A big posse of us just went down to the data center and figured out where every single UNIX host is, and figured out if it needs to be relabeled, and recorded oodles of information, and soon we'll be updating our records with that info, and a big huge relabeling effort will soon be undertaken to make it possible, nay, LIKELY that when your favorite critical host breaks, someone will be able to find it to unbreak it.
the implications are myriad and complex.
but this is the key:
If in the performance of your duties you find it necessary to modify certain aspects of a host's manifestation on the physical plane, such as:
which rack it's in
any of its various names
its state of residence
its marital status
please, oh please, submit a change control ticket. In this ticket please explain what you wanna do and what you're gonna do it to. I'm working with various groups to make this easy and straightforward to do. Soon we'll have really good ways to submit and check this information.
But for now I ask that you, the Implementor, the Wielder of Root, take care to ensure that the information we so desperately need is maintained and updated.
If you don't I'm gonna kneecap you with a pipe wrench, I swear to God.
I'll be at the bar next door if you need me or want to see the wrench.
I've just completed the third consecutive night of my latest performance piece, entitled "Benjy's Getting 8 Hours of Sleep". In this piece, I lie in bed and fall into a deep trance until my clock radio clicks on and begins blasting the local smooth jazz station, at which point I regain consciousness and blindly pound my poor Panasonic with a fist until Kenny G finally goes away.
The physical effects of this nightly performance are astounding; I feel as though I'm on some kind of wonderful stimulant with no side effects. I should write a book. Hmm. "Sleep Your Way to Success"?
It almost terrifies me to lie down anytime before the point where I'm about to collapse. Last night it took me at least an hour and a half to fall asleep, and every five minutes I'd be seized with an urge to get up, shower, get dressed, maybe spend the night driving around San Francisco looking for a diner where I could get a cup of coffee and sit at the counter and read (deLillo's Underworld) and just go to work sleepless all so that I wouldn't have to lie still and think.
And somehow I found myself scribbling notes in my daily planner; I don't remember pulling it out of my bag, I just sort of became dully aware that I was writing instead of writhing around trying to count breaths or visualize my Happy Place.
Looking back on these notes now I see I've sketched a portrait of a stressed-out geek squatting awkwardly in corporate housing in the bucolic splendor of the goddamn suburbs.
------ check berkeley apt $/commute time?
need to write a distfile/set up CVS for config mgmt w/ revision control
call Rachel [this crossed out repeatedly]
!! TAKE VITAMINS !!
rpm install via http over vpn?
But I slept eventually, and I feel good today...