- tested new OS X webdav over ssl support
- tested and debugged new media server configuration
- explored Mac OS X Tiger features
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Activity Log
- Provided consultation to J Ryder and F Swasey regarding options for updated coding and implemntation of CatCard "take money from my credit card and apply to CatScratch" scripts
- investigated Apple Mail problems arising from Tiger — both my own and for others (k trainor, b oland)
- advised s lathem on techniques to digitize audio cassette
- continued testing of new media server configurations
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- attended apple new products meeting
- communications with t lyman regarding new art lab hardware, software, current inventory
- met with Kathy to work on art installation project
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- helped kent with new media server configuration, testing
- post install Tiger problems/solutions
- c lamont mediawiki problems
Tiger first impressions
CIT staff finally got their Tiger disks — sort of. Master disk was reproduced locally on DVD+RW, which many folks machines can’t read.
Mine can, so I was the local (to CIT) early adopter.
Things went swimmingly until it rebootted and I logged in. I got about 5 minutes worth of performance before the system locked up tighter than Starksboro after 10 PM. Restarts yield same behavior.
Finally restarted and immediately launched Terminal and typed
top -o cpu
Saw this
USER PID %CPU %MEM VSZ RSS TT STAT STARTED TIME COMMAND
waw 255 41.5 0.3 143680 3172 ?? R 4:51PM 0:55.79 /Users/waw/Documents/FAXstf X User Data/Modems/Apple Internal Modem/FaxJobMgr.app/Contents/MacOS/FaxJobMgr -psn_0_1703937
FaxJobMgr is an old component of FaxSTF, which came on on old Powerbook and was absentmindedly migrated to my current Powerbooook. It was getting launched at startup. Between that and mdimport (imports file hierarchies into the metadata datastore — part of Spotlight, I assume), my CPU was spinning it’s wheels nowhere.
So before updating YOUR mac, check if you have a FaxJobMgr kicking around — and make it go away!
On May 3, 2005, at 7:23 PM, Charles Robinson wrote:
…I think the rollover effect from FaxST(uf)F is a testament to > pretty much every version of X ever produced ALWAYS prefers > installing on a clean (blank) disk.
Folk tales. urban myth paranoia. It’s a Mac — just stick in teh disk and upgrade. Also, I only had about 3 GB of disk left on my drive — not enough for a clean install (gotta burn some of those Startrek Enterprise episodes I’ve been downloading to DVD!).
Now, onto more woes: Mac Mail. Like the Ars Technica article Kelvin cited said
http://arstechnica.com/reviews/os/macosx-10.4.ars/
new Mac Mail is butt ugly. I don’t like the resurrection of the not- seen-since-my-Wife’s-Mac-Classic Chicago font. It took 20 minutes to import my 65,000 email messages (long story). A few new empty mailboxes were created — I had a folder called Incoming with some some folders like "Mansfield Report Status": now I had one called incomingMansfield Report Status, and a Mansfield Report Status mailbox at the same level as the Incoming folder. And all my "If this is true move mail to mailbox X" rules were changed to "If this is true move mail to mailbox InBox" — a do-nothing rule.
Activity Log
met with t lyman to address saving files to DOS formatted firewire drive
install Mac OS X 10.4 Tiger
helped c lamont with mediawiki install, mysql issues
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- helped student jim clapp burn imovie project to dvd
- tried to update my isight, blew it out. spent lots of time trying to deny that it was busted
- met with student Romolo A. Marcucci to try to restore missing iMovie project
- created account on wruv mac for bbittman
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- asnwered mysql admin questions for pat brown
- worked with c lamont on mediawiki
- met with m tignor to discuss/fix dspace admin stuff, groups, e-people, future
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- fixed problem epson printer in art lab
- experimented with new CIT color printer, drivers
Spring Bliss: 13/21 and still counting
I hurt my knee a few weeks ago. Bad. Figured the season was over.
Virtually cancelled the SkiVt-L party. Burdened my family and friends
with crying and whining.
It still hurts, I feel it throbbing now as I write this. Been sitting
around all day, it’s getting stiff.
But now I’m guessing the pain has more to do with skiing thirteen out
of the last 21 days than having dome myself serious injury. By Sunday,
I hope to make it 15/23.
A timeline:
Wednesday, March 9:
Slammed my knee hard into a tree deep in the Mad River Glen woods. Saw
stars and cuckoo birds swirling around my head as I writhed in the snow
in pain. Eventually dug myself out and hobbled down the rest of the
hill. Took one more run, and the extent of the injury began to sink in.
I was in tears as I worked the gas and brake pedal of the Jeep back
over the treacherous steeps of Appalachian Gap back to my home, where
my wife put me to bed with a bag of ice and a bottle of codeine.
Tuesday March 15:
Still can’t work the brake well enough to drive. Convinced I had torn
important knee cartilage, I am taken to visit with Orthopedic
Nurse-Practitioner (ONP). He suggests that it might just be a bad
bruise. Ice and heat, stretch it out, come back in a week.
