Mars Rover’s Daily Boot

Scientists are pretty convinced at this point that Mars once held water, but other curious features on the surface have turned out to be the mission’s own footprints — strange flower-like patterns in the Martian dust are imprints from seams in the landing airbags, and shiny objects in the distance turn out to be discarded heat shields.

Unfortunately, the operating system on the Rover has taken to rebooting itself every time they download data from the craft. Appears there’s an issue with the FAT-formatted memory card in the craft, which leads to the OS thinking it’s out of memory when it isn’t. Talk about shipping with bugs.

Note: This post has been changed from the original – the cnet article implies that DOS was involved, when the OS is actually by WindRiver — I was taken aback. Nevermind…

Music: David Thomas & the Two Pale Boys :: Nowheresville

Mtn Summer

A couple of days with Dad at his place in Pioneer, last hurrah before the students return. So much woodland you’d expect to find mostly hippies and Grizzly Adams types, but there are flags flying over every unpaved driveway. Deer and dogs dart in and out of yards. Neighbors stop to visit in the middle of dinner, make themselves comfy. Neighbor nails a sign to a tree: “Parking reserved for world’s best grandpa.” Another neighbor “invents” a mechanized, driveable rake from spare Jeep parts for scooping up pine needles. A rough-hewn, hand-carved bear holding a freshly caught fish… with a flag sticking out of its head. Smell of propane wafts from motor homes. Dad at 70 cutting down trees from his own proppity for firewood, splitting massive slices with a hydraulic log splitter (impressive power!). He had forced air installed but after a few weeks decided it was making him a nancy boy, and returned to the pot-belly stove for warmth. Bees are having a field day this summer, worse than flies. Sirloin injected with teriyaki sauce, hot summer corn, perfect watermelon. Miles collecting pine cones, thrilled to spy deer in the trees. Pictured: Jeep rake and Saddest. Yard ornament. Ever.

Go, Empire!

News.com on Microsoft’s record of cultural insensitivity – some examples of which have cost the convicted monopolist big time. Examples cited include a game in which the chanting of the Koran was used as a backing track, and another in which Muslim warriors turned churches into mosques.

Microsoft has also managed to upset women and entire countries. A Spanish-language version of Windows XP, destined for Latin American markets, asked users to select their gender between “not specified,” “male” or “bitch,” because of an unfortunate error in translation.

Music: Gruppo Sportivo :: Blah Blah Magazines

380,422 Teeth

Artist Jeff Johnson created a poster to advertise an upcoming gallery show. The poster was a set of statistics — just words and numbers, artfully presented — cataloguing the toll of war on both U.S. soldiers and Iraqi fighters and civilians. But rather than stopping with the usual body count, Johnson’s poster:

… goes on to deconstruct the carnage in exhaustive physical detail: 3,042 pounds of brain matter, 380,422 teeth, 983 tons of flesh and bone, 131,180 fingers.

The newspaper it was supposed to run in refused to publish the ad, saying it was “in poor taste,” though they refused to divulge their “Standards of Good Taste.”

No profanity. No graphics. Just a set of statistics. How can statistics be in poor taste? I suppose a pro-war poster would be in good taste? Some people have a funny sense of taste. The poster is reproduced here.

bconf, mtblogmail

Scripting my butt off. On request of a customer, just finished developing mtblogmail, a PHP utility that emails weblog summaries to a mailing list or the MT Notifications list at regular intervals, filling a mysterious void in the MT notifications feature (“Sure,” I said, “cake! A few SQL queries and…” turned out to be a full-blown utility). Released it as free software. Tested it here first, and migrated everyone who was on the birdhouse notifications list into subscribers. To get weekly email updates on recent birdhouse posts, enter your email in the box to the right.

Also just turned in final project for the shell programming class — a menu-driven script that creates / deletes users and groups, generates apache configurations, installs SpamAssassin preference files, configures webalizer or awstats, reports spam and virus traffic for the user and domain, etc. The instructor asked me to be a T.A. in the class next semester, but no have time.

Music: Burning Spear :: Dread River

Muslim Roots of the Blues

Musicologists are discovering similarities between Islamic holy music and early American blues — similarities that go beyond the likelihood of coincidence. Have a listen. The parallel is pretty striking. What’s the connection?

It’s really there because of all the Muslim slaves from West Africa who were taken by force to the United States for three centuries, from the 1600s to the mid-1800s. Upward of 30 percent of the African slaves in the United States were Muslim, and an untold number of them spoke and wrote Arabic, historians say now.

So if most great American music — all of rock history and all of jazz — ultimately grows out of early blues, then by extension, American musical heritage is tied intimately to the music of Islam.

