https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/swayfm-unified-music-medi/icckhjgjjompfgoiidainoapgjepncej
Mac + Media Keys + Google Music = Happy
2013-08-02
2013-06-04
Stolen from: http://www.cyberciti.biz/tips/ssh-public-key-based-authentication-how-to.html because ssh keygen shit is always useful.
The SSH protocol is recommended for remote login and remote file transfer which provides confidentiality and security for data exchanged between two computer systems, through the use of public key cryptography. The OpenSSH server provides this kind of setup under Linux. It is installed by default. This how-to covers generating and using ssh keys for automated usage such as:
- Automated Login using the shell scripts.
- Making backups.
- Run commands from the shell prompt etc.
First, log on to your workstation ( for example log on to workstation called admin.fbsd.nixcraft.org as vivek user). Please refer the following sample setup - You will be log in, on your local system, AS THE USER you wish to make passwordless ssh connections.
Task: Generating SSH Keys
ssh key based authentication
Create the cryptographic Key on FreeBSD / Linux / UNIX workstation, enter:
Assign the pass phrase (press [enter] key twice if you don't want a passphrase). It will create 2 files in ~/.ssh directory as follows:
ssh-keygen -t rsaAssign the pass phrase (press [enter] key twice if you don't want a passphrase). It will create 2 files in ~/.ssh directory as follows:
- ~/.ssh/id_rsa : identification (private) key
- ~/.ssh/id_rsa.pub : public key
Use scp to copy the id_rsa.pub (public key) to rh9linux.nixcraft.org server as authorized_keys2 file, this is know as Installing the public key to server.
From FreeBSD workstation login to server:
Changing the pass-phrase on workstation (if needed):
Use of ssh-agent to avoid continues pass-phrase typing
At freebsd workstation type:
Type your pass-phrase
scp .ssh/id_rsa.pub vivek@rh9linux.nixcraft.org:.ssh/authorized_keys2From FreeBSD workstation login to server:
ssh rh9linux.nixcraft.orgChanging the pass-phrase on workstation (if needed):
ssh-keygen -pUse of ssh-agent to avoid continues pass-phrase typing
At freebsd workstation type:
ssh-agent $BASH
ssh-addType your pass-phrase
Now ssh server will not use prompt for the password. Above two commands can be added to your ~/.bash_profile file so that as soon as you login into workstation you can set the agent.
Deleting the keys hold by ssh-agent
To list keys, enter:
To delete all keys, enter:
To delete specific key, enter:
ssh-add -lTo delete all keys, enter:
ssh-add -DTo delete specific key, enter:
ssh-add -d key2013-05-30
Mal de coucou
Q: mal de coucou
“I’d like to know something about ‘mal de coucou’. I think it means something like ‘pain of the cuckoo’ (?), but I don’t see the connection between these words and the definition you gave them. Could you explain this to me?” –waveringmind (ask me a question)
……
Here’s the definition of mal de coucou:
n. a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.
n. a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.
2013-05-28
2013-03-31
dna
I'll be one of the first to admit that at times, it feels like the universe and maybe even fate itself, conspires against you and me. The nexus of bad timing circles every thought, but irrespective of how bad things are, we have reminders that there is ebb and flow to the universe, give and pull of all things connected. To remedy this karmic imbalance is a simple fix: Keep one foot in front of the other, stop. Repeat. Change is in the the dna of the universe. Keep going to see those changes. Plant seeds of positive change. One foot in front of the other. Repeat. Go back to step one.
2013-03-26
Whole Wide World
When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her
Or maybe she's in the Bahamas
Where the Carribean sea is blue
Weeping in a tropical moonlit night
Because nobody's told her 'bout you
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Find out where they hide her
Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Trying to pick up a girl
Why are my eyes filling up with these lonely tears
When there're girls all over the world
Is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneath the tropical sun
Pining away in a heatwave there
Hoping that I won't be long
I should be lying on that sun-soaked beach with her
Caressing her warm brown skin
And then in a year or maybe not quite
We'll be sharing the same next of kin
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Find out where they hide her
2013-02-03
Happy Endings
I like happy endings. They are well, happy. Cue music, the monologue and the serendipitous turn of events. I love them. How could you not?
But...I don't know if I believe in them anymore. Hope is a strange thing. It can keep you going with literally nothing, raise you up in the face of abject darkness and propel you into motion.
And moving I am. But I'm tired. And my hope is fading and my heart is heavy, slowing down with every beat and every step. But I'll keep moving until it stops. Because hope, in all it's perverse half truths, is still a beautiful thing. So I keep moving, in hope of a destination.
But...I don't know if I believe in them anymore. Hope is a strange thing. It can keep you going with literally nothing, raise you up in the face of abject darkness and propel you into motion.
And moving I am. But I'm tired. And my hope is fading and my heart is heavy, slowing down with every beat and every step. But I'll keep moving until it stops. Because hope, in all it's perverse half truths, is still a beautiful thing. So I keep moving, in hope of a destination.
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