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Trinitys DITL is here http://ditl.livejournal.com/1502429.html

Starting Weight: 153 lbs.

Current Stats
Weight:       155.4 lbs.
Body Fat:    10.8 %
Lean Mass:  89.2 %
BMI:            20.6

Weekly Overview
http://fiberoptic.org/health/fitbit-20120527.html

Workout
M/W/Sa
Two years... whee!

We're pretty sure we know where we're going to be moving now. I say "pretty sure" because at this point I'm not willing to hold my breath for anything. That said, I'm more "pretty sure" this time around than I have been in the past so we're just going to go with it. Move in date should be the first week of July. Basically one month. I don't really know what I can do to get ready though. Movers will come and take everything over and since it's only thirty minutes away packing/moving/unpacking shouldn't be a big deal. Shouldn't. Just like moving "shouldn't" have been an issue... I won't be surprised if the moving van gets lost and ends up in Canada, or in the river.

Anyway! This entry is going to be left open and I'll add to/cross off things as they come. I just need a space to keep track of things because I know I'm going to be forgetting important things and if I write anything down on paper it'll just get lost.

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You'd think I'd be a pro at this by now but I still have no freaking clue what I'm doing. I imagine the next month will just be me slowly slipping farther into my insanity. I have friends there, it's ok.

Friday was another DITL day. I started it but by the evening I wasn't taking any pictures. I'm still going to put up the few I did take but I'm not posting it to the DITL community.

This weekend we've had two girls running around the house. Z's friend Kristina came home on Friday and we've just kept her. We're taking her home in about an hour. They've survived the weekend wonderfully. There has been no drama, no tears, no hurt feelings. Saturday they spent most of the day outside building fairy houses in the back yard and kicking a soccer ball around. They've even eaten well - cleaning out my fridge of the 5 red bell peppers and at least one cucumber. Smoothies made with all fruit, yogurt and V8 juice made up most of the sweets too (minus the cake batter shakes). Not a bad way to spend a weekend.

Now, to survive the rest of the day and manage to get Zoe to finish a school project that's due at the end of the week. I'm guessing that might not go as smoothly as the past three days but I'm optimistic. Tomorrow will be spent with friends grilling and enjoying more predicted sunshine.

( DITL Here )

I feel slightly ungrateful, because while it's nice to have not been eliminated, I'm kind of bummed that I went through all that anxiety for nothing. Even when Gary doesn't intend to mess with our heads, the universe does it for him.

Poll #1842542 Act of God!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 16

My response to this weeks sudden lack of elimination was...

Speculation on exactly what sort of evil we will encounter this week is also welcome.

ETA: No new topic until late Monday. This makes me feel slightly better because by then, hopefully I'll feel inspired to write again. Right now I'm still decompressing from all the up and down this week!

(Wonder if our deadline will be in the middle of the week. That'll be rough.)

I have published version 2.8 of the ssdeep tool for fuzzy hashing. This is a bug-fix release, most notably quashing an issue on Win32 regarding spurious spaces in filenames. You can download the Windows binary or the *nix source code.

Here are all of the links I referenced in my talk on storytelling in computer forensics. The video should be posted soon. These are all great examples of storytelling!

Congressional Medal of Honor - Formal stories

"Fenimore Cooper's Literary Offenses" - Mark Twain's rules for Storytelling

Lamps as characters:
Pixar Jr.
IKEA Lamp

The 500 Mile Email - An excellent technical story

Clean All The Things

Cindy Murphy's case study, http://bit.ly/IkLZku

The Happy Secret to Better Work TED Talk

Receiving Mode-S Beacons with the Universal Software Radio Peripheral - Why screen captures are hard

http://www.storytellinginstitute.org/

run all uninst* from /opt/IBM/tivoli
remove contents of /opt/IBM/tivoli
remove contents of /opt/tivoli
remove contents of /home/db2inst1
remove /export/lppsource/TSM630ac

