There are so many different types of people in the world,
And we stumbled into each other.
I could never have predicted you would be the one for me,
Neither me for you.
We were a world apart, in many ways similar,
And in as many ways un-similar.
In the books Wheel of Time there were weaves after weaves in the thread of the fabric,
Apart yet coming together in moments.
In our infinitely complicated lives we had our own weaves,
And our own impossibly improbable together.
I strain to recall our bus rides,
Our blackberry messages,
Our encounter at night at the Raffles Hotel,
Our evenings at Istana Park,
Our Mexican dinner at Holland Village,
And the unique tiramisu,
Our airport dinners,Tjhender
And always being by each other side these years.
We would never understand why this is our book,
But this is our story,
And you would be my family unto forever.
A good book, if a little long winded, and story is still not concluded. till Book2.
Some people talk down to children, as if they assume a small body houses a small intellect. Some people talk past them, bludgeoning them with unfamiliar words until the kids accept what they can’t understand. Chance or Providence, whichever you prefer, had sent Bridger a sensayer who treated the child as an equal intelligence, just blessed with newness, ready for difficult things, so long as they were presented honestly.
Child “The Major and the soldiers and Mycroft told me what war is like. They say it’s the second worst thing in the world.”.
Man: “That’s an interesting definition. What did they say is the worst thing?”
Child: “Not having anything worth fighting for in the first place.”
Bridger smiled at last, and I felt the warmth of the conclusion spread through myself as well. I am no sensayer. In Caryle’s place I would have just said that death is bad, and that of course he should bring Pointer back. But that would have brought a world of pain upon the child. Do you still not see it, reader? The moral consequences ten steps further along, which Carlyle forsees as clearly as signposts on a road? If Bridger had brought Pointer back on the theory that it’s always better to be alive than dead, then what about the other plastic corpses lost somewhere in the trench dust? He should bring them back. What about Emma Platz? Lesley’s Parents? The recently deceased sensayer Carlyle replaced? What about the stranger who died yesterday in a hospital on the far side of the world? Or every stranger, every death, back to the dawn of time? Soon the nightmare guilt that sometimes kept me up at night would kindle in the boy, and make him feel that every soul that ever died was on his conscience for not resurrecting them. But this way, deciding based on what the soldier personally would want, Bridger could bring Pointer back and still reserve the possibility of death being okay, and not take up the burden (yet) of saving all of us. At this point I sent my silent signal to Thisbe and the Major that I thought this sensayer could be trusted.
“But what if there’s a God?” Only a child could ask so bluntly, reader.
I will spare you the next part. You may assume that Carlyle stayed with Bridger in the garden for another hour, leading him through the hypotheticals of Nirvana, Gehenna, Guinee, Mictlan, Hell, of nothingness, of reincarnation, or souls returning, souls merging, souls evaporating, no souls at all, presenting many options and leaving many open doors. Their conclusions were neither solely Bridger’s nor solely Carlyle’s, but discoveries made striding hand in hand through theology’s well-trodden ground.
Voltaire was also a Deist, which means they believed that all religions are different understandings of the same universal God. Who made the world but doesn’t really care what name or names He’s called by.”
“Late in life Voltaire built a small church on their estate. They put an inscription over the entrance, Deo Erexit Voltaire: built for God by Voltaire. After so many churches built to saints, they said, it was about time someone built one to God. In a sense it’s the high temple of Deism, strange as it sounds to say that a religion which combines most all religions could have a high temple’
It was a intriguing descriptive of five close high school friends, and how their friendship meant so much as they were growing up, but the intensity fell apart as they went to college and the pain caused by the rifts and the strangeness of their eventual careers and lives was so hurtful/devastating/awkward.
“and this was what they did most often – they just hung out someplace, and talked for hours. It wasn’t like they showed up with a topic in mind – they just never ran out of things to talk about.”
It’s difficult for large groups of friends to stay together a long time. Especially as life, habits, and circumstances change. We should appreciate it while it lasts.
“Not everything was lost in the flow of time. … We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something – with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.”
It’s been so long that I forget
The streets branching off Orchard Road,
The Wisma-Taka underpass
And oh the Lucky Plaza one too.
