The Rise Of The Office

The time has finally come to resurrect my old office from Mountain View. I put my desk together Monday evening and then set about unpacking my computers and turning them back on after nigh on six months of disuse. My file server happily whirred into action, using the new power cord I purchased from Media Markt on Saturday.

My workstation, however, was a different story. The dreaded click of death familiar to anyone who has ever lost a hard drive in active duty defiled my ears with its filthy rattle. My heart sank. I knew immediately what this meant.

That’s what can happen when a hard drive kept in constant use for months on end is suddenly spun down, packed into a box, shipped across the Atlantic in God knows what kind of temperatures, kept in storage for months in God knows what kind of temperatures, then plucked from a box months later, connected to the mains and optimistically called back from its slumber as if nothing had ever happened. Some drives can’t take that kind of abuse and give up the ghost. Mine was one of them. Most of the stuff on there had been backed up, anyway. My home directory was networked from jiskefet, which was, itself, backed up before leaving the US.

In short, this isn’t a disaster, but it is a major irritation, because now I have to install Linux again from scratch on my workstation. That means compiling a bunch of local programs, too.

So, I had to go out Tuesday morning to buy a new hard drive. I picked up a 400 Gb Maxtor from MyCom on the Ceintuurbaan. I also bought a USB 2.0 and Firewire card to put in jiskefet, the file-server. That machine is also used for making back-ups to the external hard drive that I purchased a few days before our departure from the US. I had noticed back then that making these back-ups was painfully slow and it turned out that its USB ports were only USB 1.1 devices. I should have bought a USB 2.0 PCI card and fitted it there and then, but there were so many things to do in those last few days that it never happened. Anyway, jiskefet now has such a card fitted. I’ll connect the external hard drive to it tomorrow.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I’ve fitted my workstation with the new 400 Gb drive and started to reinstall the operating system, but it’s a slow process, choosing all those packages and the like. I’m putting Fedora Core 4 back on it, even though 5 will be out in a few days. Friends are currently raving about Ubuntu, but I don’t have time to look into a new distro at this point in time.

Another thing happening on Tuesday was that the electricians came back to complete the Ethernet work they had begun for me. I can now happily report that the house is currently wired with CAT5 in most rooms. Wireless 802.11 is all well and good, but sometimes one wants the stability and security of a wired connection. Besides, more and more household appliances can be connected to a network these days, so it’s good to have ports in most rooms.

I also had to buy a new mouse, because the old cordless one I was using had a power adapter that couldn’t handle 220V. Anticipating this kind of thing, I had bought a voltage converter at Fry’s before leaving California, but the shape of the adapter plug meant I couldn’t plug it into the voltage converter. Doh!

To fix the problem, I bought myself a Logitech G7 mouse. This doesn’t plug into the mains at all. Instead, its base station charges battery packs that then slide into the mouse. The base station is powered by one of the PC’s USB ports. It’s a great mouse, but there was nothing wrong with the old one. It would have been sufficient to purchase a Logitech 220V adapter, but, of course, no-one sells those separately.

I hope to find the time to finish installing my workstation tomorrow, at which point I can begin configuring the system again. With a little luck, I’ll be able to stop the day’s other chores from getting in the way.

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Powers Of Observation

Dear, oh dear. My favourite Dutch TV series at the moment is Keyzer & De Boer Advocaten. It takes place in a solicitors’ office, somewhere in Amsterdam Zuid. But where exactly?

Each week, I have been trying to figure out from the outdoor scenes where the office is supposed to be. I knew it must be somewhere within sight of the Koninginneweg or Willemsparkweg, because you can always see tram 2 hammering down the road about 100 metres away. Try as I might, though, I just couldn’t pin down the side street containing the big office with the balcony on the first floor.

I asked Sarah to watch the start of episode 15, which has a nice pan shot of the crossroads by the office. Imagine my shock when Sarah announced after a couple of seconds that the area on film was, in fact, the Emmalaan. Nothing meaningful there, perhaps, until I tell you that the house in question is a sixty second walk (if that) from our house. I pass the building that plays the part of Keyzer & De Boer’s business premises virtually every day and yet I still couldn’t recognise it from the generous, wide-angle shots on TV. That’s how bad my observational skills really are.

