Ángel
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Comprar LA ATALAYA RECORTADA CONTRA EL CIELO (editorial Libros del Futuro)
Sinopsis:
Bran tuvo una adolescencia complicada, y su vida adulta no es mejor. Una sucesión de pérdidas familiares, una gran cicatriz en la cara y sus circunstancias personales han forjado en ella una personalidad esquiva.Y como si fuera una maldición añadida, la protagonista hereda y debe hacerse cargo de una casa familiar, epicentro de buena parte de las desgracias que se abatieron sobre sus seres queridos.
Una visita a la enmohecida y arruinada vivienda, ubicada en un pequeño pueblo madrileño, sumergirá a Bran en una travesía angustiante por túneles oscuros, estancias claustrofóbicas y seres terroríficos.
This morning, as the zfs-send/receive had finished its job during the night, I performed the last sync and moved FediMeteo from the previous 4 euros/month VPS - netcup - to a 4 euros/month VPS - OVH, Milano, Italy.
Thanks to #BastilleBSD and the jail setup, it was easy peasy.
So, the weather forecasts are now broadcast from Italy and the performance has skyrocketed - while still being served by a 4 euro/month VPS.
I suspect the netcup VM had been capped by the provider - but I'll investigate.
So...Ciao, FediMeteo!
In the past few days FediMeteo seemed to be having some performance trouble. I dug into it and only found minor issues, until I realised the VM itself had fallen off a cliff. After several reboots it became clear that both bandwidth and I/O latency had dropped to absurd levels. I suspect the provider slapped a cap on it.
So I took the chance to move everything to another VM and provider, still at 4 euro per month. And starting today, forecasts will be delivered straight from Italy. The performance jump feels like going from a storm to clear skies.
FediMeteo’s mission goes on. More countries are coming (stay tuned!) and we will keep aiming to serve everything from a 4 euro VM. I do have powerful hardware available, but proving that the project can run on tiny resources is still part of the mission.
#FediMeteo #FediMeteoAnnouncements #FediMeteoServices #VM #RunBSD #FreeBSD
Del lat. ad Ephesios 'a los efesios', título de una epístola de san Pablo, por alus. a las penalidades que pasó el santo en Éfeso durante su predicación.Fuente: Palabra del día del diccionario de la lengua española (RAE)
1. 1. m. Persona o cosa ridícula, extravagante o muy fea.
Sin.:
+ esperpento, fantoche, birria, mamarracho, hazmerreír, facha, espantajo.
2. 2. m. Despropósito, disparate, extravagancia. U. m. en pl.
In the past few days I’ve seen talk about RAM prices shooting up due to demand from big datacenters.
Today I read that a historic brand like Crucial - I own plenty of their hardware, including SSDs - is dropping consumer products to focus on gear for those same datacenters.
The result (or maybe the intention?) is to push people away from self hosting, undermine the OwnYourData idea and make everyone depend on huge datacenters for life.
So much for owning your data.
So much for decentralisation.
Because taking down one giant datacenter is far easier than taking down thousands or millions of individual nodes.
Friends and colleagues, don’t trade your freedom for a bit of convenience. Once you give it away, getting it back is very hard.
Always Own Your Data.
There is a different telling of this story that says that, when everybody met, nobody had chosen the same verses; because of this, after deletion, the poem was left with only three lines, the ones chosen by Ovid. He was not upset, though, because he saw it coming: the slaughtered text showed Latin words for "My friends are a bunch of hateful motherfuckers".
I'm in a very old house with a wardrobe in each bedroom and I'm checking every single one of them for Narnia access because magic is everywhere and also I really need to get the hell away from these people
Salvatore Sanfilippo (creator of Redis, and more) published a beautiful video inspired by my latest blog post. I was really pleased! It's in Italian, but auto-generated English audio track is available.
No hay respuestas mágicas: si sigues creyendo en esa historia, reescribe el principio. Si ya no, pues al cajón, y a por otra.
Last week in a seminar we discussed a text that was largely about sexual violence, including mass rape during war. Heavy stuff.
One student admitted they had not read the text but worked off a ChatGPT summary.
They had no idea the text was about sexual violence. ChatGPT withheld that information.
This wasn’t just a minor error nor a typical LLM hallucination.