List the remnants in DE:
cd /usr/ibm/common/acsi/bin/
./de_lsrootiu.sh

Delete the UUID and discriminant (directory). My examples were:
./deleteRootIU.sh 2ADC4A33F09F4E85AD27963E850290C3 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2
./deleteRootIU.sh 3DD9564D2E7442788584C1F35B07F2A2 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2Components/TCRComponent
./deleteRootIU.sh 61AE95EAFC824C45BECFD427C959D5B7 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2Components/TCRComponent
./deleteRootIU.sh 7F15FB682C80DFB90EBE3B0BF5D8EDC6 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tsmac
./deleteRootIU.sh C00DA95AFD9B7E0397153CD944B5A255 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2

run all uninst* from /opt/IBM/tivoli
remove contents of /opt/IBM/tivoli
remove contents of /opt/tivoli
remove contents of /home/db2inst1
remove /export/lppsource/TSM630ac

List the remnants in DE:
cd /usr/ibm/common/acsi/bin/
./de_lsrootiu.sh

Delete the UUID and discriminant (directory). My examples were:
./deleteRootIU.sh 2ADC4A33F09F4E85AD27963E850290C3 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2
./deleteRootIU.sh 3DD9564D2E7442788584C1F35B07F2A2 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2Components/TCRComponent
./deleteRootIU.sh 61AE95EAFC824C45BECFD427C959D5B7 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2Components/TCRComponent
./deleteRootIU.sh 7F15FB682C80DFB90EBE3B0BF5D8EDC6 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tsmac
./deleteRootIU.sh C00DA95AFD9B7E0397153CD944B5A255 /opt/IBM/tivoli/tipv2

[Edit: Fixed it. Thanks anyway]

Fringe has been sold into non-exclusive off-network syndication on Science, a cable network owned by Discovery Communications. Being non-exclusive means Fringe may also be sold elsewhere, and the chatter is circling the usual suspects of Netflix, Hulu and Amazon.

Those who doubted whether Warner Brothers slashing their license fee to get another 13 episode fifth season would pay off may wish to rethink that reasoning. Or double down with it and go extra crazy in our comments.

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Lbr, we all know Science is superior to Syfy because they air Firefly.

I think of myself as someone who never grew up. Some of my favorite things in life would be more appropriate for an 8 year old than a 31 year old. In my head, that makes me the greatest parent ever because I still remember. Sometimes I forget that I did grow up (even if I still can't figure out when that happened).

Recently we've been running into the problem of Time with Zoe. We say she has five minutes until it's time to ___. She views that as five minutes left for her to play/read/whatever. I've tried explaining that when anyone says there is five minutes or less of any activity - that's the time you start cleaning up. It's like having a conversation with a wall. In the past week (all four days of it) I think Brad and I have had this conversation in many different forms at least 20 times. It's slightly frustrating. This morning she was up and dressed early. She'd had breakfast and brushed her teeth and hair. She was "completely ready to go" so she sat down to work on a project for school. I told her she had five minutes left and explained that she should start cleaning up. After more explanation and discussion she finally started to. When five minutes were up I started walking down to the door and Zoe ... walked to the bathroom because she needed to go before we left. /maternal sigh

We had another one of our "conversations" all the way down to the bus. At least the part that she wasn't running ahead of me or telling me to just go home. At one point she told me that Brad and I were "torturing" her. I shook my head and laughed. She took that about as well as any ten year old would. She walked ahead of me, mad, I let her. Once we were sitting at the bus stop I asked if she would listen to me so I could explain. Like most ten year old's, the kiddo is incredibly sensitive. Like MY kiddo, it's mostly when she thinks Brad or I are mad at her. I'm still impressed that she listened. Typically this is when she shuts down and refuses to be anything but pissed. I explained that my laughter wasn't directed at her (which is what she thought), instead it's just due to the fact that her definition of "torture" and mine are vastly different. While my definition still isn't from someone who's ever experienced true torture, I've read stories, I've seen pictures, I've heard the tears in other peoples voices as they've told me. Zoe is ten. She has no life experience of anything that comes close. To my ten year old, having her iTouch taken away is torture. Having to go to bed before 8pm is torture. Hell, being ten is torture. I forgot.

