Good old sorry-not-so-hardy-drive, I have not known you long,
But I do have a very strong notion that I will not regret what I am about to do now.
Goodbye.
Off to the service centre to hand manubuntu in.
More Hard Drive Issues Than You Require
Note to self: Never ever attempt to play back DVDs on your notebook when your hard drive is not quite sure of making it through the day without coughing up this:
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123451
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123452
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123453
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123454
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123455
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123456
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123457
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123458
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123459
Data backup is something I've not really takne that seriously over the past many years. But after the past two weeks, I've learnt from bitter bitter experience that you're better off spending the money on DVDs and backup your data up, or spending the time and bandwidth on uploading it to an off-site backup like Live SkyDrive (it's free, and crappy UI comes with it). But one thing is for sure, these backups must be regular and continuous.
More on this issue later.
I used to be like this kid who implicitly trusted his hardware: "it's never going to fail, I know that."
Giving the notebook back to HP for service. I write this now thanks to the pen-drive image of linux I'd made for some emergency that had occured earlier.
So, yes, I have learned something after all from this experience.
The cats need to be taken to the vet now.
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123451
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123452
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123453
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123454
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123455
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123456
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123457
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123458
Error: {DRDY} Logical Block(head) error at logical block no 123459
Data backup is something I've not really takne that seriously over the past many years. But after the past two weeks, I've learnt from bitter bitter experience that you're better off spending the money on DVDs and backup your data up, or spending the time and bandwidth on uploading it to an off-site backup like Live SkyDrive (it's free, and crappy UI comes with it). But one thing is for sure, these backups must be regular and continuous.
More on this issue later.
I used to be like this kid who implicitly trusted his hardware: "it's never going to fail, I know that."
Giving the notebook back to HP for service. I write this now thanks to the pen-drive image of linux I'd made for some emergency that had occured earlier.
So, yes, I have learned something after all from this experience.
The cats need to be taken to the vet now.
Please Feed The webCrawlers
If Wishes Were Fishes I'm Going To Do The Dishes
I appreciate all the birthday wishes from all the people who cared enough to wish.
Maybe I ought to give this whole b'day-not-being-all-that-important a second thought. Gain some perspective, as they say.
Timeline of events:
I must sound like the world's neediest person right about now.
I've kept count of all these nice things. But why? Well, because it was nice of them to make these gestures even though (in the long run) I'd be forgetting their niceness, and they'd be forgetting why they were being nice (not without some regret at the lost sleep: that one's for you 3 AM insomniac!)
So why even bother wishing me a Happy Happy B'day And Heaping On Me Returns of the Joyous Occasion that happened too long ago to be of any real significance to contribute to global warming? (maybe global heartwarming, but back to the real issue - not that this isn't, but... wait, does that make me sound even the slightest bit of a self-centered jackass? Oh, why bother, truth to the people - the self-centered, jackassish people of the world who wish me Happy B'day!)
If it pleases you (that's a bonus!), and you think it's the right thing to do, then nothing must stop you. But don't do it because you expect me to wish you. If I remember (once you've reminded me, I'll buy you a copy of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with my lunch money and starve for the rest for one week whilst you chug down popcorn and cola while glued to the screen trying to understand why Clementime likes Joel instead of you, even if it seems like a few billion light-years outside the realm of possibility.
Thank you HappyBirthdayPeople - I just scored a lot of money.
I don't know what I'd do with it. Maybe I ought to start placing bulk orders for ESSotSM.
What must I do this year?
Easy. I do everything this year. Get married, or not. Get a job. Graduate. Everything happens this year. It all comes down to how early I'm willing I am to get out of bed each morning which is somehow tied to how much work I can get done in a day, how far I'm willing to overcome my fear of being judged, and other things.
But I know how it is, I tell myself that this year is going to be different, and then it just is. But not how I want it to be different, and then I wish I was a year old and everything was back to the way it was.
Maybe I ought to go Finding Neverland. I know Michael Jackson did.
(Ah, Kate again!)
I shall find my Kate. (No, you won't.)
Yes I will. (No, you won't.)
No, I can't. (I thought as much.)
Not helping! (I aim to displease.)
Maybe I ought to give this whole b'day-not-being-all-that-important a second thought. Gain some perspective, as they say.