About a third of the text, arguably its most important part, went completely ignored because it didn’t match OpenAI’s content policies
The Chair
A familiar road, a moment of pause. I found myself looking at a place that once meant purpose and community. It’s a quiet reflection on what remains when people move on and what stays behind in silence.
"Stop that Frenchie shit, Skips. What do you want me to tell you?"
"Tell me that I will be able to forget about this."
The room was dark and humid. A bare lightbulb over their heads, brownish stains on the floor. Skips was young and blond and had a gun in his hand; he trembled like a cold lump of lard. Jean-Loup Lamarc, older and unfazed, was nearby. The traitor was tied to a chair, watery eyes, mouth silenced by a dirty cloth. Lamarc was no moron and knew that time was not on their side, but sighed and started talking to confort the younger man because what must be done must be done and the time is now.
"I won't tell you such thing."
"Oh, please, Frenchie. I... I will feel this sorrow for the rest of my life."
"Oh, you won't do that, either."
"I can't..." He really seemed to mean it.
"I will not lie to you and say it will be easy, man. Not even remotely easy. You will wake up in the middle of the night, Skips. You'll swim in a sea of sweat. Many times. You will feel a ghost whispering into one of your funny little ears. Whispering ugly things to you, Skips. You will cry a river, like Julie London sang. But one day, I cannot say if it will be next week or next month or in your sister's wedding, as I say, one day, you will wake up, you will start having your eggs or your cereal or whatever the fuck you use to have for breakfast, and you will realize that you had not remembered this mess for a couple of days. And then you'll be over it. And the next time it won't be a couple days, but four days, or four weeks, or whatever measure of time you can name. Putain, one day you won't even remember the details, or your father's writing, or the fucking dirty money, or the visage of any of these pieces of shit. So just do it. Do it fucking now."
Skips shot the poor scumbag in the head. His face exploded like in a seedy B movie.
"Oh, Skips, sure you've made a pretty cute dish of Chicken Vindaloo here. Now let's run as fast as we can."
Tires screeched nearby.
Say what you will about Debian, but I still have about 2½ years left before I even have to think about Firefox getting AI features.
It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable Earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible.Rainer Maria Rilke, on literature
I have a crappy, broken, 7/8 years old Android phone. It doesn't allow the instalation of GrapheneOS or any other Google-free software. When it eventually breaks, I will buy another crappy, cheap Android one, because the only real alternative is Apple, which is also an asshole corporation and their products are ridiculously expensive for no reason. Anyway, I try to minimize mobile phone usage to the minimum.
I don't use Google Search. But, given that what I usually search for are computing algorithms or popular culture info about movies, music, painters or books, I always search the Wikipedia first. For the other cases, I search with DuckDuckGo (yes, I know, it's really Bing behind, and Microsoft is another asshole corporation which I hate with especial passion).
I don't use Chrome. I use Firefox, both on my Linux/BSD desktops and on mobile. I don't like it, but it's good enough. Yes, Mozilla is another asshole corporation that is working in making Firefox a worse product day by day.
The only Google product I use voluntarily is Youtube. I feel sorry and innerly contradictory, but I like it.
Static Web Hosting on the Intel N150: FreeBSD, SmartOS, NetBSD, OpenBSD and Linux Compared
Update: This post has been updated to include Docker benchmarks and a comparison of container overhead versus FreeBSD Jails and illumos Zones.
#ITNotes #freebsd #illumos #jail #linux #netbsd #openbsd #ownyourdata #server #smartos #sysadmin #zoneshosting
The Lady of the Clock
The search for an antique clock turns into an encounter with its elderly owner and a promise to become the custodian of a century of memories. A personal reflection on legacy, loss, and the stories objects carry.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/11/16/the-lady-of-the-clock/
"I’d never ask AI to write for me any more than I’d ask a robot to go for a walk in the woods for me. I love writing, why would I want to have a tool do it for me?"Linda Caroll, What human writers must learn from AI
they killed god and replaced her with an autocomplete and a subscription model and the devil does not haunt this world anymore because our souls are no longer worth taking
@pkw I get the same feeling with things like Rust and Bluesky as well. Yes, they are probably better than mainstream alternatives, but they are also massively complicated and still run by all the same kinds of people with the same kinds of agendas
Simplicity should be the objective, so that we never end up in a situation where a small group holds a monopoly on important software
I.e., Dillo and Links are far more revolutionary than Servo, because they are trying to actually change the web
A pale, thin woman opened the door. She was in his forties. Long, dark hair. Watery eyes.
"Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Brown", I said, showing my business card.
She took a look at the small cardboard piece and read: "Miroslav Corbett — Documentalist". She seemed sleepy and out of focus. "I... I thought it was Corbet with only one T."
"It's a common mistake", I said. "Are you Mrs. Brown?".
"Yes. Oh, please, come in."
She invited me to a wooden chair by a table. On it there were some cups, a coffee jar and a small dish with cookies. An old record turntable was playing some awful trumpet jazz tune.
A man in a worn sweater entered the room. He also looked tired, a red stubble, his skin like old paper.
"Mr. Brown, I suppose", I said. "This is Miroslav Corbett. I came to speak about your son."
"Oh", he said, "which one? Are they in trouble?". His face looked sincerely concerned.
"Not yet as far as I know", I said, "Are they at home?"
"Oh yes. Do you want me to... eh... bring them here?"
"If you please", I said while taking a cookie. It tasted like dust.
"Mr. Corbett,", she said, "in your card says that you are a documentalist. What are the matters you usually document?".
"I document... oddities. You know, during the Great Anomaly, many fissures happened in the reality fabric. Some of them were not totally fixed and sometimes creatures and inaccuracies still permeate to our world. My work is to write about them."
"Oh", she said, "do you suspect that...?"
The man entered back into the room surrounded by two boys. I immediately saw the problem.
One of the boys was unclean, brunette and sleepy like his parents. The other one looked very different: milky-skinned, the black and deep eyes of a hunter, quiet but alert, definitely an otherworldly look.
"These are Cletus Jr. and Tusk", said Mr. Brown, "say hello to Mr. Corbett."
They did.
"So your name is Tusk, eh?", I said to the out-of-place kid, "What things do you like?"
"I like human activities,", he said, "for I am an ordinary boy."
Ordinary boy my ass, I thought.
"What kind of activities?"
"Like, listening to jazz and going to the school and breathing."
"Oh, that really sounded like what an ordinary boy would say.", I said.
The woman, who seemed to realize that something odd was happening, asked me: "What is the problem?"
"The problem is", I said, "that you don't have two children, but one."
"What?", said the man.
"I have the papers here. Cletus Zebulon and Brandine Sue Brown, respectable suburban hillbillies. One kid, Cletus Jr., 7 years old, mediocre student, awful football player."
"What do you mean?", said the woman, visibly disturbed. "We have two boys... Cletus and... Tusk."
"Oh, come on. Tusk is not even a name for a boy", I said.
"I am a real boy", said the odd child. His face already looked somewhat bizarre and his voice sounded like filtered through a reverb effect from a cheap movie.
"Look at him,", I said to her, "he looks, like, six or seven? That is not possible. He wasn't even here last week. He's an anomaly, a creature from another plane. He is manipulating your minds into thinking he is your son. But it's not."
And then to the kid: "Are you listening to me? This is not your family. You should go. You don't belong here."
The kid, or should I say the thing, was having difficulties to look even human, as his contour started to look diffuse. His putative parents were utterly confused and in horror.
"Ok,", I said, "it has been a pleasure. I have to go. Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown, thank you very much for your attention."
"What?", said the woman, "Are you leaving now? Are you leaving us like this?"
The boy didn't look like a boy anymore: I know better not looking directly at abominations while they are transforming into their real shape, but for sure he was pretty hideous.
"I'm afraid I'll do.", I said, "I don't fix anomalies or oddities, nor kill runaway creatures, soul sickers nor mind hunters. I only document the facts. Goodbye."
I left and closed the apartment door, leaving horrid sounds and awful smells behind me.
The stranger on the coach says: "What are you doing here again, Stefano? You died in that fog many decades ago. This is my house now."
I have just read this sentence: "Usually I pick up Starbucks for my morning coffee because it's closer than my local coffee shop and I don't have to put on real clothes to drive through it..."