I tried explaining this. Explaining how when I laugh in situations like that it's not at her but because of the situation. Her statements are exaggerations to the point of being comical from my perspective. From where she's standing, it's all very true and honest. And I laughed. No wonder she was pissed. I apologized and told her while I couldn't promise never to do it again (because I was honest, just like my cussing upsets her and I try not to do it (and yes, I see the irony there), sometimes I slip up and I really don't like breaking promises). I would try incredibly hard not to and now that I can see it from a different angle, I don't think I'll do it again.

When I was a little older than Zoe is now I remember my Mom just saying my name. The exasperation she could put behind my two syllables is something I can still remember vividly. What can I say? My hair always needed to be washed just at the same time everyone else was getting into the car for church on Sunday morning. It didn't take any time though so I didn't understand why she would get so frustrated.

I forgot ;)

Starting Weight: 153 lbs.

Current Stats
Weight:       154.4 lbs.
Body Fat:    10.4 %
Lean Mass:  89.6 %
BMI:            20.5

Weekly Overview
http://fiberoptic.org/health/fitbit-20120520.html

Workout
M/W/Sa
Despite being out of town, I got all my workouts in.

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When Fringe kicks off its fifth and final season this fall, it will be down one castmember.

Sources confirm to TVLine that Seth Gabel will not be back as a series regular.

In a recent interview with TVLine, Fringe‘s leading lady, Anna Torv, noted that the odds of Gabel returning were slim.

“I don’t think [we'll see Lincoln again],” she lamented. “Unless we go to the other side, no” — a prospect made less likely by the season-ending closing of the bridge between the two worlds.

A Fringe insider, however, isn’t ruling out a guest appearance or two by Gabel during the final 13 episodes.

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http://www.ercot.com/news/press_releases/show/518

Additional capacity, conservation and other tools needed to ensure future electric reliability

May 22, 2012, AUSTIN, TX -- A new long-term study released today confirmed that the Electric Reliability Council of Texas (ERCOT), grid operator for most of Texas, foresees potential electricity shortages within the coming decade as electric use in Texas continues to hit new records.

"To ensure future electric reliability in the ERCOT region...

Since it's a contestant-only vote this week, once you're done voting there is nothing to do except sit here and stew. So if you're like me and need a poll to watch, HERE IT IS!

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Feel free to link to this - I'm also going to post it in the Green Room if a post ever goes up. :D

May 21, 2012: Three weeks ago we officially announced the plan to overhaul Scrapbook, LiveJournal’s exclusive photo-hosting feature for Plus, Paid and Perm accounts. Today we’re letting you know that the new Scrapbook will release this week; in anticipation, we want to give you a bit more information on some additional changes that have been made. The newest additions to the FAQ are under the cut; the original FAQ about the new Scrapbook is in the previous news post.

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This entry is an unofficial intersection with the awesomely twisted alien_infinity, whose entry can be found here - it may be advisable to read hers first. It's also part of the same story as my entry from last week but is meant to stand on its own. For those who have read last week's piece, this one takes place a few months earlier.



I don't know where I am or how I got here. There are bright lights in my face and they're blinding me. Something whooshes by me, so hot and heavy that it almost knocks me down. Horns blare.

Car.

My brain is sluggish, weighted down.

"HEY, LADY! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Another enormous whoosh of air follows the shouting voice. I lurch away from the headlights and horns, tripping as my feet hit the curb. I fall onto the sidewalk, scraping my hands and tearing the knees of my jeans.

Oh god, not again.

My head is spinning and I'm sick to my stomach. Sitting on the pavement, I clutch my knees and take huge gulps of the night air. The memories are like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me.

* * * * *
I'm surrounded by a curtain of heavy gray mist. A great crash rips through the air - I think it's thunder until the fog parts to reveal an enormous black egg. As I watched, figures begin to emerge from it - dark, human-shaped creatures with wings the color of blood. Though I can't make out any features, even their shadows are so terrifying they steal my breath.

* * * * *
A siren is wailing not far away. Blue lights wash over me as a police car pulls up to the curb. The officer steps out; he is tall with white hair and a kind face. "Do you need some help, miss?" he asks.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. My chest is tight; my heart jackhammers against my ribs. I'm breathing in ragged gasps. My hands are clenched into claws, fingers tingling. I start to wonder if I'm going to die right here on the sidewalk.

