Upgrading to Linux 17.3 Rosa

January 9, 2016 § Leave a comment

Hay un montón de sistemas operativos en el mundo, pero ¿alguna vez has visto un Linux que es de color rosa?
Pat Harrington Jr, whom we lost on January 6, was one of the credited voices for the 1969 Pink Panther Show. If you like the original theme you can hear Doug Goodwin’s recording of his composition.

Firstly, I did this the slow and careful way. I made backups onto my WDD Passport. I even backed up my Raspberry Pi files and exported my Firefox bookmarks into an HTML file onto my USB drive. I used the Backup Tool to backup my software selection sources and my files. I used the Community tutorial, though and not the simple upgrade method here. I reformatted and overwrote my partitions as I have a dual-boot. My ntfs partition is safe.

As I type this, the terminal is running sudo apt-get upgrade. Bleachbit on the desktop works but Tor Browser does not (reinstalls Tor Browser, moves it to desktop, it works!). A few of my software packages (i2p, Atom) did not survive the installation but they’re free and non-critical.

The important thing is that I backed up successfully and showed I can read directions and find other things to do while the backup tool is doing its thing.
Firefox has retained my personal privacy settings, insure DuckDuckGo, StartPage, search.disconnect.me are among the top search engines.

I have found that my sound went away twice (solved with sudo alsa force-reload) as did my X-Windows (sudo dpkg-reconfigure xserver-xorg) or (sudo apt-get install –reinstall xserver-xorg).


2016: So much promise, so little time

January 3, 2016 § Leave a comment

Twitter time and output will reduce. I believe all of six followers out of 295 accounts actually read what I write and four only occasionally, which makes me think my content is not in keeping with Twitter standards or that I don’t perpetuate my content through less-immediate channels.

No celebrities other than the occasional Brit or Canadian, not much sports, Canadian-only politics, reclaiming some self-confidence and autonomy through personal achievement and improvement: not what Twitter wants to feature. The people who have time for me in real life don’t check into this social media platform very often. The time I spent last year on Twitter could have been invested in better, different endeavours. For example, I could have written more to my friend who told me a few months ago she had stage 4 cancer. I haven’t seen her online since October. I mailed a card at Christmas time.

I don’t expect my audience to grow, but I do expect my noise intake to decrease. I’ve added the RSS feeds of some of my favourite content providers for online browsing.

Here are my largest Red Notebook topics for 2015, in alphabetical order:

#ADHD, #diet, #encryption, #exercise, #keto, #lifehacker, #linux, #lowcarb, #movies, #onion, #pgp, #privacy, #python, #raspberrypi, #recipe, #recipes, #reddit, #sigils, #todo, #tolisten, #toread,  #towatch, #tutorial

I feel excited and energized by the availability of online courses, new music, voices and ideas.

I’d like to be pleasantly surprised by people more often and less often let down by thoughtlessness or perceived malice this year, including my own. I will experiment with subduing the ego and opening perception. I’m writing more letters to people.

I will do more things that scare me and have some risk of failure. I nestled in homeostasis and was happy to let the world pass me by if it were mostly engaged in perpetuation of barbaric practices and self-destruction, until I woke up and recognized some of the people I care much for were moving ahead without me.

外国人 (foreigners) turn out for お盆 (Obon Festival)

November 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

I dreamed I was in Japan at Obon Festival. I was staying with my brother’s in-laws. It was morning and I said “ohayou gozaimasu” to the family. I retreated to a room and had a long conversation with my sister-in-law’s dead grandmother. The grandmother didn’t tell me if she was maternal or paternal grandmother. We talked a long time, and I felt she gave me a lot of wisdom and understanding. I returned to the family and told them about my conversation.

“That’s very funny. You don’t know Japanese and she didn’t know English.”
We laughed and I nodded. “The dead talk in a different language.”
My sister-in-law’s sister-in-law, who knows no English beyond “hello” and “thank you” asked me “breakfast?” and I flipped through my phrasebook trying to find the Japanese word for “breakfast” and came up with something impossible to pronounce. Then I remembered they had “morning meals”, not really breakfast, so it made sense I wouldn’t find the word.

“I like Japan, but there are some months I would rather not be here,” I said.
“What months?” my brother’s best friend asked.
“June through August!” I laughed. Obon Festivals are in July or August, depending on the region of Japan.

My brother’s best friend was in Japan for Obon too. He and I found my brother in a large paneled room, gazing at an illuminated trophy case. My brother was wearing an old-style Vancouver Canucks (black, yellow, orange with skate logo) jacket, unzipped. “Hey,” we said to him. “Whatcha you doin’?” He looked at us. “Do you want to go… home?” His friend subtly shook his head at me, in a “let’s not say anything that’s going to set him off or cause trouble” way. We were guessing at what “era” my brother’s ghost was presenting. The ghost didn’t say anything about his son, or his wife, didn’t look overweight, and the jacket badge logo suggested the early 1990s. “Aren’t you cold out here?” I asked. “Where should I be?” he asked. I was thinking his bones would be divided between our mom’s grave and wherever my sister-in-law was keeping them but didn’t want to say that.

Bonjour, Terre!

February 22, 2011 § 3 Comments

This Donors Choose project was funded a tiny little bit by one person, and a whole heap by Google.

I asked for the project to be retweeted. I sent notices to the school’s PTSA newsletter, and they were published, one a week for two weeks, until the project was funded.

I incorporated a link to this project on some local “we care about our public schools, and our public schools teachers” communities. I challenged people who used forum threads to champion one school board candidate and disparage an opponent to fund the project by $20 per winning candidate. They didn’t do that.

But only one person and Google funded this project. Mostly Google.
Seven people clicked on the link I posted on Twitter, but I know none of those people who clicked funded the project.

If every parent in the school donated $1.50 to the project it would have been funded.

If every person who donated to a Seattle School Board candidate donated $0.30 to the project it would have been funded.

If every PTSA BOARD MEMBER of the school donated as much to this project as they did to a pro-education reform, pro-charter schools candidate, this project would have been funded.

If every US-based Twitter account who BEGAN following me post project-publication retweeted to their hundreds of thousands of followers, and .1% of them gave $2, the project would have been funded.

I feel that I went to the appropriate online areas, but those appropriate areas are not populated with people richer than I, who care as much as I about this project.

I thank Google and that one other person for fully funding the project, but I am reversing my thinking on asking the US public, especially Seattle, for help. If my state legislature is not interested in funding fully public education, why do charter school operators, who want public funding but none of the accountability, think they can succeed here?

I can’t even get people in a community of “let’s support our teachers!” to contribute to a project that wouldn’t even go to DonorsChoose.org if the school district hadn’t made staffing budget cuts, if the school itself and its PTSA had amassed hundreds of thousands of dollars (I was a PTSA school treasurer, I know how large those accounts can be!) to retain staff and fund itself adequately for supplies, if the state legislature fully funded state education. I wouldn’t have posted the project if I didn’t know the teacher to be excellent, and if there were not a donation drive already run by the school PTSA.