And I'm just. Staring into the distance in European. You DRIVE to get COFFEE before putting on your CLOTHES? You can't be bothered to put on clothes because you haven't had your morning coffee but you will DRIVE to a fully another location that isn't YOUR FUCKING HOUSE to get it??? You will operate. The machinery! On the roads, that you share with other people! To drive to a location?? When you could just make it at home??
I try not to judge but, dear reader, I am fucking judging 😶
Mary Wollstonecraft, The Woman Who Laid the Foundation for Feminism
"Think 18th-century feminism must be outdated? Think again—there is still so much to learn from the life and writing of Mary Wollstonecraft."
https://www.thecollector.com/mary-wollstonecraft-woman-laid-foundation-feminism/
Wollstonecraft at PG:
Since the 1990s every tech wave has been a pump and dump bubble laying the groundwork for the next pump and dump bubble. The staggering inefficiency of such a Ponzi economy, channelling capital into mega-billionaires pockets instead of productive growth is why China is rolling out 400 kph mag lev trains while we are shoveling brain dead software into toasters.
This Isn't a Battle
After reading a post describing the FreeBSD community as 'toxic', I share a different perspective. This isn't a battle. It's a reflection on coexistence, the original Open Source spirit, and the quiet richness of taking a different path.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/11/14/this-isnt-a-battle/
#MyNotes #IT #SysAdmin #FreeBSD #NetBSD #OpenBSD #Linux #OpenSource
How Catastrophic Is It If the AI Bubble Bursts? An FAQ.
https://www.theringer.com/2025/11/04/tech/ai-bubble-burst-popping-explained-collapse-or-not-chatgpt
The AI industry’s most important product is not a chatbot or a video generator; it’s the story the AI industry is telling about itself
bathing
I use @OpenBSDAms btw
#unix_surrealism #openbsd #vmm #vmd #poster #comic #linux #plan9 #glenda
Many articles I read from before 2024 contain correct but dated information. Many articles I read from after 2024 contain incorrect information, obvious LLM hallucinations.
The internet is becoming an increasingly difficult 'place' to manage.
This week's comic is about how easily conventional wisdom gets turned on its head by bad faith actors, especially in a media environment lacking responsible editors.
This is why developing critical thinking is important instead of cheating in schoolwork. You can stand out from the crowd with creativity and original ideas. You have to decide to work hard now or suffer later unless you're going to inherit a good fortune 🤣 It is your call but there is no doubt AI is disturbing job market for younger graduates.
Updated "greek task list":
orphean task: when you almost succeed, but lose everything the moment you turn around to check your progress.
daedalean task: when you’re forced to design something brilliant and functional… that you yourself will inevitably become trapped inside.
medusan task: when your project becomes so horrifying that everyone involved freezes in place rather than deal with it.
tantaline task: when success is right there, but bureaucracy or budget cuts keep snatching it away at the last moment, forever.
pandoran task: when fixing one small issue unleashes a thousand new ones, but hey — at least there’s still hope somewhere in the ticket backlog.
odyssean task: when the assignment technically has an end, but it’s buried under so many side quests that you forget what the original goal was.
narcissian task: when the entire effort is about maintaining appearances rather than achieving anything of substance.
promethean task: when you give people a powerful new tool that could transform their work — and are punished eternally for doing so.
orestian task: when the mess you’re cleaning up is the direct result of the last cleanup you performed.
thesean task: when the only way to finish is to disassemble everything piece by piece — until you’re no longer sure if what’s left is the same project you started.
achillean task: when your work is flawless except for that one fatal oversight that will, inevitably, destroy you.
penelopean task: when you diligently undo by night what you accomplish by day, just to keep the stakeholders pacified.
midasean task: when everything you touch turns into paperwork, compliance documents, or gold-plated nonsense nobody actually needs.
gordian task: not intended to be actually done, but violence is the answer.
No me la había leído entera y aunque hay un par de puntos en los que disiento el resto me parece que si se tendiesen a conseguir y hacer respetar la sociedad sería mucho mejor.
Pero con todo el bagaje de odio y discriminación que arrastramos la tarea se me hace difícil.
Eso sí, no existe el derecho a reproducirse como muchos de los alquila-vientres afirman. Están más orientados a que los vivos vivamos más que a generaciones futuras.