"Miss? Do you need medical assistance?"

I'm drowning. The cop's voice is tinny and distant. I nod.

"Try to stay calm. I'm calling an ambulance."

His radio crackles and I hear him speak into it. Then he's sitting beside me on the pavement, telling me to try and take deep breaths.

Riiiight, I think, if it were that simple, I'd have been doing it all along.

He's still speaking, and his voice is low and soothing. My breathing starts to slow and the crushing pressure in my chest begins to ease. All the strength drains out of me; my limbs feel impossibly heavy. I slump forward and rest my head on my knees.

More sirens. Strong hands grasp my shoulders and lift me to my feet. Everything is a blur. There are voices, but I can't make out what they're saying. My eyes are closing; I just want to sleep.

* * * * *
I'm crouched in the corner of an immense room with walls of alabaster. At one end of the cavernous space is a throne with a man perched atop it. The man is draped in a ridiculous furry purple cloak and gold robes and wears a crown dripping with gaudy jewels. On the other side of the chamber, a slender girl with a dark brown ponytail and blue eyes stands, straight as a board. The bejeweled man studies her with almost clinical detachment.

* * * * *
I open my eyes and blink against the glare of harsh fluorescent lights. The world swims into focus - bright white sheets and sterile machines. Everything feels hazy and unreal. A young woman with blue eyes and dark hair pulled into a ponytail smiles at me. Though she doesn't look much older than me, I recognize her as Dr. Weston. She hands me some water in a paper cup.

The questions begin.

Do you know your name?

Yes! An easy question. "Sam. Sam Jenkins."

Do you know why you're here?

This one is harder. I'm not sure what happened to me. The last sane thing I remember is being in my dorm room on a quiet Friday evening. My roommate Kat was out and I was sipping a cup of coffee that was mostly cream and sugar. I sat down at my desk to write. After that, nothing makes sense.

The doctor with the ponytail is watching me, waiting for an answer I don't have. I shake my head.

Is there someone we can call?

Oh! I know this one. Without hesitation, I give her Daisuke's number.

He arrives twenty minutes later, eyes sleepy and hair sticking out at odd angles. I wonder idly what time it is. He leans in and hugs me hard. I'm aching all over, but I don't complain.

"Nice hair," I tease him after he breaks the embrace. He doesn't look amused.

"Are you going to tell me what happened this time, Sam?"

Shit! I haven't given much thought to what exactly I'm going to tell him. He's my best friend, and I should be able to tell him the truth. The only problem is that the truth makes me look delusional.

"The doctor said I had a panic attack," I hedge.

"A panic attack? Was it related to - " He doesn't finish. His eyes are big and scared.

"I still haven't told anyone about that," I say.

"Are you going to?" he asks.

"I don't know what to tell them," I say, choking back tears. "Daisuke, I think I'm losing my mind."

He grabs my hand and squeezes it, and I want to tell him everything.

"They found me wandering in the street," I say. "I don't know how I got there."

My words catch in my throat. In my mind's eye, I see myself telling him about the demons in the mist. I was in another world, I say, and then all of a sudden I was in the middle of the street. I imagine his eyes going hard as he looks away.

"The last thing I remember is being in my room," I lie, and leave it at that.

* * * * *
The girl fixes the man on the throne with a defiant stare. Then her gaze shifts downward to a carpet of iridescent glass eggshells. Lifting her head high, she steps forward onto the shards of glass. Streams of crimson drench the ground beneath her bare feet, but she appears not to notice. In no time, she's reached the other side, crossing a river of her own blood to get there.

* * * * *
Knock knock knock. The rapping of knuckles against my door rouses me from a thick and dreamless sleep.

"Samantha, it's time for your meds!" says a disembodied voice.

"It's Sam," I grumble without even opening my eyes.

The light flicks on, and I lift my eyelids just enough to see a young male nurse who hands me a cup of pills. Without asking for water, I knock them back so he'll leave. When he's gone, I groan and bury my face in my flimsy institutional pillow. Since I've been here, it feels like I've done nothing but sleep - but I'm still exhausted.

