Saturday, April 30


FreeBSD is an open source Berkeley Sockets version of UNIX. Touted as the most robust and stable as well as popular TCP/IP stack in the world, Yahoo's websites run on FreeBSD servers. It is not Linux. I chose FreeBSD to install it on an older PC which was recently replaced with a much cheaper and 4 times faster, bigger, lighter, .... Dell PC for Windows stuff. The older PC is a multiprocessor PIII machine and one of the bigger concerns for installing anything on it was to make sure SMP support was available in the OS Kernel. Secondly, I had some experience installing Gentoo Linux on yet another older PC and I really loved the "portage" feature of Gentoo. However, the hardware support for Gentoo was dismal (at least in my experience). So I chose FreeBSD, even though it is not Linux. The Gentoo portage has been incidentally copied from the "ports" utility in FreeBSD and therefore I got the best of both worlds in choosing this OS. Additinally, I wanted something that would also support Asterisk - the open source IP PBX.

Current status of this project is as follows:
1. Installed FreeBSD base OS
2. Installed FreeBSD common packages
3. Installed FreeBSD Ports utility
4. Installed X and Gnome GUI components
5. Configured kernel settings for Symmetric Multi-Processing (SMP) and other hardware specific options/devices, and rebuilt the entire kernel for this custom hardware.
6. Installed the new custom kernel with SMP support in place of original kernel.

Next steps to do are:
1. Configure system to boot with a desktop manager (mostly Gnome).
2. Get CVSup port
3. Configure CVSup to use Asterisk
4. Download latest source and binaries for Asterisk via CVSup.
5. Compile Asterisk for server.

Other next steps for making this an intranet server are:
1. Configure inetd.conf file to start appropriate internet servers (telnet, ftp, www, samba)
2. Re-Start inetd (and thus other network services)
3. Configure NFS Server
4. Configure Print Server and spooler
5. Configure domain name and hostnames


The woods are lovely dark and deep...
but I have promises to keep...
And miles to go before I sleep...
Miles to go before I sleep.

Friday, April 29

My Cousin Vidhi

This is her Blog! Shes a poet....and a good one!


Thursday, April 28

The Bard Goes to the Super Bowl

This is why Frank Deford is my favorite sports writer.

---- Copyrighted Material ----

The Bard goes to the Super Bowl
by Frank Deford

act 1

Hail, young Bledsoe. What serendipity joins us quarterbacks
Here within the Quarter upon the quarter of the hour?

Beware, noble Favre, for soon enough, by Patriot authority
'Twill be your Green Bay team that will be draw and quarter-ed.

Forsooth, Bledsoe, for the quarterback you may be,
You speak with but a half a wit and full all of nothing.

Oh, mark me, good Favre, for though have they called you
Most Valuable of Players for your autumn grandeur
'Tis winter now, and this January encounter, will send you
Out upon your shield, and me aloft to Disneyworld.

EXEUNT the two quarterbacks.

act 2 scene 1

ENTER LORT RUPERT OF FOX, who delivers a woeful soliloquy:

How dismal is this television world,
That I should come from distant isle,
To empty all my pretty purse for rights
To this grossly spangled grid spectacular,
Yet find upon my field of schemes no America's team
To prance its star-blue rogues before a breathless fandom
(Nor e'en San Fran's heroes, measuring up to two score and nine)
But, instead, a coupled unknown elevens:
The underdog, hailing from the Athens of America, so call-ed,
It's better rival from a frozen crossroads, where, perchance,
More cheese resides than do viewers for Fox news.
Oh, what sparse ratings means this ghastly pairing?
Cowboys, Cowboys! Wherefore art thou, Cowboys?
But, soft ye now, here comes the rugged Parsells.


scene 2


Once I brought true Giants to this titled greensward,
But now, all my pigskin genius must be applied
Am I to obtain vict'ry for my current yeomen.
Alas, these Patriots are known, e'en 'mongst friends
As Patsies!

ENTER BLEDSOE AND MANY OTHER PATRIOTS, running cross the stage, exulting.

PARSELLS sees them and raises his arms in hope.

But hear me from without the sideline stripe:
With the royal arm of daring Bledsoe, I will make
The Pack the patsies and my own Patriots super men!

BUT SUDDENLY, there is a forbidding voice, and then a ghost appears before PARSELLS.

Beware, rank Parsells.

----------- Copyrighted Material -----------

This and many other fantastic sports commentary is found in his excellent book: The Best of Frank Deford: I am just Getting Started

Gladiator Nation

America is turning into a "gladiator nation". I think the onset of this trend began when Michael Jordan declared "I am back". Or may be I am wrong. Maybe this is just a process brewing for much longer than I can even imagine and is just getting faster and faster, like the athletes and sports heroes we watch on TV, on courts all around the nation and on "Inside the ..." programs after hours. As if the current sport superstardom is not enough to quench the thirst for starry-eyed-admiration of these jocks, ESPN now has a history channel of sports. My favorite sports writer, Frank Deford tends to agree.

My take on this state of affairs is that this is the first sign of a society heading towards decadence. In the last years before the Roman civilization headed into the "dark ages" Gladiators were the superheroes of the nation. The masses were estranged with the politicos, Caesar was but a mere puppet. What does that tell us? Is it that we as a civilization always *need* somebody to look up to? We need super men (and women) to show us that there are bigger greater things that can be accomplished by the same body that envelopes each one of us? Why does it have to be sports? Why not humanitarian causes? Why not intellectual superiority? There are pieces missing in this puzzle. It's strange. But then again, these are strange days.

Getting back to sports, Tiger won again, finally re-establishing that an American is still a leader in Golf - not the funny sounding Vijay Singh from Fiji (although he looks and sounds Indian to me), not the any number of South African's flooding the Golf circuits, not the paunchy fluffy American white boy in Phil Mickelson, but yes Tiger - none other than the super man himself. Sports commentators, TV sports anchors, Golf TV and Golf Digest must be finally relieved that they can reinvest in their hero again. Sometimes I wonder, is it really national pride, or is it all money. What drives American sports fans more - the fact that the superheroes they admire are american or the fact that they are being sold this product by capitalist league commisioners. Go figure.

Oh yeah, and Go Tiger!

Monday, April 25

The Shannonizer..

No Cinemax viewers - it has nothing to do with Shannon Tweed - so keep your shorts on! This is for those folk who think they know literature....