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Comment on Need Macintosh DHCP help by AC

AC — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:53:30 +0000

Well, I found one work around, albeit a temporary one. I set up a vhost on the D-Link that routes DNS from the D-Link to the NAS, and then set the D-Link’s “primary” DNS to the EXTERNAL interface of the D-Link causing it to turn it back around internally. If I had a static IP address for my DSL, I’d be done.

For longer term, maybe I’ll just make an “internal.accapehart.com” subdomain and host it out on easyDNS like I do all my public DNS info.

Comment on Need Macintosh DHCP help by AC

AC — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 06:30:43 +0000

I’m starting to think that it really was using the (stale) lease from the D-Link. I’d been working with it wired. I went out for dinner, came back and tried wireless, and got a self-assigned IP. So maybe the NAS is failing to hand out DHCP leases after all. It sure looks like it’s trying. I see it starting the handshake over and over for the wireless that never connects:

Dec 20 22:23:48 nas dhcpd: DHCPDISCOVER from 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0
Dec 20 22:23:48 nas dhcpd: DHCPOFFER on 192.168.1.31 to 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0
Dec 20 22:23:51 nas dhcpd: DHCPDISCOVER from 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0
Dec 20 22:23:51 nas dhcpd: DHCPOFFER on 192.168.1.31 to 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0
Dec 20 22:23:55 nas dhcpd: DHCPDISCOVER from 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0
Dec 20 22:23:55 nas dhcpd: DHCPOFFER on 192.168.1.31 to 00:26:bb:11:84:c7 via eth0

Maybe if everything is set to DHCP, the D-Link will just take care of it all?

Comment on I think I hate bike lanes by AC

AC — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 20:44:10 +0000

A friend sent me this: http://thisisindexed.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/card2194.jpg

Comment on New Wheels by Choicy White Boy » back

Choicy White Boy » back — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:27:04 +0000

[...] Thought. Threw rocks into the Carquinez Straight. Came back through Crockett (whence came “The Rocket From Crockett“) and got home around 6 [...]

Comment on Devil’s dyke by bkmarcus

bkmarcus — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 16:27:04 +0000

Great photo, as was the one under the Golden Gate Bridge.

These blog updates from you and Carolyn are very helpful to those of us stuck on the other side of the pond. I’m glad to see that England has inspired both of you to leave a written record of this extended visit. I predict that Sam will find these posts important some day.

Comment on See Whom? by Choicy White Boy » Monthly Newsletter — Month 30

Choicy White Boy » Monthly Newsletter — Month 30 — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 00:23:17 +0000

[...] “Mommy, I missed you when you went to your haircut. Daddy, I missed you when you were seeing Attle.” [...]

Comment on Salsa Cat by Choicy White Boy » Monthly Newsletter — Month 29

Choicy White Boy » Monthly Newsletter — Month 29 — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:32:01 +0000

[...] Your still love stories. You’ve added to your repertoire of books that you can “read” to yourself simply by having memorized what Mom and I have read to you. I assume you have the text memorized and associated with the picture on each page, but you’ve also memorized stories and songs you’ve only heard verbally as well, like Salsa Cat, or Twinkle (see attached). You’ve started making up stories as well, which is fascinating. They are still quite simple, but they are indications of an amazingly fertile imagination. You’ve narrated a butterfly coming to our house, and sitting on my head. You even narrate some of your own actions. For example, you’ve been heard to shout, “I want some more soy milk, shouted Sammy!” [...]

Comment on RIP Thomas Oliver Murray by grand-mere

grand-mere — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:48:20 +0000

Postscript, September 8, 2007 at Ceil’s, Seymour, TN on my Pilgrimage to Anywhere

VII. WORSHIP

I am beginning to worship Tom, getting past my thinking that I came into his life to give him joy and help him through death’s door.

I am realizing that he shared his gifts of simplicity, integrity, and power to change oneself–all greater powers that he allowed in.

“Worship” means to focus on something and that object or idea becomes a door to another understanding.

I thank thee.

Comment on Switching Minds by grand-mere

grand-mere — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:07:18 +0000

I remember when you were a little older than Sam you had a definite concept of minds: your “fast mind” was in the forehead area and was used for quick decisions and your “slow mind” was deeper in the head and used, I think, for figuring things out.

Comment on A life passing by grand-mere

grand-mere — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:00:02 +0000

As I read your eulogy and Carolyn’s to Camus tears streamed. Tears for your loss, tears for the Camus I knew over the years–the pampered kitten who sat in the straw hat, the center of your home life, your first child, the focus of much care, the cat who had to go on a diet and would greedily consume all but two pellets of his allotment of dried food, the picky cat for whom I searched for just the right can of Fancy Feast (there were so many choices!), the cat who rarely honored one by brushing against your let but who would tolerate little touch in return, the cat who hardly ever spoke but who had a fine purr, a regal and aloof cat who ruled his limited world, who once played with fanciful feathers dangled before him but would tire of the game before the dangler would have quit, who left cat hair everywhere before he had more disturbing leavings, the cat who for unknowable reasons chose to pee on the carpet under the expanse of front window (inside the house) in Charlottesville which finally caused AC to rip up carpet and pad and learn to beautify concrete floors with an acid stain and hours and hours of hard labor, the cat who before he moved to California and a house with an enclosed back yard got to go out the back door on a leash and swish his tail at passing birds. On my last November/December visit I felt Camus had mellowed. He rubbed against my leg (more than just a faint brush) and deigned to allow light patting–a significant change in our relationship. And I cried for Tom, because I could have substituted “Tom” for “Camus” in much of what you wrote. I recognized the appetite loss, the weight loss, the loss of stability, the overwhelming need to sleep, the fact that all discomfort can not be cured, that lives end. The prime significance, though, is not that we have lost our friend and companion but that we have loved them with all our hearts and that they have become entwined in our lives and that we have cared for them til death parted us. The deep down grief has a way of watering the garden of appreciation–appreciating those that are in our lives and the greater web of life. We acknowledge not just our loss but our gain in the connection we had, the things we learned that are a part of who we have become to this point. And I think you did the right thing by putting Camus “to sleep”. When I was holding Stovepipe in my lap while she was getting the fatal shot, I could not help but think that I should be so lucky to die peacefully in the arms of those whom I loved and who loved me. If I could have taken Tom in for the same shot a few days before his more difficult passing, I would have. (Remember that, my dear children, when I am in Camus situation.) Love, Mom/Eve/Grand-mere