I forget the first Singtel shop that used to be in the basement where the first HTC phone was,
The old back door escalator of Kino that made is so fast to get out to the train station,
The first Garret popcorns, nah that wasn’t so long,
When Heeren used to be a youth paradise with warrens of stalls, now moved to bugis.
When there was HMV, now long gone, long past the time of CDs,
When there were younger simpler crowds,
When it was afternoon on a weekday,
When we thought we were finally old enough, but really still really not that old after all.
it’s almost unbelievable. here’s to a wildly fascinating ride.
My two new Google Home have arrived. And it’s time to try out just how good (or limited) the launch version of Google Home is.
The set up:
1 x Google Home : in living room
1 x Google Home : in bedroom (sometimes it moves around)
1 x Nexus 6p running 7.1 dev preview, modded with Google Assistant
1 x Nexus 5 running 6
Note that this is being used outside of US. Hence certain US-based services were not available.
What’s known to work, and observations:
Single device situation:
Two Google Home devices
Imagine the combination and scenarios:
one Google Home | one user | one google account
one Google Home | two users | one google account
one Google Home | two users | two google accounts
two Google Home | one user | one google account
two Google Home | two users | one google account
two Google Home | two users | two google accounts
Best thing about Google Home so far:
It’s a very lovely music player. The convenience of having having an always-on music player, being able to just say “play music” and something decent starts playing. It’s been awesome instead of having to plug something in, turn something on, open some app and choose a playlist. I believe this is going to be the primary purpose of GH, followed by all the random search queries. In smarthome enabled households, home commands would undoubtedly be heavily used as well.
Music playing benefits heavily from having a premium music streaming service with unending songs, auto playlist, and machine learning assisted smart playlist generation.
Note: if you do not have a valid premium music subscription with Spotify or Google Play Music (or YouTube Red), you can still play music from Pandora (Free) or Google Play Music Free versions. You can only play ‘radios’, that is you cannot choose specific songs. But you will still have some form of music. You should still also be able to play your own uploaded personal Google Play Music files (in playlist form).
Would I recommend Google Home? Yes definitely. It works very well as a search query device, it listens well to your commands, it is a great music streamer, it’s relatively inexpensive. For all the money people throw into smartphones, this is definitely worth the money.
Once again, for normal browser-using and Office-using folks, the MBP is still way overkill, and very usable. If you want to pay the premium price for the nice hardware and stuff, it’s great.
For the power user, meaning the graphic artists, music artists, engineers, physicians, mathematicians, serious hardware is really important. That means more cores, newer cores, more ram, new ram, better rambus, better ssd speeds, better GPUs, more GPUs, still more GPUs, more screen, more storage, more network speed (not wifi, LAN!), and more everything. Even if it costs more.
But there isn’t more. There isn’t more of any of that that they can throw their money at. There’s no more significant upgrades other than price, other than some little speed tweaks here and there, no more new Mac Pro, new iMac. Only that precious Mac OS now with nothing to run it on. Oh dear, Apple you might as well go the M$ route and license out the OS to other hardware makers.
I think this is a focus problem. Apple is focused on improving their revenue, and Mac OS is not significant enough, with insufficient potential. So their talent and engineering and marketing and budgets and focus is all on other things. No talent and no focus means no progress. For sure.
The only good thing for many engineers, hey at least you can offload the heavy duty stuff to cloud servers. yay. In that case, you just need a linux terminal.
You know what, people who make software and people who make tutorials and guides need to make them for other OS. Make it such that everything works well also on Windows and Linux, and we’ll all have choices.
Oh man, that was one massive migration of Hypervisor, from Proxmox to VMware ESXi. Took me 1.5 weeks and it’s quite worth the improvement in local datastore functionality. Redid all my VMs in like a version 2 manner, since the Proxmox set was pretty noob.
It wasn’t all smooth since I didn’t follow all the exact same settings and versions, but largely quite tolerable.
Got a new reverse proxy up, which I’ve always wanted. And gave up on Observium and back on PRTG which I like much better.
Well, here’s to hopefully a stable homeserver system that stays in place for longer than the previous set. Or until I run out of spare storage space and need to move things around again.