Gunnar Wolf

Last week (July 7-13) was basically hell on Earth, for me and for the group that somehow got the name Cabras locas, of which I am part since I joined the National Pedagogical University, where I worked full-time 2003-2005.
It was, yes, the first of my officially three weeks of Summer holiday at IIEc-UNAM, so no problems here. So, why hell on Earth? Because we were in charge basically of anything related with information flow, retrieval and manipulation at the 11th International Congress on Mathematical Education, in Monterrey.
What we thought would basically be one or two days of hard work followed by six days of relaxed vacations (we had even planned to have an internal seminar, showing off the shiny stuff each of us is working on) became... A mind-boggling eight day experience where we worked over 12 hours a day on being human replacements for Google, SQL engines, full-text parsers, report generators, printer watchdogs, and in general lines, just a bunch of unhappy firemen, ready to be called off for whatever task was necessary.
We did have, of course, several calm periods every now and then. We even had to learn how to look busy while doing something compeltely unrelated (that would explain, for example, a couple of low-hanging bugs I fixed for Debian, or some dozens of lines of code I could get off my head).
But my advice for whoever reads this: Don't trust people with long database-handling experience. Specially when they insist that hand-capturing a thousand registers is preferrable (i.e. less error-prone) than parsing three separate databases and discarding duplicates. And, of course, specially when this person is your boss, which is enough of an argument to have it his way.

In this Free Software movement we have many mottos - One of which, describing what motivates us to work writing code, is scratch where it itches.
Of course, I could not keep it to myself - Almost a week ago, I took part of the World Naked Bike Ride. What I didn't tell you... Is that it became obvious I cannot reach most of by back - And it's because I'm mostly careless. When the WNBR started, it was still quite cloudy, even starting to rain... so I was mostly careless.
If you opened the newspaper PDF I attached to my previous post, you'll surely remember (not an easy sight to get out of your head, I guess) I had painted on my back "Vehículo libre de emisiones" - Emissions-free vehicle (and yes, it's strictly true: My bike is zero emissions. The animal riding it might not be... But that's a different story). Add incomplete sunblock to the equation, and...

Were it not for the poor lighting conditions under which I took the photo, you'd clearly appreciate the words "libre de" on my back.
And... Well, one week later, my freedom itches.
Badly.

After thinking it over a couple of times, I did it. I told you here about the World Naked Bike Ride. Thousands of bikers, in over 130 cities around the world, voiced their concerns about the lack of caution drivers have towards us, about the abuse of fossil fuels for urban transportation, about the easy we are not to be seen. Many among us have been run over by careless drivers (in my case, no consequences except a broken helmet - And yes, MJ: although the impact was on the flat surface of the road and not on the kerb, the strength of the impact still amazes me). We feel naked against the motorized traffic. So, the WNBR decides to show it by taking the streets of our many cities - Naked.
It was a completely different experience of the massive naked Spencer Tunick photo, as we were there not just to show our freedom and enjoy, but to get the people to look at us. There were some of the same elements of comradeship and trust we had there (and, of course, that many of us learnt in Finland when we became GNUdists at DebConf 5's unforgettable saunas).
Anyway... I did not make the full route (I rode Chapultepec-Zócalo-Diana, ~15Km, but missed the Diana-Gandhi-Cibeles part, maybe some 5Km) as I had an appointment I was already late for. But it was a unique, great experience. If you are interested, we got a fair share of press coverage. Oh, and I must say: I am famous now. And in my favorite newspaper, nothing less :).

Exists. Feels nice. Makes me float. Is it real?
On the other hand... Fear exists as well...
And there even are nice sparks in my temporal reality...