Timeline of events:
- Received IM-greeting 22 minutes too early from somebody on the other side of the planet
- 5 text messages from family members
- Received phone call, immediately put on hold because I happened to be busy doing this
- Received text greeting at 3 AM (Why would any sane stay up that late to wish me? Maybe it was the thought that I could now be married off to anybody with/without consent that was keeping them up!)
- Received one at 8:45 AM and one more at 9 AM
- Phone call just now (missed while I was downstairs eating breakfast
- Emails from mailing lists that I've subscribed to at various times (three to be exact)
- Somebody walls me in on Facebook
- Another text message just now
- Multiple phone calls all within 5 minutes of each other just now.
I must sound like the world's neediest person right about now.
I've kept count of all these nice things. But why? Well, because it was nice of them to make these gestures even though (in the long run) I'd be forgetting their niceness, and they'd be forgetting why they were being nice (not without some regret at the lost sleep: that one's for you 3 AM insomniac!)
So why even bother wishing me a Happy Happy B'day And Heaping On Me Returns of the Joyous Occasion that happened too long ago to be of any real significance to contribute to global warming? (maybe global heartwarming, but back to the real issue - not that this isn't, but... wait, does that make me sound even the slightest bit of a self-centered jackass? Oh, why bother, truth to the people - the self-centered, jackassish people of the world who wish me Happy B'day!)
If it pleases you (that's a bonus!), and you think it's the right thing to do, then nothing must stop you. But don't do it because you expect me to wish you. If I remember (once you've reminded me, I'll buy you a copy of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with my lunch money and starve for the rest for one week whilst you chug down popcorn and cola while glued to the screen trying to understand why Clementime likes Joel instead of you, even if it seems like a few billion light-years outside the realm of possibility.
Thank you HappyBirthdayPeople - I just scored a lot of money.
I don't know what I'd do with it. Maybe I ought to start placing bulk orders for ESSotSM.
What must I do this year?
Easy. I do everything this year. Get married, or not. Get a job. Graduate. Everything happens this year. It all comes down to how early I'm willing I am to get out of bed each morning which is somehow tied to how much work I can get done in a day, how far I'm willing to overcome my fear of being judged, and other things.
But I know how it is, I tell myself that this year is going to be different, and then it just is. But not how I want it to be different, and then I wish I was a year old and everything was back to the way it was.
Maybe I ought to go Finding Neverland. I know Michael Jackson did.
(Ah, Kate again!)
I shall find my Kate. (No, you won't.)
Yes I will. (No, you won't.)
No, I can't. (I thought as much.)
Not helping! (I aim to displease.)
Marry Me.
And this is what I was doing when people were calling/texting/IMing their...
...
what's the word?
This is what I wanted to achieve.
Milestones.
Because having nothing on the right hand means your right hand is free to do other things like, type this stuff down.
Poor left hand, I hope you can take the load for a while, because you're going to be holding onto this for a long long time!right hand> ("I didn't know they could, laugh..." I know, smarty-panties! I know.)
I don't want kidney stones.
I'd like to try being stoned.
Not the one that kills you, (or the one where people throw things at you,)
Though one could lead to the other,
Do you get yourself stoned, or do you get yourself stoned,
Or is it the thing that gets you stoned, that gets you stoned?
To be 21, and still yourself... alone, alone, alone.
...
what's the word?
This is what I wanted to achieve.
Milestones.
Because having nothing on the right hand means your right hand is free to do other things like, type this stuff down.
Poor left hand, I hope you can take the load for a while, because you're going to be holding onto this for a long long time!
I'd like to try being stoned.
Though one could lead to the other,
Do you get yourself stoned, or do you get yourself stoned,
Or is it the thing that gets you stoned, that gets you stoned?
To be 21, and still yourself... alone, alone, alone.
Frustrated
Annoyed that people have things to do.
This is in effort of self-relief.
Wait, doesn't sound right, I mean, self-effort relief.
What does that mean?
