Wenting!!!

I wonder if Tam knows what "Fsck" really is? 🙂

Bleve said:

I wonder if Tam knows what "Fsck" really is? 🙂

not exactly, just give me a sec... !man fsck ... yep now I do.

Tam

On 2005-06-06, Tamyka Bell (aka Bruce)
was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea:

Quoted message said:

Bleve said:

I wonder if Tam knows what "Fsck" really is? 🙂

not exactly, just give me a sec... !man fsck ... yep now I do.

Who gives a fsck?

Not me! I use a journal!

*sigh*

--
TimC -- http://astronomy.swin.edu.au/staff/tconnors/
double value; /* or your money back! */
short changed; /* so triple your money back! */
-- Larry Wall in cons.c from the perl source code

John Pitts said:

Pardon my ignorance Nebakke, but this is bothering me - do bikes have
the front and rear brake levers on different sides in different parts of
the world? Is it a European/Australian thing, or a drive on the
right/left side of the road thing? Or is it just your bike that's odd,
or have I completely misunderstood what you're saying? :-)

Just to double up on what my Scandinavian brother ;O) had to say, yup
they are indeed reversed, and I believe it's a left/right side of the
road thing...

Quoted message said:

I tend to brake with both hands, but with more effort on the front
brake, since that's the more effective one.

Well see that's where I have to admit that on top of everything else, I
really should get around to tightening my front brake, right now it's
so loose that I am suspecting it of actually helping me move the bike
rather than the opposite ;O)

-Rasmus who just felt that it had been several days since he'd posted
and that if he didn't post again soon he might end up as a lurker
again...

aeek said:

John Pitts said:

the front and rear brake levers on different sides in different parts
of
the world? Is it a European/Australian thing, or a drive on the
right/left side of the road thing? Or is it just your bike that's
odd,

A drive right/left thing combined with international standards
developed by non-cyclists.
So you can signal that you are turning across traffic & operate your
rear brake, cos the front is too dangerous if you can't modulate it.

Thanks. It just never occurred to me that anyone would do it
differently!

Quoted message said:

Result, I signal as I approach a blind intersection and stop
that/prepare to front brake just before I get line of sight.

I do that too.

Today I paid attention to how I use the brakes, and despite what I said
in my previous post, I noticed that that I hardly use the rear brake at
all.

Perhaps I should swap the cables over?

--
John Pitts <[email hidden]>
(To reply by mail, unscrew my address)

TimC said:

(cycling and geekery would be the best. I'm actually (very) slowly
working on one of those)

--
TimC -- http://astronomy.swin.edu.au/staff/tconnors/
[advice on riding in traffic:] make eye contact with drivers at every
possible opportunity. If they make eye contact, they'll feel worse
about running over you. -- Davidm @ aus.bicycle

Cycling and geekery is a mix that is working for me. Ive been lucky, I brought the nerd to my relationship while my girlfriend brought the cycling bug. Now it seems to be the reverse, im the one out on the bike, and about to wipe myself out up Ventoux while shes is on the pc nerding it up. Shes sexy and intelligent too! well....by my sarcastic, jaded, people are all [censored] view of the world. Now if only we could solve this soon to be problem of being opposite ends of the earth not knowing when we will see each other again.

Some advice for all prospective suitors of Dutch men or women.

- He/she stands a better chance of living in Aus.

- If you try to live in xenophobic Holland with your loved one, dont expect to have a work permit after at least 10 months (out of a 12 year Visa). If they say you need x amount of $, then triple it. If they call it a reciprocal Visa, dont believe them. Bring plenty of pens for all the useless paper work and red tape that you need to get through basically just to take a [censored] in this country. And dont be thick skinned. If your going to take a Dutch "integration" course then please make sure you brush up on how much it costs to rent a dvd. (This was seriously asked)

- If your a "skilled" work (which alot of the geeks on here seem to be) then forget what i just said and you will probably be warmly welcomed and things will be fine.

Oe "and people wonder why i am jaded" ly

oely said:

Cycling and geekery is a mix that is working for me. Ive been lucky, I brought the nerd to my relationship while my girlfriend brought the cycling bug. Now it seems to be the reverse, im the one out on the bike, and about to wipe myself out up Ventoux while shes is on the pc nerding it up. Shes sexy and intelligent too! well....by my sarcastic, jaded, people are all [censored] view of the world. Now if only we could solve this soon to be problem of being opposite ends of the earth not knowing when we will see each other again.