I think I should follow up on Victor's lament. Yes, we have a Rails application which works fine most of the time... But quite often, throws out a segmentation fault I just have been unable to pin-point. It might be related to rmagick, the only non-pure-Ruby component I am using (and I'm tempted to try minimagick instead, even if I prefer in-memory operations than on-disk, piping an image and slurping it again).
Victor came up with an easy script to check the server - but to reduce the impact it has (I was running a single Mongrel instance, which meant, whenever it dies the whole system becomes inaccessible for everybody; I replaced it with a mongrel_cluster of five processes, plus pound as a easy-to-use balancer which looks quite nice), the very simplistic and to-the-point script did no longer work.
Anyway... Ruby rocks ;-) I'm sharing this with you mostly because I am sure some readers will find more than one useful construct, not because it is precisely beautiful code. And besides, we should work on fixing the cause, not the consequence, of the bug! :)

#!/usr/bin/ruby
require 'yaml'
confdir = '/etc/mongrel-cluster/sites-enabled'
restart_cmd = '/etc/init.d/mongrel-cluster restart'
needs_restart = false
 
(Dir.open(confdir).entries - ['.', '..']).each do |site|
  conf = YAML.load_file "#{confdir}/#{site}"
  pid_location = [conf['cwd'], conf['pid_file']].join('/').gsub(/\.pid$/, '*.pid')
  pid_files = Dir.glob(pid_location)
 
  pid_files.each do |pidf|
    pid = File.read(pidf)
    begin
      Process.getpgid(pid.to_i)
    rescue Errno::ESRCH
      warn "Process #{pid} (cluster #{site}) is dead!"
      File.unlink pidf
      needs_restart = true
    end
  end
end
 
system(restart_cmd) if needs_restart

[Attention] Personal content follows. If you got to this post expecting technical or organizational content, go ahead and skip it.
Sometimes, when you don't want something to happen... You don't even talk about it. Sometimes you try hard not even to think about it - Well, it wasn't so in this case, as it has been a long time devoted to... Thinking, thinking a lot.
The important thing is that I feel there is a fact I should have shared with the people I consider close to me. And some people do know it, of course, but it has been hardest for me to share this with who I consider my closest friends - maybe out of hope that the result will be something different?
Anyway... the fact is I have been living on my own for the last two months. Nadezhda and I decided to take a three month period to... Decide what comes next. And most of the time since this strange period began has been quite decent... But the last week or so has been... A bit different. I have been much more... introspective. Maybe it could be seen as more depressive, more introverted.
So, what does this mean? Do I have my mind clear on what to do? No. Not by far. But I am working on finding my feelings and my reality, full-time. I might be under-achieving both in my Real-Life works and in Debian - please cope with me. There is a reason for it, as you now see.
And, no, this post is not aiming at getting sympathy and hugs... It is just... Because I need to finally share this thing I am going through with. Think of it as finally stepping out of the closet, more as a step for myself than for anything else... A significant share of who I consider dear to me, even though we share no contact besides mailing lists I have mostly abandoned and two cathartic and beautiful (and, of course, technically productive!) weeks a year, lives in different timezones and countries - I do hope to have stabilized on either of the two possible realities by the time I meet my Debian fellows. As for my Mexican friends following my life by this blog... Well, just excuse me for not speaking out face to face, as this should have been done.
Comments intentionally closed. Want to say something? Just think it hard enough, it will get to its destination ;-)

Every now and then, I want to understand a bit better English. Today, when Joeyh mentioned nettle soup, I had to ask Wikipedia what a nettle is. And Joey, no wonder it itches... It refers to around 45 species of genus Urtica in the family Urticaceae - In Spanish, of course, urtica is known as ortiga, or as blind person's herb, as even a blind person will quickly recognize it to touch - Touching it will cause the apt-named urticaria, which Joey seems to have discovered and learnt to fear. At least in Spanish, urticaria is generalized and used to call all kinds of skin diseases.
It happens to be a very common plant in the area I live and dwell in (the ecological reserve REPSA spans a good portion of the University, and limits my neighbourhood), a large extension of Southern Mexico City where the lava of the small Xitle volcano covered everything, rendering a good portion of the Mexico City valley unfertile, known as malpaís (badland, literally).
Anyway... I don't think I'll rush to cut some ortigas and make them into soup, as both Joeyh and Wikipedia (Spanish and English versions) suggest. But it is always an option, having so many fine specimens around.
This posting serves no other purpose than to show my appreciation to the Mexico City Area

