February 3rd, 2008


"It's alive, it's alive!"

Friday evening I got it to run, after fiddling a bit with the jumpers on the motherboard. Then I noticed the fan on the graphics card I replaced the Rage 128 with (still ATI, but a bit more recent) not spinning very well at all, and so decided to put the Rage 128 back in. One advantage of the clear case sides, though I shudder to think what RFI comes out of the box.

Now I see more of the disadvantages of the small form factor case. The power supply sits right over where the cards go in, and the ledge that supports the power supply right over the AGP slot. To do any kind of changing or swapping of cards, you have no choice but to pull the motherboard out on its tray. Fortunately, once things are set up, I won't have to do that again for a long time.

Anyway... this is something I've done after hours at work over the past week--about an hour a day, because Billie often works at the shoe shop until it closes at 7:00 p.m. For some reason, the corner of the building I'm in is pretty darned warm; not quite 81 degrees at the time I booted the computer. It's not the heating, at least not ours; the thermostat for it is set to 68, I'm told.

The install of 64-bit Ubuntu Studio went smoothly, with the temperature sensor one sticks in the fins of the heat sink readings varying, but at most about 37.7 degrees Celsius (about 100 degrees Fahrenheit). Not bad, especially considering the ambient temperature; air coming from the power supply seemed barely warmer than the air in the room, and from the 120 mm fan felt just like the air in the room.

Remove the DVD (Ubuntu Studio is just a bit too big to fit on a CD) after the install, reboot, and... nothing.

Oh, yeah. Change boot order on CMOS to notice the SATA drive... oops.

Reboot and up it came, without a problem.
  • Current Mood
    accomplished accomplished

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I know that I have a common name. For a while post-Jonestown I got a lot of Kool-Aid jokes. I blew most of them off, but occasionally said "Surely you've read my book, From Here to Eternity. " When I was in junior high James Jones, Oklahoma's representative from the district including Tulsa, was fairly significant in the Congressional hierarchy.

My middle initial is "E", so I would occasionally allude to "This... is CNN" or "Luke, I am your father." The best one was the time someone saw me logged on to Delphi as jejones and got all excited... he was chatting with someone from the group Jesus Jones! (Right there, right then!) At least, that's what he thought. Alas, honesty compelled me to disappoint him.

It's good to know that 99.7 percent of people with first name James are male, though it sort of makes me wish Shel Silverstein were still around to do a variation on "A Boy Named Sue".

LogoThere are
people with the name James Jones in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

  • Current Mood
    amused amused

The Tubador

Long ago, when I went to the Iowa State Fair, walking along by the Cultural Center I would hear a solo tuba player playing and providing his own percussion with a tambourine.

That was The Tubador, and he was a tradition. People would sit in the insanely hot open area enclosed by the Cultural Center (to make sure the least breeze possible came in) to listen to him play standards on a century-old instrument called a helicon.

Eventually, the folks there caught on to the fact that people would listen to live music there, and put up a stage and had an actual schedule. Alas, this past year, the folks responsible for scheduling cut back considerably on the number of the Tubador's performances--that despite his being the guy who demonstrated that people would stop to listen in that furnace of a spot. (The Tubador did fill in for a number of folks who weren't able to make it, and he's even sat in with other acts. I really wish I could have heard him jam with World Port, and he did Concentio Agnorum the honor of playing with us. Darn it, I want to do that again.)

He plays standards, but that doesn't mean his audience is all geriatric. People of all ages come to listen to him, and even to dance.

The cutback in 2007 makes me concerned about 2008. If you are a fan of the Tubador, or are curious after reading about him, I urge you to contact the folks at the fair and ask where and when the Tubador will be playing. The fair contact page has various ways to get hold of them, though of the contacts listed, either General Information or the Blue RIbbon Commission seem the closest to the point, the latter because they deal with fund-raising for improvements and maintenance, so they should be interested in what people want to hear.
  • Current Music
    "When the Saints Go Marching In," the Tubador

Crouching Tiger Direct, Hidden CompUSA

Last time I went to the liquidating CompUSA store down the street, the guy with the CompUSA T-shirt on told me that basically, Tiger Direct was using the CompUSA name. I know that Tiger Direct sells Systemax computers, but I don't know whether one had bought the other or not. (Looking at the Systemax web site, they list TIger Direct, Global Computer Supplies, InfotelUSA, and now CompUSA, among others, as subsidiaries and divisions.

I just took a look at both Tiger Direct's and CompUSA's web sites for SATA II hard drives. Found one brand/model on both sites. The user reviews were identical.... so there you go. I may well have been sent the DVD burner and such from the very same warehouse as the Ultra Black Micro Fly.
  • Current Mood
    curious curious