Stupid bloody Friday,
Don't you know that it's my day,
I'd like to be the Eggman for a change,
I know it sounds pretty strange,
But one thing that I'm not,
Is coherent, and that is one fact that I'm adherent to,
But there is a time that I once existed as, but now forgot,
Who has the bell,
Sitting in the well,
The shoerack smell, it's could be somebody's death knell,
Channel for the outlet,
Sitting in the gutter,
Flossing in the mirror,
Pupils dialate,
People violate,
Desire ensnares,
Madness begins,
KFC - let's dig in,
I'm not a vegan,
Not one of those shenanigans,
Jooba jooba hijiku hijiku,
No more quiet time for me,
All is noise,
Where is the voice,
Where is the sanity,
Oh so pretty,
Look at her,
Walking down the street,
She's so pretty,
Look at her,
Walking down the street,
He's so middling,
And so keen on fiddling,
With anything,
And everything,
That moves,
He can't help himself,
He deserves no less,
No more,
But not as much as he deserved,
Before,
Every line ends in a comma,
What if she's not 'welcomma.
Intruder, he misunderstood her.
Not his fault,
That's how he's been built,
Filled with guilt,
And remorse,
That plagues his feet,
They begin to swell,
Flint, bone and shrapnel,
Digging into his skin,
Oh my! haven't I sinned,
Before,
Tired but I just can't sleep,
I'm so stoned,
Not really, it's just the hormones,
Please, can't I sleep,
Why the commas,
Are they 'welcomma,
What has changed since the beginning,
What has changed since the beginning,
Look at them as they appear out of nowhere,
Quickly, sickly,
Apparently, no form,
Of their own sweet whim,
So proper,
And they swim,
In,
They are what they are,
Oh look at her! walking down the street,
He can't keep to himself,
But how to establish something that exist,
There's nothing to build on,
Except the knowledge that there's nothing to build on,
Why do we build these castles in the air,
Is life fair,
Have you been to the fair, free from cares,
Aren't you a pretty one,
Where are the commas,
Coming from,
Are you sure they're a 'welcomma,
Books, looks, boldy shook,
And they shook all night,
'Neath the burning light,
Of nothingness and solitude,
Of confusedness and gratitude,
Why do these things have to rhyme,
Why do they have to reason,
Themselves out,
Must there be no doubt.
Must there be meaning,
Behind these things,
That express thoughts that flow in a torretful stream,
I regret that the Being Supreme,
Pours into a hollow,
At the top of my head,
There's a bucket of lead, (liquidly and heatedly)
By my legs,
It does beg, desperately, pleadingly beg,
To be released from it's captiveness,
And fulfill it's purpose,
Whatever that may be,
It knows,
Purpose, that is what everyday is about,
Purpose, is the beginning,
And the end,
Of everything that pretends,
To be about something else,
Besides this,
Purpose,
It begins and ends here,
But I do not know what I must do once it has been done,
Mere existence seems shallow and pretentious like her walking down the street,
And he hoping for something that doesn't exist,
It all seems so silly,
Willy nilly,
And Billy the shepherd,
He has purpose,
To herd the flock,
Show them their way home,
They have a purpose too,
You know,
I know,
I'm begging you to stop being so silly,
It does not do you good,
As it should,
Get some air,
It's only fair,
You've been cooped up in this place too long.
This is in effort of self-relief.
Wait, doesn't sound right, I mean, self-effort relief.
What does that mean?
Stupid bloody Friday,
Don't you know that it's my day,
I'd like to be the Eggman for a change,
I know it sounds pretty strange,
But one thing that I'm not,
Is coherent, and that is one fact that I'm adherent to,
But there is a time that I once existed as, but now forgot,
Who has the bell,
Sitting in the well,
The shoerack smell, it's could be somebody's death knell,
Channel for the outlet,
Sitting in the gutter,
Flossing in the mirror,
Pupils dialate,
People violate,
Desire ensnares,
Madness begins,
KFC - let's dig in,
I'm not a vegan,
Not one of those shenanigans,
Jooba jooba hijiku hijiku,
No more quiet time for me,
All is noise,
Where is the voice,
Where is the sanity,
Oh so pretty,
Look at her,
Walking down the street,
She's so pretty,
Look at her,
Walking down the street,
He's so middling,
And so keen on fiddling,
With anything,
And everything,
That moves,
He can't help himself,
He deserves no less,
No more,
But not as much as he deserved,
Before,
Every line ends in a comma,
What if she's not 'welcomma.
Intruder, he misunderstood her.