May 1st is a holiday in many countries around the world - It is, at least, here in Mexico. So, what's a man to do when faced with really-crappy network connectivity at home?
Yesterday I had dinner with Gigio, and among many other things, we talked about the Ciclotón, which I've only done twice. And on my way back home, I crossed (twice) the path of a group of ~100 cyclist going over Colonia Roma.
Anyway, whatever the reason, I woke up very well in the mood for a nice 20km ride:

Now, lets get the day started!
[update] I was told about a worldwide nudist cycling activity, the World Naked Bike Ride. Their page states their main motivator:

We face automobile traffic with our naked bodies as the best way of defending our dignit and exposing the unique dangers faced by cyclists and pedestrians as well as the negative consequences we all face due to dependence on oil, and other forms of non-renewable energy.

Of course, Mexican groups take part in this interesting activity - Ciclomarcha nudista.
Will I be there? I don't know - Quite probably, yes. I first thought of it as a joke, and as a dangerous activity. But, come think of it, I am a move-by-bicycle-in-the-largest-city-in-the-world activist. I have been knocked over or shit-scared (and fortunately not more than that) by careless drivers, but than won't force me back into driving my car when not needed. And this kind of activities, which do get their good share of exposure, need all the participants - I hope to be there, June 7 12:00PM, at the beginning of Mexico City Ciclopista (FFCC de Cuernavaca esq. Ejército nacional, Polanco) Chapultepec's Lions' entrance, at the crossing of Lieja and Reforma.

Share the awareness. There are very good promotional pictures. And collective nudist activities are quite fun, experiences to remember for life.

I like them. And if there is such a thing, I hope they carry good luck with them - Not that I believe in good luck, but anyway - Yesterday was a very good day, in quite many fronts. And it's nice to make a nice, closed leap on so many bases:

>> puts [was,am].map {|age| [98,111,100,120].map {|s| sprintf "%#{s.chr}", age}.join(', ')}
11111, 37, 31, 1f
100000, 40, 32, 20

And just for coolness sake: It gets even better when looking at coincidence with my father - at least for the next couple of months:

>>puts [f_was, f_is].map {|age| [98,111,100,120].map {|s| sprintf "%#{s.chr}", age}.join(', ')}
111111, 77, 63, 3f
1000000, 100, 64, 40

So, in most useful systems, we are both in a very nice and closed number. Sadly, I can no longer say that five bits should be enough for anybody.

One week ago, I went to a branch office of Servicio de Administración Tributaria, the government office in charge of processing taxes. This year, I plan on doing something quite bold, as my Mexican friends will acknowledge: I will prepare my (quite simple, I hope) tax declaration by myself. I do not want to be held hostage of the accountant guild - So I might end doing some fuckup which in the end costs me money or time. I hope it is not the case.
Anyway... Last week I went to this office, as I needed either a CIECF (Clave de Identificación Electrónica Confidencial Fortalecida - Strengthened Confidential Electronic Identification Key) or a FIEL (Firma Electrónica Avanzada - Advanced Electronic Signature). No, please don't believe it is a security token, a card with printed numbers, a one-time-pad or the sort - The CIECF is... A password. Why is it strengthened? Because it has the feature of including a question, in case you forget the key, to allow you to change it. I guess the FIEL is a more reliable device, but I prefer not to even request it.
And as far as the questions go, the emergency questions for CIECF suck. First, I was not even asked the meta-question - I was not told why this information was needed. So imagine the clerk saying: Full name? ... Date of birth? ... RFC (Tax ID)? ... Favorite color? I was there just... Stunned. Why do you need it? Oh, just in case you forget your password. Ok... Don't you have any other questions which I am not prone to answer a different thing, and that are not dead obvious for a casual passer-by? (I guess that at least 1/4 of the public will say blue. Feel like brute-forcing SAT to its knees?) Other questions include your fathers' second family name, your favorite soccer team, your pet's name... It seems they took the first "security dos and don'ts" book off the wall, and started reading backwards.
But anyway, that's the system, and I must play nice with it. So I get back home, and decide to start hacking up my declaration. No, Mr. Policeman, I'm not saying I would try to break into the SAT - I just say it is a complex and non-obvious task to do. Now please release me. Thanks.
And I enter the system. Of course, I tried first with Iceweasel, knowing it would fail (it is documented: MSIE 5.5 recommended). I tried again with Konqueror. I tried, sigh, with MSIE from inside Wine. No luck. Well, even from within qemu's Windows 2000. Wrong password. WTF?! Stranger: It worked with SAT's My portal, although it didn't with the declaration, which is what matters now.
I cannot take the time every day to come to the SAT and move my data - It was a full week until I came back again. I insisted on fully logging in to the system, to be sure the password I entered this time was right. As well as my über-secret safety question, of course.
And it failed.
Twice.
Until the clerk noticed something strange in the way I typed...
Sir, excuse me..., he muttered, why are you typing such a long password? Well, basically because I value my tax declaration, and I know brute force is a powerful force. (explain it, of course, in simple terms) Oh... No, the password must be eight characters long.
No wonder.
So I entered the first eight characters of my password, which was a true work of prose for their standards, at around 20 characters. And it worked.
Now, for bonus points: What do we gather from the fact that the long password works fine in one system, but in another system it only the short version? Why, but of course! I guess the passwords for every economically active Mexican is stored in their master database in plain text. Isn't it just beautiful?
Anyway, it seems I have a lot of work to do. If all goes as planned, maybe next year I will be for hire as a public accountant? Hmh, does not sound too much like fun, does it?

