cable guy

So a few weeks or so after the wedding, I walk into the computer room at home, and notice that my Windows machine (which had been running for a few months with no issuues) is at the BIOS screen. “okay”, I think, “something small has happened and I’ll just reboot.” Uh-uh. The SCSI controller is complaining that it can’t make its wide negotiation with one of my drives (the 80GB 10,000RPM guy). Well, it says to check the cables, but I hope that’s really the problem. So, I never get around to fixing it because I’m so busy getting the rest of the house in order, living the married life, and working.

So finally, last night, I decide to take a look and see what the problem really is. I disconnect the cables from both hard drives and the adapter doesn’t complain. Good. At least that somewhat eliminates the adapter as the problem. Now, I hope it isn’t the drives. So, I reconnect the drive that wasn’t having issues, and the controller complains that there’s a termiation problem and that I should check the cable. Great, this is pointing more and more to actually being a cable issue. so, I replace the cable with another SCSI cable (happen to have 3-4 68-pin SCSI cables lying around) and voila! It works! no complaints from the controller, so I think that was the issue. A huge sigh of relief 🙂


coolest thing ever…

When I was growing up, I loved those kitschy educational films from decades past. I always wished that I could get them to view on my own time. When I got into video production, I thought it’d be great to have those old films at my disposal to splice in pieces as at will.

Now, my wishing is over. I thought I was going to fall out of my seat. I was reading an article bashing Creative Commons, when the author made mention of a film archive of those very same old education and training films!

There’s lots of other stuff there, too. Check it out!


New Crack City

So A2C and I are in DC for a little R&R. We go shopping one day, and she gets me to try an iced-decaf-soy milk latte at *$s. I have to say, I’m hooked. We got a coffee/cappuccino machine for our wedding, and we just made some at home this last weekend.

Now, I’ve tried avoiding caffeine for a long time, as it has some pretty bad effects on my sleep. However, I think I’ll have to find a place for this new fascination.

Ah, sweet addiction, thy name is iced-decaf-soy milk latte.


iPod mini annoyance: fixed

I love my iPod mini. The one annoyance I had with it was that when it wakes from a deep sleep (not used for 36 hrs), it loses some settings. Primarily, the one that annoyed me was the cliker settings. I generally set it to off, to save power, and so it doesn’t, well…, click. There were also issues about the main menu items and all that, but it didn’t bother me so much.

As of the newest firmware (1.4), they have fixed this issue. Thank goodness! Unfortunately, they broke the Smart Playlist feature. You see, the Smart Playlists on the iPod would update if you changed some attribute (typically the rating) of a song on the iPod. Now the feature only works while you’re in iTunes. This is supposed to be fixed.

John Gruber has some interesting views on the podcasting phenomenon, and why Apple had to release new firmware and iTunes.



so, I’m reading slashdot, and a submitter’s name suddenly strikes a chord in my memory. I follow the link in the story, and find that we have the same alma mater. intrigued, I shot off an email trying to see if there is a connection.

Within an hour, I receive a reply. The person not only identifies me, but a few key words in the mail totally bring the memories of where we knew each other from rushing back. How cool is that?

When I was a shy nerd back in the junior high days, my parents forced encouraged me to “broaden my horizons” by going to summer camp. As it turns out, it was the best thing I did in my youth. I met lots of great people and had wonderful experiences.

So there’s a flurry of email exchanged, and it turns out that this person has also kept in touch with others from our camp days! Man, I hope we can all get together and catch up on the last several years soon!

Anyway, this really made my day 🙂


Nerd Badge of Courage

So, I just signed up for an account on an OpenPower Project machine in Germany. Power as in PowerPC – the chips that have been powering Macs for the last decade+. It’s sponsored by IBM.

You are allowed to develop and run code on this platform pretty much as you like. They’re trying to get interesting development projects happening in an atmosphere of sharing and innovation. Pretty cool if you ask me.

What am I going to do with it? Who knows. Mostly just play with some test code and benchmark it with other platforms. Plus, it gives me a +5 in geek cred 🙂 Should be fun!


The Future is the Remix

William Gibson is cool. I’ll have to admit, I’ve only read a few essays by him, and have yet to delve into any of his major works (Neuromancer – defined the cyberpunk genre).

So, this article talks about how appropriation, or "cut ‘n paste" has become the way that new works will be created. I guess it’s an old idea, but he puts in into words in a very nice way.



In all things there is a balance. With joy comes sorrow, with death comes life, and with beginnings, ends. (cue Barber’s "Adagio for Strings")

As I approached the microphone, the cacophany of sniffling noses and choked moans of emotional release rang in my ear. Could I keep my composure long enough to let those present know what I felt? My mind was awash with memories of the smell of an aged iron skillet, the taste of cheese toasties on a cool summer day. All I knew is that I missed her already.

As I approached the microphone, accompanied by my 2 older cousins, the gravity of the day truly sank in. There would be no more time together in this life. There would be no more phone calls, enquiring as to the presence of cars in the driveway. There would be no more Thanksgivings or Christmases spent with everyone gathered around.

The words to the sentimental poem left my mouth, but rang only a cold din in the chill of the parlor. Though the words were true, they could not convey the emotion that swelled as they were read.

The sincere outpouring of stories from lives she had touched brought to light the profundity of the impact this one woman has had in her time here. I realized at the visitation, as the hordes of friends and family crowded past, that she had not only touched these lives, but truly shaped them. Some were taught to sing. Others had learned life lessons in tolerance. Some were still in awe of her immense compassion and love.

I will remember many things. There are the usuals, like the love that she showed all her grandchildren, or the wisdom and learnings from her experience-rich life. I’ll always remember the time she (an old caucasian woman, as white as white can be) taught me (a little Korean kid) how to use chopsticks. This thought always brings a smile to my lips.

As the Taoists might say, she was the center, holding the family wheel together and allowing it to function. She is where we all returned. She is where we all found reconciliation, understanding and forgiveness. She showed God’s love to those around her, never judging, always accepting.

I’m glad I got to see her before she left us. The doctor said if I wanted to see here it should be soon. I’m glad I took the opportunity. I was at lunch with Gene and Dan at the seafood buffet, when my phone rang at about 2:15 on that Saturday. A week later, I was home, and visiting her. I remember I gave her a kiss on her cheek and held her close one last time before I had to catch my plane back to the east coast. I count myself truly blessed because I was able to tell her how much I love her and how much she’s meant to me all of my life.

The only regret I have is that she was not able to see my wedding. She passed only 3 weeks prior. Interestingly, on the day of the wedding, a bird had entered the reception hall. I’d like to think that in someway, this represented her presence there. Somehow, God wanted me to have a physical reminder that her memory would always be with me, particularly on those special days.

If there were one thing more I could say to her, it would be, “You will always be in my heart. You will always be grandma.”


Grandma was right…

You know, back when I was a kid, I thought it was so stupid when some well-meaning adult would say, “you know, that’s how wars are started!”, in response to kids in disagreement on something. I remember thinking, “yeah, right. As if world leaders are really so childish as to put the lives of their countrymen at stake for really pedantic reasons.” I always thought that the world of adults was about really important things, and that they were above playing silly games, or starting conflicts over seemingly meaningless words or actions, or doing completely irrational and stupid things.

To all of you well-meaning adults who have ever uttered those words, my sincerest apologies.