The clues were there, of course. Every time there’s a scene in the Vondelpark, we see the characters entering the park via the Emmalaan entrance. As I considered where the location of the office might be, I had dismissed the use of this entrance as a bit of artistic licence on the part of the production team. After all, if they were really using an office that close to our own house, I would obviously recognise the location. Niet dus.

I knew my powers of observation were severely lacking, but this signals a new low in my visual perception.

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Would You Like That With Fry’s?

What wouldn’t I give for Fry’s right now?

Media Markt is a big disappointment. They carry no gigabit Ethernet hubs or switches whatsoever. How is one supposed to build a modern network with nothing but plain old 8 port Fast Ethernet switches? Bah.

Similarly, the only PC power supplies I could find were 650 watt units, which is much more than I need. I started to unpack the computers today and discovered that the power supply of one of them is non-switchable, which almost certainly means it will go up in smoke if I dare to plug it into a 240 volt socket. Better to just buy and fit a new power supply.

What I did manage to find, however, were a few European power cords. That will save me from having to use plug adapters with the original American cords.

Afterwards, I went to IKEA and bought a basic Galant desk for around €150. Well, there’s no point spending good money on something more expensive than that, when it’ll serve the purpose perfectly well. I just need a simple desk for when I’m hacking code and ripping CDs.

I’ll probably still need a small filing cabinet, but that can come later; probably from IKEA, too. I’m not a snob, so IKEA still has its place in my life. I wouldn’t use it for my bed, my couch or even my dining room table, but for the desk at which I will sit and idle away hours on end, it’s fine. It wasn’t just a coincidence I had a Jerker in the States.

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Clean Sweep

Well, it had to be done sooner or later and today was the day that we chose to bite the bullet. I’m talking about cleaning the old house, as next Tuesday is 31st January, the day our six month lease officially expires and the keys have to be handed back to the owner.

I dropped off Sarah and Eloïse on my way down to the Audi dealer. I had to go down there to lend their own car back to them. Apparently, a friend of the director of the firm wants to test-drive an A6 with a petrol engine, so the customer had been promised this car for the weekend. I therefore had to temporarily hand back the 4.2 litre A6 I’ve been driving around in exchange for a 3.2 litre Avant (which is just the estate version of the A6). I’ll be in possession of the this car until Monday, at which time we’ll swap vehicles again. How will I cope for three whole days without those heated seats? Life is hard.

Anyway, after buying a permit so that I can park this temporary car outside the house on Saturday, I drove over to the Elandsgracht to join Sarah in the cleaning. We blitzed the place in about five hours. I hoovered all four storeys, cleaned the toilets and threw out piles of rubbish. Sarah cleaned out the kitchen, packed stuff into boxes and sorted through the remaining odds and ends.

By six o’clock, we were ready to leave with a car packed full of the last possessions remaining at the old house. All that remains for me to do is hand back the keys on Tuesday and read the gas and electric meters. With that, we’ll be able to close the book on Elandsgracht 33, its shoddily renovated interior, rickety and uncomfortable furniture, awkward layout, ineffective lighting, tacky waterbed, dodgy boiler, feeble shower, etc., etc.

All of our friends who spent a night there know the problem. Sorry Florence; sorry Mike. Sorry Daniel, Nicole, Geoff, Jules, Linda and anyone else who suffered the manifold frustrations of that property. We can assure you that you’ll be much more comfortable in our new domicile.

Anyway, after five hours of €3.40 per hour parking, we headed back home with a full car, feeling proud of ourselves for having made such a thorough job of what was quite an unpleasant task. All desire to re-enter that property and spend any amount of time there had completely ebbed away over Christmas and New Year. The thought of having to clean the place was not a pleasing one, but we knuckled down, sacrificed a day to it, and now it’s done.

How I wish we could tackle similarly necessary and unpleasant tasks with such commendable resolve.

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Slaap Lekker

God, I love our bed. I really must devote a paragraph or two to our lovely

Hästens

2000T.

Yes, I know it’s only a bed, but still; you just can’t imagine how comfortable

this thing is. The television adverts joke that it’s impossible to stay awake

in one and it’s really true. I’ve never enjoyed having to get out of bed in

the morning, but it’s a particularly arduous endeavour to emerge from this

slumberer’s heaven.

Peter, too, when he was here, remarked on how comfortable the

Naturally in the guest room is.

I heartily recommend a Hästens bed to anyone

in the market for a new sleep sanctuary. Nothing else that I’ve ever slept on

comes even close.

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