- Respect & Props to the architects … revenge near …

Needless to say 3 guesses who the Last Architect :)

Washington Day 1

October 23rd, 2003

Came to Washington early. Was well over Baltimore and my conference. Caught the Amtrak to Union Station and then went to my hotel and checked in. Then picked up my camera and guidebook and started walking. I am staying near Georgetown and near George Washington University so I close to all the things I wanted to see.

Went first to the Lincoln Memorial. Which an impressive monument. And the Gettysburg Address has always moved me.

Then I walked down to the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial. Don’t know what I expected. I just walked up and down and looked. I took some and then wandered some more and watched and listened to people. It an incredible monument. It’s powerful and moving. It’s hard to get your head around the fact that there are 58,000 names on those pieces of black stone. 58,000 men who never came home to their families and loved ones. Who never had the chance to live. Ask the mothers, fathers, lovers and friends of those people whether any war worth it. Incredibly sad and incredibly frustrating. This the true cost of war. The only thing I think could add to the message of the monument that they need enough panels to write the names of the 3 million Vietnamese who also fell in that war.

There were quite a lot of older people there – several older couples – men and women in their seventies looking at names and taking rubbings of them. A group of immaculately dressed older women – like they were on their way to church on Sunday – holding one of their number and patting her on the shoulder as she cried quietly against the Wall. From their accents and conversation I gathered they were from somewhere in the south. I don’t know who the boy the woman was crying over was but from her age I would guess it would be a son. I wonder if she’d been there before and whether seeing that name was a comfort or a curse?

Then a group of laughing and mocking schoolboys walking past me – no interest in where they were at all. Then one of them stopped dead. He’d found someone with his exact name on the Wall – down to the middle name. They clustered around the name and looked serious – all their humour seemingly gone. Their teacher gathered them up and I watched them walk away – no laughter now.

Eventually I walked away too.

I walked up to the Washington Monument but couldn’t work out how to get a ticket to get in so just had a sticky beak and kept walking. Went all the way around the White House – got several stares from guys in black jump suits with Secret Service caps – I think partially bearded men with black overcoats and black jeans are probably on their list of potentially suspicious characters. Took some and kept walking. Walked all the way through Downtown and then up onto Dupont Circle. Then back to my hotel. Feet were bloody sore.

Tomorrow I’m going to hit the Library of Congress, the Capitol building, the Smithsonian, the National Archives, the Holocaust museum and whatever else in that general area.