Hey, it's only 2:45 and this has already been a good day!
I'm getting a new computer to play with. :-D Now all I have to do is get my dad to send me one of the numerous unused ISA NIC's we have lying around the house, and I can set up my own little file server. Shouldn't be hard at all to get Debian up and running on the box, and I can probably get one of my suitemates to let me use an open port in their room. Or we could always go for the RJ-45 splitter option. But anyway, I can finally deal with the withdrawal symptoms which go along with my unused screwdrivers.
I also finished the crocheted doily I've been working on for months. It's sitting right next to the DC power supply I built in I&M lab. Which brings me to another topic. I cannot for the life of me figure out how I can go from sitting on the floor with resistors, capacitors, and diodes all spread out around me, stripping wires, to sitting on the couch crocheting like I've turned into a lady from the Victorian era. How can I enjoy doing things which are so completely different from each other?
There seems to be a thread of dichotomy which runs through my life. It probably all goes back to my parents, and the fact that they have both influenced me so much.
My mom is a homemaker by trade. That's rather a necessity with 10 kids, but she's done that ever since she got pregnant with me. I really admire her; she does so much that we all take for granted. She taught me to crochet and sew, which eventually led to knitting and tatting. (Look it up. I'm too lazy to explain terms, and since you're obviously online, you have access to a dictionary) My dad on the other hand, started building computers when I was 8 or 9. He's probably the smartest guy I know; taught himself electronics in order to build his own speakers. I watched him all the time; still do when I'm home and he's working on something interesting. As a result, I picked up on everything; how to hook up all the cables, format and partition hard drives, troubleshoot Windows problems, etc. And then he got me to learn what he couldn't teach me by giving me things to do which would make me teach myself, like setting up a Linux file server, gateway, DHCP, DNS, RAID, and what all else. And then I decided to come here and learn more. =)
So, in a sense, my mom is the reason there's a 12'' crocheted doily on my dresser, and my dad is the reason for the adjacent 12V DC power supply. In the end, I really wouldn't have it any other way. It's kind of like being able to enjoy reading both A Tale of Two Cities and The Andromeda Strain. I feel like I get so much out of life since I'm able to really have fun in such a wide range of areas. It's officially a good thing.
Posted by Ardith at February 27, 2003 03:17 PM