It seems everybody is ranting in Planet Debian about what our planet should be about, what content should be acceptable, whether technical-only, Debian-only, everything-goes... Even archiving the posts via a mailing-list interface has been mentioned. Besides, following the planet seems to have become mandatory to people linked to Debian, almost as mandatory as following debian-devel-announce.
I won't bother linking to other posts in this topic, as they are far too many. The whole discussion seems childlike and sterile to me. For different people, Debian means different things - This topic has come up in the planet a couple of times in the past (funny, hah, using posts in mutually-unlinked personal blogs as a way to follow a discussion). And a planet should IMHO cover a specific use case: Providing a place for those of us who think of Debian as a social frame, and value knowing -exactly- the type of information each of us publishes in his/her blog: What's up with Debian-related people's lifes.
Of course, a large fraction of this information should be somehow technical or Debian-related. But I do value having a place to learn about my peers' life accomplishments. To know if they are going through a hard time. To understand the personal interests of them. Maybe to learn I'm not the only DD who enjoys running (although I'm far under Dirk's or Christian's league) or cycling in a big city (although I lack MJ's political involvement and dedication). I actually like trying to find some logic in senseless Steve-like messages, there are some funny bits in his stuff. I like knowing I can share what I feel important about my life in a simple way with my peers, without having them drop over to my site. And yes, of course I do enjoy learning about the ongoing technical work of the bunch, even if it is often in fields I would not wander into at all (i.e. Simon's frustration with writing device drivers for Windows, Michal's advances on Gammu).
So... Please stop over-regulation. Leave the planet as it is. If you don't like it, come up with a way to filter and maybe adjust its content based on user profiles. But don't try to censor it.

Vicm3, you know I'd probably ignore this, as following internet memes goes against my principles. But what are the principles there, if not to break them?
Ok, so what you request is, basically, to get a list of sounds to build my life's soundtrack. Following the list you mentioned, it is quite exhaustive, creative and long.
In my case, some other time, I'd probably jump over some über-sarcastic Leo Masliah and the like. Particularly, I would not ever talk about my life without his Todo así.
But not today.
Today, I'd love my life's movie to be an old-fashioned, mute movie. Yes, quite in line with the nice grey life theme I've had on my blog for several months... I'd love having a nice, quiet, mute movie, just letting me live along, think a bit, work a bit... Settle down on too many things, lead to some peace.
No, this message bears no dedication to any character or person I have or will meet. Just inner my mood and needs.

