I am beset by little things at the moment. After giving up on listening to that damn aax file (for now) I decided to listen to David Graeber talking about debt, https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b054pn4v but there is no RSS feed, I have to listen via the website. Fuck. I mean, I know I am behind the times with my olden ways but... Fuck. I live in the Australian Outback, when I leave the cold blue radiation sphere of my wifi I'm in the golden brown of the dreaming. There is no streaming in the dreaming. I suppose I will have to resort to letting my brain have freeform thoughts. It's not so bad.
@Andy C If there's no #RSS (or #Atom, etc.) feed, it's not a #podcast (which means the #Sawtell podcast is no longer a podcast; just a bunch of files on archive.org). Being so very old, I know not these "pod catchers" of which you speak. Are you saying the #BBC uses a publicly documented, freely implementable syndication format/protocol, but that it's just not #RSS? If not, we have to use daisy chains of stuff like youtube-dl to achieve what Cory Doctorow calls "adversarial interoperability". https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/adversarial-interoperability #freetard
So I bought Jon Day's 2nd book, 'Homing' and have enjoyed the first three chapters. Due to my eyes getting older and crappier and my hours for reading generally occurring in the petite dawn I have not finished it. I couldn't find an epub version to read on my phone. So, being grateful to Jon for writing his first absolutely lovely book musing on his personal bicycle history and culture I bought the Audible book. And so began the spiral of doom.
Audible comes in the DRM'd format 'aax'. So that obviously needed fixing before i could listen. I cloned https://github.com/inAudible-NG/tables.git but struggled to ffprobe the SHA1 out of downloaded aax file. Then found it was because I was attempting to do so on the copy of the file not the original. That was an hour wasted. Next up, the rainbow tables. The linux version on github repo just plain does not work the audible hash is not implemented. So I install Wine to run the windows version. Feck me, now Wine is downloading an entire planet to my unstable debian. So, like an eejat, I let it. Out of time. I have to go to work...
I think our turtle is a lap turtle. Hank as she is affectionately known clamours to be released from her 6ft tank when I get home from work. Then follows me around the kitchen dangerously trying to climb on my feet. Finally I sit down and Hank circles several times before clambering up my legs and as she falls I catch her and put her on my lap. Finally she settles. So, I'm typing this with a cold turtle on my lap.
@Andy C @Ruben has been getting to know his new neighbours. Even the long-dead ones. It's a smaller town than he's used to, so he's had to make do. He's the only person I know whose Dunbar's number obeys Moore's law.
We just passed 750,00 deaths caused by the coronavirus. An appalling number which is quickly catching up with a similar number of suicides in 2017. Recent events in my life have left me wondering what the suicide rates for 2020 will be. Anecdotally I am aware of a several suicides related directly to the Australian bushfires and the shuttering covid economy. To take ones own life is just awful and leaves recurring scars to ripple out. Like a second law of thermodynamics concerning not energy but pain.
We all ultimately die, this chart spells it out, notice how many of those deaths are avoidable. That won't change, we live to take risks and will always find new and entertaining ways to exit life. Don't let life get you down (Mrs Brown) and remember this is just a moment in our constantly changing lives (apologies to Eric Idle and John Du Prez).
I don't have many ambitions, but being recognised for "performing amazing feats of pedestrianism" would be rather fine. I've never run the route, but I have pub crawled from Parramatta to the city. I didn't know it was 18 miles, but it certainly hurts the next day, for multiple reasons. Parramatta Road is not typically considered a hiking trail, and there are several lengthy barren stretches between rest stations. The microbrewery pub at Flemington Markets was lovely - well, after working one's way through the menu from wheat lager to chocolate porter it certainly appeared so. In the shadow of a new toll motorway and Olympic stadium, lined with boarded up shops, tattoo parlours, and old working pubs sighing their last, Parramatta Road twenty years ago was a collapsed vein of an addict to the deadly drug prosperity. I wonder what it's like now.
"In the past, the way the independent-minded protected themselves was to congregate in a handful of places — first in courts, and later in universities — where they could to some extent make their own rules. Places where people work with ideas tend to have customs protecting free inquiry"
I finally succumbed to clicking a LinkedIn spam email. What is it about lInkeDin which seems to attract all the dickheads? After all ... um ... I am on it ...
Perhaps I should rephrase that, after all everyone is 'on' liNkediN whether they sign up or not (like Facebook). Horrible platform. It's the cretins who feel they have to post stuff on it that I am judging. Oh, and I am judging, especially you Snotty Swindler. I don't care about your incredible success. You are actually not a very nice person and your 'mutual connections' are equally foul. That'll teach me to go clicking on grubby links.
Met up with Anthony from back on the coast. I took him on a tour of Broken Hills' dumps. I'd make great tour guide, "...and here on your left is the area used in times gone by to leave unwanted oil cans, truly remarkable..."
Semester begins with a flurry of emails which I can barely bring myself to even look at. 462 unread discussion posts! It's only been open for one day. Don't these people have lives? I am already inundated with instructions to log in and install, to engage and attend Web Conferences. I hate it all. I had forgotten with how much passion I hate it. Fuck Online Education and all who sail with it. This has nothing to do with 'Higher Learning' it is just corporate hoops to jump for higher pay.
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@Ruben I just got a punishing electricity bill - probably an estimated meter reading based on this time last year (i.e. the previous tenant). Who do you get to move your electrons about? Anything must be better than #EnergyAustralia.
aah, so I have to logout of my SDF Mastodon account first. I might get round to that one day. I have to admit I am feeling very lazy with the clicking and logging in and logging out and all that stuff.
@Ruben Got a little bit more misanthropy, which frankly I didn't need. Also an SMS from #ex-DLW saying divorce papers for me to sign are in the post. As long as everything remains cordial and I only need provide signatures, that's a considerable win - for both players. Not counting chickens, but that may be a personal best as far as my limited experience with gambling is concerned.
@Ruben I was at the Sydney Linux Users Group meeting where Jeff Waugh demonstrated the nearly-ready GNOME 2. Among the key features were the elimination of the rats' maze of settings like the ability to define how many pixels apart you wanted the icons on your desktop. #Friendica appears yet to go through this process.
Had a delightful day. It's been cold so I put on my grown up trousers and started work on my shed. A day of screwing together bits of wood and sawing planks. When it got dark I lit a fire in the backyard and we cooked sausages on sticks. the fire is dying now and I'm nursing a glass of whiskey.
Goodness me. If, at some point in the future, I'm rushed to hospital in desperate need of a testosterone transplant because the last few strands of hair on my head simply refuse to fall out, I shall rise weakly from my stretcher and hoarsely whisper "Fetch my chum @Ruben from Broken Hill. He's positively brimming with the stuff."
@Matthew Davidson Inadvertantly channelling Hemingway there, don't worry it's all a front. I made sure my electric blanket was on when I went to bed and was thoroughly intimidated by the bearded chap at the timber yard.
So… F-bomb Freddy has discovered that he's got himself evicted. Which is to say that he's under the impression that the tenants of 20 other units quite unreasonably got him evicted. He was out on his balcony earlier - like the lead in a Shakespeare tragedy, albeit with a uniquely limited vocabulary - to declare that he didn't care, as he was planning to move out anyway. To alternative digs where apparently all his female neighbours will be queuing up to offer him oral sex.
Funny. I've been searching the local real estate listings, and I think I would have noticed that one. Sounds rather bothersome, to be honest. Before long I'd be hoping that the next knock on the door was the Jehovah's Witnesses.
He also swore to burn the place to the ground. So mixed messages there. A simple man moved by errant passions. Now feeling he has nothing to lose. #Aloha