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111 days ago
Today I had an hour-long struggle with the damn dhcp. But I endured and was victorious and now I feel ever-so-slightly accomplished:
I managed to connect my Raspberry Pi via ethernet directly to my laptop and have a dhcp server (dnsmasq) assign to it an IP address. Now I am able to ssh into the Pi without having it hanging on my router. The Pi has access to the internet as well because the laptop is connected via wifi and routes the requests from the Pi. Awesome!
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114 days ago
One of my imports from Herräng Dance Camp 2019: "Redskin Rhumba" by Charlie Barnet. This driving rhythm by the trombones all throughout the song - lovely!
The same riff also appears in the intro and outro of "Cherokee" also by Charlie Barnet. The rest of that song is not all that great for dancing though.
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120 days ago
After two and a half week I finally have a computer again! Hurra!
... hurra?
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148 days ago
On the topic of reality Philip K. Dick once said:
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away."
And on the topic of change writes:
"Do not believe — and I am dead serious when I say this — do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be born the old must perish. This is a dangerous realization, because it tells us that we must eventually part with much of what is familiar to us. And that hurts. But that is part of the script of life. Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new."
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154 days ago
In the small German city of Landsberg am Lech a guy from Tel Aviv played a jazzy song for us to dance to: Sneakin' 'Round the Corner by Wycliffe Gordon.
Trombone! Trombone!
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161 days ago
Anfang Juni: Es ist gut warm (gegen 30°C) und der Hollunder steht in voller Blüte. Riecht fantastisch!
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163 days ago
Over the last weeks I enjoyed Hyakkei's unusual rhythms while doing light-weight work (i.e. programming). I like the whole album but this first song in particular.
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166 days ago
Roter Mohn im grünen Feld.
Muss wohl eine Pestizid-resistente Art sein ...
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167 days ago
Strangely enough, I'm getting familiar with "plain old C" string processing. sscanf, strtok, strchr and so on. As powerful as sscanf and friends are ... it is quite uncomfortable. Strings as 0-terminated byte arrays is fiddley and just bleh!
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180 days ago
Minecraft is now 10 years old. What a long time that is. I still love this game, even though I rarely play it right now.
I have a very clear memory of trying to play the Java Applet Web version of the Minecraft beta on one of the six shitty PCs we had in our school library. It was barely possible. Back then it was a different life I suppose ...
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