I had a night of fitful sleep and rather strange dreams. One recurring setting was at a dammed creek in towering deciduous woods, probably in a bit a ravine. The damn was made of large blocks of a very dark stone, and the surround was in a bit of disrepair, yet not un pleasantly so. I would walk there (in sorrow?) and a jogger would pass. He and i would make eye contact. Then one time i am walking, crying, and see the jogger approaching. I pull myself together, he stops as if t ask if i am alright and then hesitates, seeing me putting on a brave face. He asks if he'll see me the next morning and jogs off.
This morning i've been playing Dungeons and Desktops, and it does lead to a rather positive feeling of making incremental progress.
The puttering with Amazon Web Services is because we are no longer colocating a mac mini in a data center, from which i could serve my web site (and Christine was hosting many others). It now sits in the living room, and i am crawling my blogs to make a static archive to put back up on the internet. I crawled for 12 hours before realizing something about how the crawler was configured was making an infinite depth of pages by inserting the path elements in over and over.
This morning i've been playing Dungeons and Desktops, and it does lead to a rather positive feeling of making incremental progress.
The puttering with Amazon Web Services is because we are no longer colocating a mac mini in a data center, from which i could serve my web site (and Christine was hosting many others). It now sits in the living room, and i am crawling my blogs to make a static archive to put back up on the internet. I crawled for 12 hours before realizing something about how the crawler was configured was making an infinite depth of pages by inserting the path elements in over and over.
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