My meme today
Started: Saturday, August 10, 2002 06:54
Finished: Saturday, August 10, 2002 07:10
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
I think I am calm
Therefore, I am calm
Enya. I can't listen to it through Argo again until I figure out what's gone wrong with my sound card. But I can remember those words, and keep them in my heart.
I fight the paranoid suspicions that someone may have rooted my box during the brief period of open ssh exploits a few months ago. Security logic would dictate that I should immediately unplug the the outside line, check and double check the MD5sums of all my binaries against a friend's officially minted Debian cd, which he would have obtained from another trusted source.
But I must not allow such suspicions to take complete control of me at any given time. I'll just leave Argo plugged in until I find out what's wrong, but I may need some sleep first.
This is the only box that's ever really running in this apartment anymore. Dagobah is there and powered up, but can't do much of anything without leaning heavily on Argo to run its remote X apps. Dagobah is little more than an X server with a monitor attached to it now. Poor old planet.
I love my Yoda planet, and I love my horse. But friends, I've gotta check myself into a clinic.
At the same time, I have promised people that I will be back in the office on Monday. I need to keep my promises, both to myself and others. All of them. Completely. Somehow.
Right. I still have the portable player that I brought with me on the trip last week. I'll use that now.
Maybe I'll watch a little Buffy later. Season 2 finishing finale. But I cannot allow myself to overload.
Even this old little player is starting to wear. It can skip a little. But it still seems to work when I rotate it upside down. Maybe that spins the dust off.
Above earth's lamentations
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell ringing
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?
Greater words have never been spoken. I might write a little bit about the wedding last weekend after I've had some more sleep. I need to do that. I need to do it soon. People are hungry for it. But I must allow my body to get sleep.
Peace.