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random musings of just another computer nerd

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You know what’s so sweet? I am using Winamp to make an http connection to my FreeBSD machine to access music that’s on my XP machine through an SMB share. So my music goes from my XP machine through the SMB share to my FreeBSD machine and from there over the internet through a symlinked directory in my pub folder to arrive at my laptop. So Schweeet! I can access my entire music collection!

I rox0r

I have some music files on my server that are accessible through http (only by me). So instead of keeping them on my laptop, I decided to add the URL’s to Winamp. But that was too painful. So I took the html files and stripped out the tags (using sed) so that I have the URL’s to the actual files (I use relative paths, but Windows adds the full path to the href attribute in the anchor tag). I wrote that out to a file and then used Vim to create an M3U out of just one regex sub :). Check it out:


I just think that is so schweet!

Things I would like to do

Sometimes I wish I had time to do the many things I would like to do.

First, I would like to code a lot – no surprise there. Then, I want to do some linguistic stuff. Read up on all sorts of languages; try to make inferences as to their relationships and their derivations. I want to be able to decipher languages that have not been deciphered – like the Linear A script and the Harappan Script. Oh yeah, talking about scripts – I would even like to go on an archaeological dig to these sites (Crete, Harappa). That would be awesome. Oh hell, I wouldn’t mind just any old archaeological dig.

I want to learn Indian classical music completely. I wish I hadn’t been such a brat when I was little. My mom tried to teach it to me. I learnt a little bit, but I was never happy about learning it it. I was such a brat. I really regret it. I’ve been trying to read up on it as much as I can, and I find it very intriguing. There seems to be intricate mathematical relationships between the different scales. Compositions seem to follow certain rules. That is something I would really like to understand.

I want to come up with a way to describe dancing – and I mean stuff like the Salsa, Cha-Cha or Rhumba. Yeah, that sounds strange – but I have noticed that these dances have a strict set of rules and transitions from one step to another are clearly defined. There has to be a mathematical relationship involved!

There is so much to learn in this world and not enouch time. I know that is one thing I will always have – the urge to learn more and more…

Getting things

Some people get some stuff easily. Other people get other stuff easily. Look at my silly journal… my life is mostly defined by one thing… COMPUTERS. Isn’t that so SAD? I only get computers. I am not human. No… definitely not. There is a set of rules in my head that tell me what society is supposed to be like. Like what to expect. In some ways I feel more like Data in Star Trek (you don’t like Star Trek? Well, then you suck). It’s not like I’m aspiring to be human (like Data)… no it’s more like I can’t understand some humans. But then again, I probably appear equally illogical. So I guess what I know is that I’ll never know.

You know what’s fun for me? Sitting down in front my TV with Star Trek MPEGs being siphoned through the RCA cables that are hooked up to my computer in my bedroom. Sitting there with hot chocolate and then some of that Lemon Grass Chicken dish from Nhat Vietnamese Cuisine. Yes… that’s fun. I like that.

What else is fun? Running down Camelback with Josh and Michael. That was fun. Wind whipping through your hair. A fine sheen of sweat on your body. Hopping from rock to rock – a split second decision that is the difference between a well placed step and a nasty spill. Red rock blurring by and fragments of people’s coversations. Dogtags jingling.

Then there’s more that’s fun. Walking back home drunk with Michael after an evening at Casy Moor’s. Talking about such profound issues as can humanity ever acheive the utopia shown in Star Trek? Or other stuff… like when we yelled Hindi swearwords at a bunch of Indian Graduate students while speeding down University drive at three in the morning. I forget who was driving, but Michael and I were in the back of his jeep.

Fun times… I get that. It’s not too bad afterall. 🙂

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