December 18th, 2001

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Nicholas and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Morning

So, as mentioned last night, I've been up since 1 am, give or take. Give or take what? I don't know, have some walnuts*.

At around 5 am I hopped in the shower, got ready, and took off. I got into the city around 6:30 or so, got on the subway, and rode down to Globix. So far, so good.

Got to Globix at around 6:45, and E (the new SA) was waiting for me, she took a cab from Brooklyn and beat me. Oh, did I mention it was cold and raining?

We went into the cage and got to work. Everything went smoothly, more or less - we shut down the 2nd netapp, took off the disk shelf, moved a couple of disks from that shelf to one of the 2 remaining shelves, and then shut down the 1st netapp and installed the new shelf on it. So far so good. We plug it in, turn it on, it comes up ok, but then we notice a failed disk. It automatically fails onto one of the spares, and starts repairing the volume. We yank a spare out of netapp2, plug it in netapp1, and add 3 disks (leaving 1 spare in the shelf). Then we wait for it to finish growing the volume.

While we wait, several machines commit suicide for our amusement, including one of our big expensive sun boxes which happened to be one of our primary db's. No big deal. :P Oh, and while rebooting one box, it randomly ejected the cd tray. I think it was sticking its tongue out at me.

There was a bit of a mess on the netapp; it turned out it was set to autonegotiate and the switch to 100-full, and my boss found and fixed that while we worked on bringing the db server back.

I guess it doesn't sound all that bad, but we were there for almost 4 hours working on stuff, waiting for volumes to rebuild and recover, having multiple machines die... it was ugly.

Oh, and on the way back due to a police investigation at 42nd the trains were all fscked up so we had to walk over to another train to get up here. Not a big deal but worth noting.

* - Nonsensicality comes easily when sleep has not.
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Overtired Haikus

flowers blown by wind
floating gently on current
white boy is dummy

see Lord of the Rings
wear your plastic underwear
or your seat will stick

network carefully
autonegotiation
is sucky sucky

two hours of sleep
pink elephants dance nicely
window licks my shoe
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St. John's

The Cathedral of St. John The Divine burned today. It's one of the largest churches in the world, and I think it's the largest in North America, perhaps even the hemisphere. It's big, it's beautiful, and it had all sorts of historical and religious artifacts and pieces of artwork. Many of them were destroyed.

Seeing it in the state it's in... it's horrifying. I want to cry. I loved that cathedral, it was so beautiful, so important. This city has been through so much in the past few months, and no aspect of our lives has gone untouched. Even for those non-Christians out there, it still served as a piece of history, as an art museum, as a symbol of remembrance and tolerance, and as a source of pride.

Fortunately the walls were stone, so the cathedral itself didn't take much damage. It was mainly the things inside - the art, the tapestries, the exhibits, that were destroyed. It's terrible, but I know we were lucky, it could've been so much worse... and it survived. I suppose in some ways that's something to be thankful for. They're even saying it'll be open again for the Christmas concerts and services.

I guess in some ways it's like a symbol of what's happened to us recently. It suffered a terrible tragedy, was horribly injured, but it survived. It was too strong to be pulled down by this, it was too big, too determined... just like the city it's a part of.

I hate what has happened to us, but all I can say to the world is, you've taken shot after shot, and you haven't beaten us. You never will. New York is the greatest city in the world, and we love this city with all our hearts. You'll have to kill every single person in the city, and every single person who carries a piece of it in their hearts, if you want to kill New York City... and there aren't enough bombs and bullets and planes and murderers and terrorists in the world to manage that one. So fuck you, and fuck your terror, and fuck your hatred. You can't beat us.

I should stop there, I suppose, end it on a high note... but... I just wish it would stop. I really do. Just because we won't let ourselves be beaten doesn't mean we want to be hurt. I'm tired of seeing my home attacked and burned and screaming in pain. How much do we have to go through to prove ourselves? When does it end? I'm tired.

I know, a lot of people have it worse in the world. I know, I'm terrible for whining about our problems when so many people are starving and dying and being killed and tortured and raped and beaten and whatever else. I'm sorry. I'm just tired of this.
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