Thursday March 17:
Knee bending without pain while executing ski-like moves in living
room. Vickie reluctantly suggests that maybe I can join her and her
sister’s family for an *easy* day at Bolton, but I must promise not to
touch the moguls or trees.
Friday March 18:
I nervously follow the family pack around the daunting terrain of
Bolton Valley. We stop on the way home to get a neoprene knee brace, as
recommended by the ONP. Hope springs eternal — My season has not
ended, My career is not over. Not dead yet.
Saturday March 19:
I join the Mad River Glen ski school’s Rockin’ Chipmunks program. Spend
the day with Steve the instructor, Sierra Salts and her mommy, and my
own 4-year-old son, who consistently beats me down the hill.
March 22-25:
Stone Hut, Mount Mansfield. Vickie highly disapproves, but I ignore
common sense. Mansfield revives me spiritually, and the skis follow
instinctively, all against the better judgment of my higher-reasoning
centers. Brilliant sunshine, good grrooming, remarkable spring
conditions, and even a little late season powder dumping helps ease me
back to form. Thanks to Dan, Scott, Stan, Jim, and a variety of Western
and Eastern Medicines, I start to ski like a kid again, even if it
means turning back into an undead zombie once the sun goes down. I
desperately want to spend another day, but I receive a recall notice
from the home front and depart early to rejoin my darling wife and
child. And to take a much needed hot shower.
March 27:
Easter Sunday. We get up early and rush around like mad chickens,
bundle up the kid and the skis, and just barely make it onto the single
chair at Mad River Glen for “sunrise” services at the summit. Later, we
forego the parades and easter egg hunts and other distractions to ski,
ski, ski. More of those glorious spring conditions — the corn ripened
by 8:30 AM and the skiing just got better and better until we had to go
home for early dinner with my mother and sister.
March 30:
Visit with Orthopedic Surgeon who rebuilt my ACL. get the same general
story as from the ONP: this is a very painful injury that will hurt for
a long time, but one which has no serious long-term consequences:
nothing torn, nothing broken. If it still hurts in a month, come back
for an MRI; otherwise, skiing is OK, if I take it easy. Exercise it and
strecth it.Yeah.
March 31:
I wake up and the sun is shining and the air is cold and the slopes are
calling. I figure the Doctor more or less advised me to go skiing —
Doctor’s orders! Another glorious spring day. Sugarbush North calls and
I answer with half a dozen summit to base runs. Lower FIS is
spectacular. Brambles has been groomed, seemingly just for me. Thee
knee is feeling just slightly better, until of course I stop and go
home where it stiffens up like a two-by-four. I can’t be doing it any
good.
April 1:
I’m the fool as little Justin Clapp, age 5, drags me relentlessly from
one side of Mad River Glen to another. But better to be out-skied by a
kid than to not ski at all. And, oh, yeah: more textbook Spring skiing.
I can’t remember getting so much spring skiing in one spring. the
snowpack doesn’t seem to budge and the sun continues to shine. What a
life!
April 2:
The heaven’s open and pour down a deluge — but somehow Mad River pulls
a couple of inches of fresh from the sky. I only get to experience it
on one run: got on the single at 3:55 PM, skied a glorious silky
cruiser, then voted to preserve the charater of the mountain by
replacing the 52 year old single chair with an exact duplicate. I’m
coming to realize that the sport of skiing carries its own unique style
of logic, a logic not understood by the non-skier.
April 3:
SkiVt-L party. Combined with Saturday, The worst weather days of the
last month. What better way to enjoy it than racing around Mount
Mansfield with a posse of six to twenty equally deranged peers. yes, I
promised Denis a mellow day of relaxed skiing, but I seem to have lost
all perspective as to what that really means. I realize at 4:05 PM,
just a couple of hundred feet down the Bruc3e, that I am whipped — but
there is still 2200′ or so of vertical and Dave Guertin’s three kids
below me. By trails end, I wander into the Matterhorn looking like Mr
Burns of the Simpsons — except much happier.
April 5:
Sugaring Weather has returned, and with it more of that blessed corn
and spring skiing. Will it ever end? Hope not. Emails start to fly as
competing proposals come in from all corners: Scott is skiing TD that
night; Evan is skiing TD tomorrow; Roger wants to ski all day
Wednesday. I send off a quick email to Dennis Bogan, suggesting he come
to MRG. Too late: he was already there. But we never actually hook up
to ski: too much to do, too much to ski. I Ski way too hard down chute
and liftline. More snow had miraculously dropped from the sky while no
one was looking, and freshened up the top layers of the snow pack. My
pleasure centers are overloading.
April 6:
Me and Roger and a bunch of clouds that melt away into — you guessed
it: more sunshine, corn, and endless skiing in the trees of Mount
Ellen.
April 7:
I go to work
April 8:
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, we’re so glad you
could attend come outside come outside. See y’all at MRG for FSC.