My Utility Belt… Err Bag
On July 30th, SysAdmin Appreciation Day, I was walking around New York enjoying the sights and silently complaining about my bag. For all practical purposes it is my man purse, my tech kit, and emergency ration container. SysAdmin day and the depths (and weight) of my kit made me wonder what everyone else had in their bag.
When Coding Horror posted What’s On Your Utility Belt I figured it was time to share my utility belt. It may hang around my shoulder, but hey, if I had as much money as Bruce Wayne I’d probably have a utility belt too!
Protected: Seaside Park Beach Pics
You can download my pics by clicking this link:
http://www.digitalbucket.net/browse/1186091cc6f40b1b/beach
They are all stored in a single ZIP file for easy downloading.
If you have any pics from the day to share please upload them here:
SysAdmin Day 2010 in NYC
If you detected a hint of apprehension in my last post you weren’t mislead. So let the record be set straight – SysAdmin Day 2010 was a blast. My feeling toward the SysAdmin meet up is similar to the feeling after having installed a program upgrade for a user and having it be accepted with open arms and minimal follow-up support. Especially when in the back of your mind you were expecting the follow-up to be an afternoon of “Well the old program did x, y, and z like a, b, and c” with a few “Are you sure you can’t leave the old program installed?” mixed in for cheer. Dilbert sums up an accurate representation in the following clip of such a situation.
But I digress, SysAdmin Day was awesome on so many levels. First, it was encouraging to meet such a diverse group of admins from departmental IT techies to gurus at Google and Etsy. Regardless of system size and complexity everyone was open to talking shop or kicking back and meeting new people. There were numerous people from all over the world who attended the meetup because they were in the city for DebConf (I had no idea Perl was still so, alive! *wink*). Second, it helped foster the desire to give back to the community and made me just a little more thankful for some of the open source projects I’ve come to love and depend on. Last, well, I may not frequent bars but The Ginger Man was great (a large part due to the company). My only regret was not being able to hear better above the crowd noise and having only a couple short hours to know a bit more about my fellow IT workers.
Star Wars Subway Car?! Call Me Luke!
Lucky thing I wasn’t there because I’d have rescued Leia. Of course, if I did that I’d rather be Han Solo because… well, yeah.
All I’ve seen on the subway is a violinist and some awesome break dancers.
Just Like Riding a Bike…
… you may never forget how but your muscles may remind you how out of shape you are.
It is the first evening of vacation. The wind is acceptable and the sun is fading. Part of me wants to find all the parts to the windsurfer and get out on the lake for a ride. The other part of me tries to speak some sense into my brain, “You’re tired, it’s going to be aggravating to scrounging for the parts and then assembling them amongst the biting flies will be torture, why don’t you wait?” Considering all of the pro’s and then the con’s I decide to assemble the board, despite the pile of gear, biting flies, and a couple “ufff, forgot how bulky this was to carry” phrases.
Enduring the effort and fly bites was worthwhile just to have such a great picture taken to commemorate such a wonderful first evening out on the lake. Perhaps even better is I managed to sail BACK to shore :)
As the blog title goes, I didn’t forget how to windsurf but my body sure reminded me of all the muscles I hadn’t used in the last year. On the bright side, I slept like a rock that night.