This is just a follow-up to the post last week about squirting your web traffic through dactyl. The service is now password protected and is quite easy to use. Details are after the jump.
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I think I’m getting to email overload, I just realized that when I fire up my email program, it checks 11 different email accounts. Only 5 of them actually get regular use, but it’s kind of obscene.
So how many email accounts do all of you check?
When I left Dartmouth, I set up my alumni email and then promptly forgot about it until today. This is a bit of an apology for not replying to the 125 messages that you all have sent to me over the last 2 years. Whoopsie.
I’m not sure what happened, but dactyl mysteriously crashed last night at about 7:30. It’s a little bit worrisome because (excluding the first weeks when dactyl was woodbox and overheated all the time) the machine has only crashed once before. Hopefully this was a random rare event and not a sign that the hardware is starting to die.
As a reminder though, everything on dactyl from user accounts and directories to the blog does get backed up on a daily basis. If something catastrophic happens, I’ll move everything somewhere else in fairly short order.
If, at some point, dactyl doesn’t respond for what you need to do, follow this procedure. 1) (assuming you’re off campus) make sure you can get to www.dartmouth.edu. If the entire campus’s connection is down, dactyl is definitely going to be down. 2) send me an email saying something like “dactyl wtf!”
Jerod was the lucky person to answer the phone this morning and did a quick reboot fixing things, so he gets a shout out.
I’ve been avoiding posting too many pictures of Sarah on the blog since a) it seems odd that perfect strangers might come and see my child’s baby pictures and b) it seems like she should really have some say in whether people see her pictures or not. Since she’s not going to be capable of giving consent for a couple of years, the pictures are going to be kept away in unlinked portions of teh intarwebs.
However, sometimes I just have to post them.
She really likes baths.
If any of you would like to be included in the official bi-weekly email giving the location of the secret photo page, just let me know.
As in, this post is worth only that, but seriously, check out this crazy baseball play. Statistically everything has to happen once, right?
I has come to my attention that there is a family stage at Lollapalooza. WTF? Or in the words of Tony Kornheiser, when did that happen? They’re calling it Kidsapalooza, but I like my title better.
I discovered this fact while reading an article on the neverending-and-stomach-churning-saga-of-stupid-Brett-Fah-vrah: the thesis was that both Slash and Favre are above the law, but I have to salute the creative opening and the laugh-out-loud story, which I will quote directly b/c I’m lazy.
We have Slash to thank. He and Perry Farrell were the headliners at the kid’s stage on Sunday. Slash walked out wearing a hat that said “(expletive)” in large, black letters. He lit a cigarette, then flicked it into the crowd of children at the conclusion of “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” A young boy caught it, dropped it when it singed his hand, then picked it up again and screamed excitedly.
Slash was awesome. And the kids seemed to fully appreciate his awesomeness, even though most of them were not yet 10. He just stood there, rocking, smoking, wearing the obscene hat, and a bunch of very small children loved him.
After the set, it seemed necessary to have a brief evils-of-smoking discussion with my daughter, since we’d both just lunged for a discarded cigarette. But she cut me off.
“Duh, he’s a rock star. He can do whatever.”
There are certain lessons that only Slash can teach your kid, and that’s one of them. The rules are very different for rock stars.
