Fellow riders on the N Judah today, shortly after noon. The train was moving between the underground Market St. stations – Powell, Montgomery, Embarcadero. Makes a nice tableau…
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Sitting here tonight, mindlessly noodling with our internal private network, I note how quiet things are. This is hardly like the time bonez, the hacker slithered into my Linux box (formerly the LAN firewall) resulting, a few weeks later, in a call from the FBI. And that wasn’t the only hack.
There was also the time the slapper worm crawled onto the LAN (and every Linux box at my ISP) resulting in total chaos eventually resulting in the ISP blocking port 80. Big fun.
We have now completed phase 1 of converting the G4 mini into a file, print and intranet server. The Mini is sporting 500 GB of new storage in a matching (sometimes noisy) LA Cie drive, and we’re starting to use the La Cie’s expanded hub to hook in some older drives that mostly backed up our laptops. A lot more data is starting to be in easy reach on the LAN, a good thing.
The noodling is good: it’s a few blessed moments not thinking about brain tumors et al. It’s up there with re-reading the Sprawl Trilogy. Adrian Midgley left a note expressing surprise I’d never read it: in point of fact, this isn’t my first re-reading… I’ve even read Neuromancer as a Voyager Hypercard stack on a Mac Duo laptop..
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Cooked last night for the first time in weeks. Friends know that amateur chef, moi, (and that’s trés, trés amateur chef) likes to cook. The largesse of our friends and faith community has kept us amazingly well fed these past couple weeks.So last night’s menu was grilled, Prime N.Y. Steak in a salt-and-pepper crust with Bordelaise drizzle, steamed baby green beans tossed in olive oil and fleur de sel, and a salad of sliced persian cucumbers and heirloom tomatoes tossed in sweet vinaigrette and served on an avocado mousse. The salad was homage to one we’ve had at the Village Pub recently (theirs is better).
The nice thing about going into serious surgery and cancer treatment is that none of our friends flinched at going to places like the Village Pub, and bringing, or ordering very good wine for the occasion. Now, we’re back to reality, but, then the Holidays loom… this should be good.
Chemo continues to be utterly benign, save for a slight headache I’ve noticed since starting on the Zofran, really not a problem, easily fixed by 2 Tylenol. Of greater concern is the continuing decline of my left side. I could only just peel the Persian cukes this evening. Think I’ll talk to the UCSF team about this today…
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