This entry is about how I was able to fix SSH connections on my Mac OSX 10.4 from hanging at login. If non of this makes sense to you other than “Mac”, then you probably don’t need it. But since I had a hard time finding the solution, I figure I will write it down and let google try to pick it up for anyone else in search of a solution. Long story short, add records to your /etc/hosts file and SSH won’t waste time trying to resolve IP addresses. And go…
One of my other resolutions this year is to become more knowledgeable of a few things, especially some “toys” I have purchased over the years. I believe that if I don’t make good on learning them, I should probably just sell them.
Partly being broke, partly trying to be “green”, partly trying to be self sufficient, and party being paranoid of food shortages as part of some New World Order, I have wanted to start growing food for a while now. Last summer I proved that I can at least keep hastas alive. This summer, I will test it on veggies. I was raised helping my parents tend their garden so it is nothing really that new to me.
The band Fear Factory had a song a few years back called “Edgecrusher”. So the story goes, they ran into a street performer while on tour in japan who called himself the “Edgecrusher”. His schtick was that you would give him electronic devices and he would destroy them – I assume as a bit of performace art. I fell like that should be my new title lately…
Part of my new years resolution was to work out more… probably like most people. However, for me, 2008 was decent in this area. I started off the year biking every day for an hour pretty consistently until midsummer when it was just too damn hot. At that point, I joined Anytime Fitness to get in shape for my halloween costume. As lame as it sounds, it was good motivator to start lifting weights again. Once Halloween passed, I pretty much continued to go three times per week until the holidays hit and got lax.
As I write this, my dad is entering his first week of retirement.This seems so weird to me since everyone thinks of my dad as “NAPA Mark”. I always thought of my dad as being forever young and tough. Retirement seems like something “old people” do, and even now, I don’t think of my dad as old – evn though he was already 40something at my earliest memories of him. I guess it all just seems so odd for me to think about. It also is a bit worrisome to think about what COULD become of him based on other retirement stories I have heard. However, I am pretty sure he will be just fine. Cheers to you dad! Here is the skinny…