Despite what Daisuke says, I know I can't come clean to Dr. Weston. Talk of acid trips and winged creatures that hatch from eggs will only earn me another admission to Rainey Institute. Even though it's probably where I belong, I don't want to go back there. My memories of my last stay at the psychiatric hospital are a blur of pills in paper cups and sleep filled with too-real dreams.

Kat came to see me on my first day at Rainey, armed with a bag of my clothes, a mylar balloon that said "Get Well Soon" and a batch of homemade brownies. Though I did my best to feign interest in her breezy chatter about things back at school, her easy smile soon grew strained. She bit back questions while I chewed my nails, knowing I'd never answer. She left after thirty minutes - there was nothing more to say.

She never visited me again. None of my friends did, except Daisuke.

He showed up for visiting hours every day, despite the fact that I wouldn't tell him the whole story. The first day, he bombarded me with questions, but I stared at my feet and didn't respond. After that, he stopped asking - I think he was afraid of the answers. So am I.

I remember sitting in group therapy while a girl named Mary monopolized the entire session. She told us she was at Rainey to hide from a group of scientists and politicians who were stalking her. "They're out to get me," she said, "because I know The Truth."

Though she couldn't tell us what The Truth was, They had taken control of everything in her life to prevent her from revealing it. Her friends, her family, and even her cat - all were working for Them. She heard Their voices on her radio, saw Their faces on her television, read Their words in her books.

Shuddering, I wonder if this will be my fate as well. I look around the room for something to distract me. My eyes fall on the pencil and paper one of the nurses brought me. Since my laptop is still back in my dorm room, it's the only way I can write.

Writing. That's it. The realization is a devastating blow.

These "episodes" I've been having - both of them happened when I sat down to write. I found myself somewhere I did not remember going, assaulted by vivid memories that couldn't be real. What if I'm traveling to worlds that I've written? It sounds impossible, but if it's true I can prove it. My fingers tremble as I reach for my cell phone.

* * * * *
With steel in her eyes, the girl faces the bejeweled man. He speaks to her, his countenance impassive, and she kneels upon the razor-sharp shards. Though her posture is one of supplication, her face shows no fear. The man appears to listen for a moment, and then his features contort with senseless rage. Armed men appear from the ether and drag the girl away.




Author's Note:
I love concrit of all flavors, so please feel free to share. I'm especially interested in knowing whether the ending works for you and if the piece as a whole works without knowing the story from last week's post. Thanks!

Deduplication is basically solid compression with a huge dictionary. If you send in pre-compressed data, your deduplication ratio will suffer. This is because, A) it's already compressed, and B) because the substitution table will be different for minor file changes.

The exception is when you compress as part of the deduplication processing. Some engines will chunk the data, tag/identify duplicate vs new, and THEN compress the data. This works pretty well, and in an incremental-forever environment, you can expect 6.8-7.8:1 reduction in stored data.

If you send fulls every day, then you can expect (days*0.9):1 ratio. Ie, if you keep 30 days of fulls, you can expect somewhere around 25:1 reduction in data (assuming 10% daily change rate).

If you multiplex/interleave your data, you can expect maybe 2:1. This is because your duplicate data is paired with different blocks each time. It's best to use "FILESPERSET=1" or "MULTIPLEX=1" or similar.

Also, depending on the ingest processor, chunk sizes up to 500GB may be good, but larger may change the chunk size. This can be a problem for systems which perform image AND file level backups of the same data, or archive logs plus databases.

For precompressed data, you can expect 1.3:1.

For encrypted data, you can expect 0.9-1.0:1, depending on the system and data size.

This all holds true, whether it's deduplication from Linux, CommVault, TSM, ProtecTier, FalconStor, or whatever. The only real difference between different forms of deduplication at this point are the performance of the chunking and identification algorithms, and the scalability of the chunk store.

Hello Fringies! Just letting you know that our super secret fan project is still going on, and we're hoping for a lot of you to join us! The deadline is now July 31st, that is still more than enough time to participate. Please see this entry over at cortexifans for all the information you need. If you have any questions, feel free to comment over there. :)

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In this final Season 4 installment of "Noble Intentions," John Noble discusses Walter's thoughts on Bell's declaration that he is God, and Walter's decision to kill Olivia.