After almost exactly a year of downtime, I finally got a real (small) webhost and stood my blog up again.
For its entire previous existence, this blog lived on whatever desktop Mac I happened to own at the time. In retrospect, I think I just did it to prove, yes, Macs are actual Unix machines (see, real servers), but, of course, using your desktop machine as a live webserver is really an unnecessary pain in the ass.
Moving it over to an actual webhost was really, really simple: less than 3 hours of work from creating the VM to a fully functioning blog, and that includes the time I spent trying to find the right backup and rsyncing a bunch of crap around. For abandonware, Blosxom is still a pretty robust bit of software.
I’m sure there’s some broken stuff (most of work was weaving a scary web of symlinks so as to avoid having to edit old entries), so if you see anything obviously borked please leave a comment.
I may even start writing again. The past 18 months of my life have been ridiculously eventful.
While the engineer developed his thesis, the director leaned over to
his assistant and whispered, “Did you ever hear of why the sea is salt?”
“Why the sea is salt?” whispered back the assistant. “What do you
The director continued: “When I was a little kid, I heard the story of
`Why the sea is salt’ many times, but I never thought it important until just
a moment ago. It’s something like this: Formerly the sea was fresh water and
salt was rare and expensive. A miller received from a wizard a wonderful
machine that just ground salt out of itself all day long. At first the miller
thought himself the most fortunate man in the world, but soon all the villages
had salt to last them for centuries and still the machine kept on grinding
more salt. The miller had to move out of his house, he had to move off his
acres. At last he determined that he would sink the machine in the sea and
be rid of it. But the mill ground so fast that boat and miller and machine
were sunk together, and down below, the mill still went on grinding and that’s
why the sea is salt.”
“I don’t get you,” said the assistant.
— Guy Endore, “Men of Iron”