Music: Gary Numan :: Game Called Echo

Intense, Provocative, and Fascinating

miles_scribbleOverheard from the dining room, wife to baby, after seeing a particularly dense and complex scribble he had done on the Etch-A-Sketch:

“I love you, Miles. I think you’re intense, provocative, and fascinating.”

The fact that Miles is not yet two is immaterial.

Music: Holly Golightly :: Run Cold

AirPort Over Ethernet, Dustbath

The AirPort Express has worked as advertised — when it works. Trouble with our house is that the layout forces WiFi signal to pass through the fridge/stove and through a dense wall. The reception light on the AX has always blinked, indicating that it’s out of range even though it’s less than 50′ from my Mac. It worked, but picking up the cordless phone or using the microwave would cut the tunes. With a tot in the house, we use the microwave a lot. Finally decided to run ethernet cable under the house and hardwire the damn thing.

Drilled a hole between the baseboard and the wall similar to how the phone cord is wired, but hit a joist and didn’t have a long enough bit to go all the way down (hole’s okay, barely noticeable). Plan B: Remove cover plate from the adjacent wall socket, drill just next to the box, and put a hole in the cover plate to match. Pushed 50′ of CAT-5 into the hole, put on old clothes and knee pads, and ventured into the crawlspace. Here’s where it gets fun.

Our office was built after the rest of the house, and has its own foundation. Turns out the main crawlspace doesn’t offer access to the space under the office (hereafter referred to as “the crypt of shacker”). The only access is from a tiny opening under the deck. Shimmying Navy Seal-style on mildewy ground, rocks under belly, dark. A hole in the main foundation opened up to the crypt. Trouble is, we had central heat installed when we moved in, and the opening was mostly filled by a 12″ conduit, leaving a space just about large enough for a cat. I’m somewhat larger than a cat. Exhaled all my air, arms forward, and pushed forward with my toes, praying I wouldn’t get stuck. Came close to backing out, lungs squished, elbows munged, but got through, shimmied forward up to the wall… only to find that the cable wasn’t there waiting for me. Apparently bunched up against the same joist I had hit with the drill. Backed out to startling daylight.

Back in the office, went to pull the cable back out… and it was caught, apparently tangled inside. Tug, cajole, sweet-talk, nothing worked. Finally had to cut it off. Now there’s 50′ of CAT-5 permanently entombed in our office wall. It was then I came up with Plan C: use the heating duct itself! Pushed aside some flashing with a screwdriver, and bingo — I could see dirt. Spooled in more cable, then back into the crypt of shacker. Upside down, threading a tangle of wire wherever I could, no reasonable way to hold or position the flashlight, hair full of damp dust, sweating like a boar, finally through to the main crawlspace and finally up through a pre-existing hole in the floor behind the stereo.

Terminator crimping time — I never get it right the first time. Finally the router registered that it saw something on the other end. Went to reconfigure the AX… only to find that the Setup Assistant wouldn’t run without the now-removed Aiport card installed. The documentation only covers working with wireless networks. Later found the answer to using AX over Ethernet: Use the Aiport Admin utility, not the Express Setup. Go to the Airport tab, click Base Station Options, and check “Airport over Ethernet.” Joy to the world.

Another 30-minute project turned into half a day. All good projects are that way. Gorgeous day, too. Except for the view from the crypt.

Music: The Meters :: Ease Back

BeBox Survives Loss of Half a Brain

This slashdot comment reminded me of a story that used to get tossed around at BeOS gatherings:

lcsaudio used to sell BeBoxes (remounted in a custom rackmount case) as part of our show control system. One day the show operators called our tech support to tell us that a 66MHz BeBox was acting a bit sluggish (BeOS, as you may know, is normally quite snappy). On his next visit, our tech took a look inside the case, and found that the fan responsible for cooling one of the two PowerPC 603 CPUs had stopped turning, causing that CPU to overheat and desolder itself from its socket. The BeBox had survived the self-destruction (and self-extraction) of a CPU and continued to run shows for nearly a week without complaint.

Music: Mike Watt :: Pluckin’, Pedalin’ and Paddlin’

KFC Abandons Plans to Enter Tibet

kfccruelty.com reports that KFC won’t be opening franchises in Tibet after all. After receiving a letter from the Dalai Lama:

On behalf of my friends at People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), I am writing to ask that KFC abandon its plan to open restaurants in Tibet, because your corporation’s support for cruelty and mass slaughter violate Tibetan values …

According to the beeb, KFC’s parent company says they’ve decided not to enter Tibet “because it wouldn’t be profitable.”

I wonder what would happen if The Pope wrote a letter to McDonald’s asking them not to open any more slaughterhouses in Kansas.

Thanks rinchen.

Music: Plastic People of the Universe :: Magicke Noci