I’ve had a bunch of trouble mounting one of my drives to ubuntu because there’s a space in the drive name after a format. In hind sight i wish i never did that but oh well. Anyways here’s the solutions I found and that some people have had trouble with on forums. I know it shows up as \040 in the fstab file but trying that never worked.
sudo mount -t ntfs-3g /dev/sdc1 /media/My\ Hdd -o force
it was a short discription about the "School Night at the Apple Store" program in a box on the right of their start page. I wanted to share this info, but when i clicked on the program link for more it didn’t give the cool info i wanted as in the box. I stumbled across this program but had no idea what i’d use it for until now. Sure i could’ve used osx to take a screenshot then use preview to crop the info i wanted, then uploaded to my flickr! But using skitch made everything really easy.
So use Skitch next time you have something obtuse to share with your friends :)
Saw this video thought i’d blog it… up and coming stuff on linux, work sttill in progress. if only there was a way to install the damn thing a bit easier, but kudos the dudes who made awn awesome app!
What a cool way of interpreting twitter and flickr data especially the 3D globe that spins around. By David Troy I found myself watching it for ages… genius! Hey it would make an awesome screensaver now there’s a thought :)
When the energy of our consciousness is out of our control – the mind is agitated. We are being emotional. The solution is to detach from the inner storms, stand back and observe the hurricane pass. Detached observation withdraws the energy which your emotions require to sustain themselves. When you watch your own anger, it dies. If you don’t detach from it, and observe it …it will be your master.
Candian immigration and the stupidity that is me…
hindsight is such a beautiful thing in times like theses
Canadian custom form SIgned it sure no problem.
Fist immigration desk…
Immigration Officer: Hello sir where are you coming from?
Me: London…
Immigration Officer: what’s the purpose of your stay
Me: pleasure, visiting a few friends…
Immigration Officer: where do they live
Me: Mississauga…
Immigration Officer: alright sir you have a good day…
I could see the baggage carousel and it seemed like glowing light at
the end of the tunnel… heaven at the time i finally did it, my first
trip on a whim and a prayer. I’m almost out. This big canadian guy
bigger than me (can you imagine) flagged me step this way sir… I’m
like ok now i’m in another line for immigration again… waiting…
finally get called.
Immigration Officer: So sir what is the purpose of your stay
Me: visiting friends i said…
Immigration Officer: where do they live?
Me: Mississauga
right it was at this point i realized that i had nobody’s phone number
nobody’s address I had nothing, this whole things was so last
minute… all my communication was on facebook, i was like i’m coming
to canada and they were like cool uncle (our dad) will meet you at the
airport! I was like cool uncle will meet me… Back to this white
candian with glasses….
Immigration Officer: sir could you please write the names and address
and phone numbers of everyone you’re visiting here in canada on this
piece of paper.
Me: ummmm i only know there names…
Immigration Officer: so you don’t know their addresses
Me: ummm no!
Immigration Officer: So you don’t know these poeple really do you sir!
Me: no no I know them I grew up with them!
Immigration Officer: where did you grow up with them? (it got worse from there)
Me: Ummm in Saudi Arabia (eeek)…
Immigration Officer: (it went quiet around me) sir please write the
information i requested on this piece of paper!
i wrote the names of the people i grew up with.
Immigration Officer: How old are they Sir?
Me: i guesed roughly gave the ages kinda didn’t know exactly
Immigration Officer: you don’ t know them do you sir?
Me: no no i DO! I really do!
he took Hussian bhai’s name (Hussain Pasha)
Immigration Officer: what’s his middle name I was like
Me: I don’t know! (crying a little inside now)
Immigration Officer: Sir how do you really expect me to believe that
you know these people
Me: Serriously sir i know them… honest!
Immigration Officer: Who are you staying with?
Me: i’m staying with they’re father…
Immigration Officer: What’s his name?
Me: His name is Uncle Pasha…
Immigration Officer: me What’s his first name!
Me: ummm Uncle ummm Pasha?
