Author: cdwan

This was in my mailbox today:

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But in the morning, I wake early. I intend to go to a seminar by an 8th degree Judo black belt. The guy was on the 1964 Japanese Olympic Judo team (the first year that judo was in the Olympics). He has since coached the US judo team twice.

I hear that he has both moves and stories. I look forward to both.

Today I did brain surgery on a running compute cluster. I swapped out the head node (the scheduler, or the interactive machine depending on when you learned this stuff) for a new one. I did this with thousands of jobs sitting in the queue and some of them still running. I did this without dropping any jobs and without the users really noticing.

In my own little world, this counted as pretty badass.

If you don’t know about NBC’s Olympics Coverage, you really should.

It’s seriously a backstage pass. You can watch the competition halls live, while people warm up. You can scan forward and back through hours of raw competition footage. It’s about as close as I’ve ever imagined to hanging out with the olympic teams.

1. Drums

Yeah, that’s the metadata partition on an 80TB San. A second drive failed while the RAID was rebuilding from the first failure.

“Data was lost.”

Even though I’ve already posted several times this weekend, I need to add one more:

and I were pulling out of a parking lot near the Alewife T, and we heard a loud, steady horn. As we made our way up to the main road, we saw that it was coming from a three way collision: A light truck had rammed a honda from behind, which had in turn slammed into some sort of sedan. As we pulled up, we saw a woman (the driver of the lead car) wrestling a completely limp woman out of the truck, while smoke leaked out around them.

I said “should we stop?” as I started to stop. She said “yes, we should stop” as she was getting out of the (still sorta moving) car. I nudged the car up as close to the side rail as I could, and came to join the action.

The woman from the rear car was still out, but beginning to gasp rapidly (in a very disturbing way) and moan, laying on the shoulder of the road. A small crowd was gathering, and was there in the all-too-familiar role of “first doctor on the scene.” She was feeling around the woman’s neck, collarbones, and ribs, generally looking serious and professional, and starting to ask questions like “what language does she speak?” and “has someone called 911?”

After checking to see that there were no children or other people in her car, I got the woman’s phone and purse out of her car, and turned off the car while I was at it. The smoke turned out to be gas from the airbags. Then I hung back to wait for instructions. Computer geek. Totally out of my depth, but trying to help. Eventually, I went back to our car and got the yoga mat out of the back to make the lady a little more comfortable.

The police showed up, and then the rescue squad. A man who spoke Portuguese happened along and helped out with translation (the woman spoke no english). “Can you move your head?” and so on. The Portuguese speaker used her cell phone to call her husband. In short order, she was bundled up in an ambulance and hurried off someplace. The other folks involved were all shaken up, but fine. We think that she was badly scared, and might have some whiplash in her neck and some nasty bruises from the seatbelt (left collarbone seemed to hurt a lot) but otherwise she was okay.

looked up and said “whose yoga mat is this?” I liked that part.

Everyone at the scene was positive and helpful, but didn’t know what to do. knew what to do. Having seen this movie before, I knew enough to stop the car. I’m so proud of her.

This is my family. We hear sirens and we run towards them. We hear a crash and run up to the accident scene. has it, has it, and I married another one with the propensity.

Not bad for a weekend:

7 quarts dill pickles
6 quarts beans
7 quarts cherry conserve
21 cubes (single serving) pesto
1 box layered basil and romano cheese
24 basil/water slurry cubes

In unrelated news, after all the basil and romano … I smell *really* good right now.