Some advice for all prospective suitors of Dutch men or women.

- He/she stands a better chance of living in Aus.

- If you try to live in xenophobic Holland with your loved one, dont expect to have a work permit after at least 10 months (out of a 12 year Visa). If they say you need x amount of $, then triple it. If they call it a reciprocal Visa, dont believe them. Bring plenty of pens for all the useless paper work and red tape that you need to get through basically just to take a [censored] in this country. And dont be thick skinned. If your going to take a Dutch "integration" course then please make sure you brush up on how much it costs to rent a dvd. (This was seriously asked)

- If your a "skilled" work (which alot of the geeks on here seem to be) then forget what i just said and you will probably be warmly welcomed and things will be fine.

Oe "and people wonder why i am jaded" ly

It's a conspiracy! You just have to come live in Aus. Seriously, I had to move 4,000km to be with my girlfriend (we've now been together 19 years). It's just something you have to do.

Hope it improves for you.

(one day I'll put the story of me, the Amsterdam railway station, the junkie, the police and the can of beer on the forum)

SteveA

SteveA wrote:

(one day I'll put the story of me, the Amsterdam railway station, the junkie, the police and the can of beer on the forum)

Please can that be now? I really want to hear this.

LotteBum said:

SteveA wrote:

(one day I'll put the story of me, the Amsterdam railway station, the junkie, the police and the can of beer on the forum)

Please can that be now? I really want to hear this.

Im curious also. There are that many stories that come from this city.

oely said:

Im curious also. There are that many stories that come from this city.

The (long) story..

Mid 1980's. I was backpacking in Europe. I had been travelling with a girl from Finland for a few days. We had checked out of our accommodation and went separate directions that morning. I was to catch a train that night. I had a bad cold so I spent the day doing lazy things around the station area. Coffee, watching buskers, chatting to other travellers. It started to get chilly so I sought the refuge of the station waiting room where I read a book.

While I was waiting, a chap about my own age with an American accent approached me. He was in quite an agitated state. He told me a sad story of having his wallet and all his credit cards, airline ticket, papers etc stolen and needing to get a train to Belgium where he had family and could get his airline ticket replaced.

He asked if I could help him out with some money which he would arrange for American Express to replay to me at my next destination (of course). I was sympathetic, but I am also naturally wary and cynical. I gave him the equivalent of A$10. I thought that if he was conning me, I was not going to miss that amount, but if he really was in genuine distress, It might go a little way to helping.

He got some money from other people who were waiting and then left. I went back to my book.

20 minutes later, he was back. This time being held by the scruff of the neck by a chap in a leather jacket and sunglasses. The leather jacket introduced himself as a policeman and told me that his charge was a junkie who scabbed money off travellers to buy his next fix. His parents were American and Dutch, hence the American accent. It appeared that he was a pest who was known to the police.

The cop asked if I would make a statement detailing what had happened. I agreed and went to the police office in/near the station. The cop typed up my statement. In Dutch. He read it back in English and asked me to sign it. I don't speak Dutch. I do speak German so I could guess some of what was on the statement. Before I would sign it, I demanded that the cop also type "as translated into English and read to the signatory in English by........" and that the cop put his signature to the translation. He did, and I then signed it. While all this was happening I got coffee and biscuits from the cops. And I got to sit in a warm police station.

I then went back to the waiting room to read my book and wait for my train. Half an hour into the book, my junkie 'mate' arrived again.

He had come to apologise. I said "thanks for the apology now feck off". He did.

Another half hour later he came back, this time with a can of Heineken as a peace offering and a lament along the lines of "I'm sorry, I want to be your friend" . This time I spoke much softer but when I told him to "Feck Off" he knew I was serious and he never came back.

(And I never got my money back either)

SteveA

SteveA said:

oely said:

Im curious also. There are that many stories that come from this city.

The (long) story..

Mid 1980's. I was backpacking in Europe. I had been travelling with a
girl from Finland for a few days. We had checked out of our
accommodation and went separate directions that morning. I was to catch
a train that night. I had a bad cold so I spent the day doing lazy
things around the station area. Coffee, watching buskers, chatting to
other travellers. It started to get chilly so I sought the refuge of
the station waiting room where I read a book.

While I was waiting, a chap about my own age with an American accent
approached me. He was in quite an agitated state. He told me a sad
story of having his wallet and all his credit cards, airline ticket,
papers etc stolen and needing to get a train to Belgium where he had
family and could get his airline ticket replaced.