Not his fault,
That's how he's been built,
Filled with guilt,
And remorse,
That plagues his feet,
They begin to swell,
Flint, bone and shrapnel,
Digging into his skin,
Oh my! haven't I sinned,
Before,
Tired but I just can't sleep,
I'm so stoned,
Not really, it's just the hormones,
Please, can't I sleep,
Why the commas,
Are they 'welcomma,
What has changed since the beginning,
What has changed since the beginning,
Look at them as they appear out of nowhere,
Quickly, sickly,
Apparently, no form,
Of their own sweet whim,
So proper,
And they swim,
In,
They are what they are,
Oh look at her! walking down the street,
He can't keep to himself,
But how to establish something that exist,
There's nothing to build on,
Except the knowledge that there's nothing to build on,
Why do we build these castles in the air,
Is life fair,
Have you been to the fair, free from cares,
Aren't you a pretty one,
Where are the commas,
Coming from,
Are you sure they're a 'welcomma,
Books, looks, boldy shook,
And they shook all night,
'Neath the burning light,
Of nothingness and solitude,
Of confusedness and gratitude,
Why do these things have to rhyme,
Why do they have to reason,
Themselves out,
Must there be no doubt.
Must there be meaning,
Behind these things,
That express thoughts that flow in a torretful stream,
I regret that the Being Supreme,
Pours into a hollow,
At the top of my head,
There's a bucket of lead, (liquidly and heatedly)
By my legs,
It does beg, desperately, pleadingly beg,
To be released from it's captiveness,
And fulfill it's purpose,
Whatever that may be,
It knows,
Purpose, that is what everyday is about,
Purpose, is the beginning,
And the end,
Of everything that pretends,
To be about something else,
Besides this,
Purpose,
It begins and ends here,
But I do not know what I must do once it has been done,
Mere existence seems shallow and pretentious like her walking down the street,
And he hoping for something that doesn't exist,
It all seems so silly,
Willy nilly,
And Billy the shepherd,
He has purpose,
To herd the flock,
Show them their way home,
They have a purpose too,
You know,
I know,
I'm begging you to stop being so silly,
It does not do you good,
As it should,
Get some air,
It's only fair,
You've been cooped up in this place too long.
All Sounds Digital
Contains just the right amount of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme to satisy Karuvad's distinguishedly distinguishing literary palate of curiosity.So this is what I've been all day, removing noise from a recently digitalized tape collection that goes back nearly three decades.
The screenshot shows Audacity running a Noise Removal operation on an audio file that contains a full side of a cassette tape - about 30 minutes of audio (encoded in 128 kbps MP3, CBR).
The Philips AZ1856 CD Soundmachine was a good purchase. We've been using that to rip the tapes to digital.
We've ripped about 90 tapes and I've got to take all these mp3 files (about 2 GB total), clean them up,
Will be posting with screenshots to convey a fair idea of what goes into getting this done.
.
Newer UpdatE:
Have finished with
I've gone from Kubuntu to Ubuntu [notice the changes in the window styles between the one above and the one alongside] and still, I've managed to finish only 9 tapes.
Dad sat with me and gained a real understanding of how delicate and annoyingly iffy this work is.
He said he understood. :-)
Tea Dunk
I managed to get one of my (not-so-)perfectly good (the left ear) earphones, belonging to the Motorola headset into my cup of tea
I'm sure I never intended to, but somehow, it happened.
The right earphone has gone dead and only emits sounds when you press the cable really hard into the earpiece. Not very easy when the darned thing keeps falling off.
It's almost like a sequel to what happened to the phone previously.
Identi.ca transformed itself over the space of one whole hour.
And now we're (me, The Inky Person, and others) having a discussion over the new UI, I like / hate it - it's change after all, and maybe it serves a purpose, but we'll see where it goes. But there are solutions. And there are some bugs cropping up.
Change is inevitable.
I'm sure I never intended to, but somehow, it happened.
The right earphone has gone dead and only emits sounds when you press the cable really hard into the earpiece. Not very easy when the darned thing keeps falling off.
It's almost like a sequel to what happened to the phone previously.
Identi.ca transformed itself over the space of one whole hour.
And now we're (me, The Inky Person, and others) having a discussion over the new UI, I like / hate it - it's change after all, and maybe it serves a purpose, but we'll see where it goes. But there are solutions. And there are some bugs cropping up.
Change is inevitable.
I Feel Infected
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