It is hard. Some parts of life are just continuous joy. Some are hard.
This is a hard part for me. At one time, I feel the urge to come to my dearest and closest people -and even to the complete unknown ones, such as probably you are, anonymous reader- and speak of whatever comes to my mind. At times, I just want to shut up. Completely shut up, not even talk with myself.
And that is a big problem. My stupid self does not shut up, and keeps thinking over and over.
Anyway... Good friends, anonymous bystanders: A new epoch dawns for me. For bad? For worse? Who knows?
For different? Hell, yes.
[update]: Thanks for the support, here and off-band :)

I have been maintaining several minor sites hosted at Dreamhost for about a year. And since over one month ago, my personal website is with them as well. And I must say, I am very pleased with them. No, not (well, not only) because they run Debian on their servers, nor because they are probably the cheapest game in town (I paid something like US$200 for a basically unlimited package , for three years), but because of their degree of responsability and personal service.
Responsability? Aren't they well-known for their network outages? Why, yes, of course - Today's example is paramount: Somebody edited the wrong firewall entry, and all of Dreamhost became unavailable. In general terms, Dreamhost has a great blog-like structured page where they inform customers of every network or server problem they have - No, you don't have to dig in to understand why your site is down: They bring it up to you. Upfront. And in a familiar, very non-formal style.
Whenever I have submitted an issue to their request tracker, I get prompt reply. Does it always solve the situation? no, by far. I'm often told to, basically, go screw myself if I really need such feature... But they are straightforward with that, they are good, nice BOFHs (if such thing ever existed), and they don't present you with corporate-minded studies backing up their solution. Yes, I know that in their servers, it's plainly their way or the highway. But hey, that's what I paid for, right?
That is what wins my heart. Yes, Dreamhost is no good for many, many tasks - including, for example, anything that requires a real RDBMS (forgodssake, they offer MySQL but not PostgreSQL, damnit! WTF!?), nor any legendary five-nines reliability. But they are great for the vast majority of the Internet sites' needs. They even exceed what a simple person like me would ever dream of.
So, my hat off to you guys. Again.
(No, and I'm not getting paid or discounted on services because of this blog post. Although maybe I should! ;-) )

Madduck complains about the lack of attractive data plans for mobile phone providers in Switzerland. Madduck: As always, you will have to remember there are many people confronted with a much worse situation than yours.
Up to a month ago, I never envisioned using my phone for anything besides... Well, talking. But yes, since I got my new gadget, I keep playing with GPS or using it for simple things that require Web access and do not require much interactivity (the suckiness of a 12-key keyboard is überhuge!) - Provided, of course, that I am near a WiFi hotspot, of course. My mobile service provider, Telcel, just publicly launched its 3G network - this means, of course, prices are well over the roof:
The cheapest plan starts at MX$59 (around US$5.5) a month, and gives you a whooping 1MB of allowed transfer - Anything you do over 1MB will cost you MX$0.06 per kilobyte. Yes, Telcel offers a 1.5Mbps connection, so it'd theoretically take only 6 seconds to exceed the monthly plan. After the joyful first seconds of network access, each second of full-fledged data transfer will cost you 9 pesos - Around US$0.85. How nice!
Now, there are plans for 1, 3, 5, 10, 15, 20, 30, 50, 100 and 1000MB. Their price increases at a slow pace up to MX$459, which is still somewhat expensive if you even thought on using your cell phone as a gateway (say, over Bluetooth) for your regular computer's connectivity. Of course, if I buy 1GB of data transfer, I'd expect a much lower price for each additional Kb. Well, no, it only goes down to MX$0.03. Per Kilobyte, yes, you read right. Those little things your Vic20 was full of.
There is even an unlimited plan. Well, yes, unlimited but limited - For MX$579 (~US$55) you get a nice deal, right? After all, I pay MX$350 for my 1024/128 DSL connection - it is on the right range. Well, no - If you get over 3GB in one month, your data rate will drop to 128Kbps for the rest of the month. Nice. No good as a gateway either.
So, I'm not hiring a 3G plan at all. But that's also a danger - If I open a net-using program at the wrong moment, I'll be billed at MX$0.14 per Kilobyte.
Bah.
[update] There is another similar service in Mexico, IUSAcell's BAM. Pricing is equivalent, though.