He asked if I could help him out with some money which he would arrange
for American Express to replay to me at my next destination (of course).
I was sympathetic, but I am also naturally wary and cynical. I gave
him the equivalent of A$10. I thought that if he was conning me, I was
not going to miss that amount, but if he really was in genuine distress,
It might go a little way to helping.

He got some money from other people who were waiting and then left. I
went back to my book.

20 minutes later, he was back. This time being held by the scruff of
the neck by a chap in a leather jacket and sunglasses. The leather
jacket introduced himself as a policeman and told me that his charge
was a junkie who scabbed money off travellers to buy his next fix. His
parents were American and Dutch, hence the American accent. It appeared
that he was a pest who was known to the police.

The cop asked if I would make a statement detailing what had happened.
I agreed and went to the police office in/near the station. The cop
typed up my statement. In Dutch. He read it back in English and asked
me to sign it. I don't speak Dutch. I do speak German so I could guess
some of what was on the statement. Before I would sign it, I demanded
that the cop also type "as translated into English and read to the
signatory in English by........" and that the cop put his signature to
the translation. He did, and I then signed it. While all this was
happening I got coffee and biscuits from the cops. And I got to sit in
a warm police station.

I then went back to the waiting room to read my book and wait for my
train. Half an hour into the book, my junkie 'mate' arrived again.

He had come to apologise. I said "thanks for the apology now feck
off". He did.

Another half hour later he came back, this time with a can of Heineken
as a peace offering and a lament along the lines of "I'm sorry, I want
to be your friend" . This time I spoke much softer but when I told him
to "Feck Off" he knew I was serious and he never came back.

(And I never got my money back either)

SteveA

"Beggers" seem to be fairly common in European train stations. At Bern
in Switzerland the youth hostel is behind the parliment house and there
is a park area where drug addicts hang out. At night time you have to
"run the gauntlet" and hope you don't lose your wallet in the process.

Marty

nebakke said:

John Pitts said:

Pardon my ignorance Nebakke, but this is bothering me - do bikes have
the front and rear brake levers on different sides in different parts of
the world? Is it a European/Australian thing, or a drive on the
right/left side of the road thing? Or is it just your bike that's odd,
or have I completely misunderstood what you're saying? :-)

Just to double up on what my Scandinavian brother ;O) had to say, yup
they are indeed reversed, and I believe it's a left/right side of the
road thing...

Live and learn...

--
John Pitts <[email hidden]>
(Unscrew to reply by mail)

TimC said:

On 2005-06-06, Tamyka Bell (aka Bruce):

Quoted message said:

Bleve said:

I wonder if Tam knows what "Fsck" really is? 🙂

not exactly, just give me a sec... !man fsck ... yep now I do.

Who gives a fsck?

Not me! I use a journal!

you've obviously never experienced a system with multiple 2TB volumes
say goodby to the power mid-reboot?

you'll pray your fsck is the best thing there is... and is as fast as a
very fast thing.

cheers,

kim
~ /me is very glad for new shiny UPS type things 😉

On 2005-06-09, Kim Hawtin (aka Bruce)
was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea:

Quoted message said:

TimC said:

On 2005-06-06, Tamyka Bell (aka Bruce):

Quoted message said:

Bleve wrote:
>I wonder if Tam knows what "Fsck" really is? 🙂
not exactly, just give me a sec... !man fsck ... yep now I do.

Who gives a fsck?

Not me! I use a journal!

you've obviously never experienced a system with multiple 2TB volumes
say goodby to the power mid-reboot?

Heh. We currently have ~16TB or so. And every 6 months on average,
when the computers are rebooted for something or other, then the
computers decide it's been 180 days or more, so gotta get the fsck out
of here for a good long coffee break.

--
TimC
 *** System shutdown message from root ***
System going down in 60 seconds

"Marty" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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SNIP STEVEA'S BIT

Quoted message said:

"Beggers" seem to be fairly common in European train stations. At Bern
in Switzerland the youth hostel is behind the parliment house and there
is a park area where drug addicts hang out. At night time you have to
"run the gauntlet" and hope you don't lose your wallet in the process.

Marty

One of the funniest beggars I saw was in Florence. An old dear, walking
along. As she approached a group of tourists outside the Duomo she pulled
out a collapsible walking stick, bent almost double to use it and hobbled
pathetically around the group, rattling her paper cup. Once she got her
'donations', up she stood, folded up her walking stick and strolled away.
And they wonder why you become cynical!

Me