The Robot's Thoughts

God I hate doing IT work for where I work. IT work always means cleaning up somebody else's mess. Today is was that the oracle installation on the production server hijacked port 8080, so the webmail client wasn't working. It took over 6 hours to figure this out between two engineers because we kept googling for the mail server name and the error messages. Eventually we just dropped the name of the company that makes the mail server, and found Oracle error messages. Changing port numbers resolved it.

But even after that escapade, where we fixed various other niggling problems with the network, I feel dumber for having spent that long fixing someone else's dumbass problem. The mail server should've been "less stupid". Oracle should've noticed a conflict. Something.

So, I have an audience that reads this blog daily but they don't post feedback comments? What's up with that? You know you don't even have to be registered in order to comment on a post.

Soapbox, my mailing list (which people are free to join -- come back lina!) died yesterday. I've ressurrected it on christopherwilson.net -- another advantage to owning your own name. We'll be accepting new members soon, so if you want to join an initimate forum for political discussion and intellectual discourse with low signal to noise ratio, then post a comment and let me know. We'll work something out.

In order to solict more responses, I thought today I'd start putting up a "Song Of The Day" from my 100% Legally Obtained Music Collection (*wink, wink*). This track is by the group Air, off their album "Talkie Walkie", and it RULES. So check it. Listen to it before the boss gets in. It could help make your day. I'm trying to pick the tracks in my music collection which I listen to over and over and over because they're addicting to me for some reason.

I'm interested in everybody's feedback to it.

Another thing I've noticed today in music is its become to cool to cover somebody else's hit from the past decade. Everyone's doing it. A Perfect Circle is covering "Imagine". The Berlin Project is covering "Hey Jude". Marilyn Manson is covering Depeche Mode. 311 is covering The Cure. Its the new trend. If you don't know the mildly obscure, yet still good song that's just old enough to be forgotten yet still alive enough that people remember it, you're just not worthy of radio play.
So now, on the "New music first" stations I can hear shitty covers of the music playing on the "Best of the 70s, 80s, and now reluctantly due to station management policy, the 90s."

And people say radio is dead! No matter how putrid the airwaves get, Clear Channel will still find a way to make a profit, so they will continue to induldge in necrophilia.

I'm going to buy new batteries for my iTrip FM, so that I use my iPod in my car again. That, along with getting Lisa's laptop on Ebay, are my goals for tomorrow when I get back from work and feel like touching a computer again.

This is all I'm going to post for now. I'm trying to save up my creative juices for some poetry projects I'm picking up. One of them I'm calling "Ten Poems about One Night Stands" -- its a reflection of the good and bad of all the hook ups I've done in the past. The lessons learned and the mistakes made. I'm reluctant to comment any more on it, save that I want to get it just right.