Me: I don’t know his first name! (i only knew him as uncle pasha)
Immigration Officer: you don’t really know these people how do you
accept me to believe that you know them!
i pleaded….
Me: I do I do know them!
Me: i’m staying with him and his wife…
Immigration Officer: what’s his wife’s name
Me: ummm Aunty Pasha…
i knew here fist name… i got excited.
Me I know her first name.. i know her first name it’s Sabia! Phew sigh
of relief…
Immigration Officer: how old is she!
how old is she i thought? Why the hell do you need to know that! How
WOULD I KNOW THAT!
Me: I dunno!
How should i know that! (eeeeek!) He stopped…
Immigration Officer: how many bags you got..
Me: two sir one on my back and a long one…
Immigration Officer: what’s in the bag?
Me: i got my laptop sir…
Immigration Officer: laptop huh! Why do you need a laptop? are you
planning to work here?
Me: No sir I’m here on holiday!
Immigration Officer: If you’re here on holiday why do you need a laptop!
Me: Ummm for emailing and messaging and facebook and stuff like that sir!
Immigration Officer: But your on holiday why do you need to email
isn’t that work!
Me: no sir it’s for keeping in touch with friends and stuff like that!
Immigration Officer: You’re here to work aren’t you!
Me: No sir i’m not honest I’m not!
I then began to explain to him the whole Social networking web 2.0
scene on the interweb! He finally let me go! I was so thankful at the
time I think i was reading the kalima by then (alhumdulilah i
thought)! Walk out the double doors the baggage carousel’s right
there.
Another big candian officer stops me (6th one)
Big Canadian: hello sir…
Me: hello (no not agian please for all that is good and holy)
Big Canadian: Where are you coming from today sir (this is the 6th
bloody time i had to answer this question) Me: i smiled politeiy
London i said!
Big Canadian: Purpose of your visit?
Me: Pleasure visiting friends (for heavens sake)
Big Canadian: Thank You sir Enjoy your stay!
MY GOD! That was terrible… my heart’s still beating fast had to calm
it down take a few deep breaths i thought… Got my bag… get out and
find Uncle Pasha :)
If canadian immigration was that bad I can’t imagine what American immigration would be like… it’s my own fault really… and no thanx to my passport picture! Yikes!
My greatest memory from a dump that is Slough!
I got to Marks & Spencers (M&S) a lot in Slough mailny when i’m lazy and mainly when i work a lot!
I’ve found this little M&S just around the corner from where i live… When I found it was like my White Castle i couldn’t believe it… such good food so nearby! When i turned the corner and saw it had a glimmering glow all around it! I’d found heaven :)
I was looking for some crisps (potato chips) a particular kind, kinda a popular they all ran out! I bumped into this old man with the store uniform on. I asked him if he had any in the back… he went and checked and he came back with a whole handful. I was very chuffed i thanked him and continued my shopping… Now waiting in the check out line the old guy asks me to come over here and opens a new till for me and starts beeping my food! I was like whoa thank you very much… done… bit of small talk, money exchanged hands and bagged my stuff and went on my merry way.
Every time i go there I’m always greeted by this friendly face and upbeat attitude. The South African accent, the smile the face it’s so genuine. The friendly banter i was greeted with and as i left… The wave good bye across the store from the exit… “See ya later bud!” the reserved english looking around thinking what just happened who broke the silence! how does he know him? haha
His story is amazing… an Italian South African in Slough… of all places in the world, Slough! No children no wife… nothing… I didn’t wanna probe too much i could tell he’d been through tough stuff and was uncomfortable talking about a few things in his life… But we both had huge mutual respect for each other. To be honest with ya i stopped going for the food and just kinda went to see him and see how he’s doing!
Just look at his face in this photo… please! Can you see it? Can you? :)
Such a kind and gentle man with such a good heart! An Angel amongst men!
Live a long and a happy life in this one and the next Mr. Galliano Burzacchi you deserve it!
