Things are better now, can’t you see? 👨🏻🏫
“Trials never end, of course. Unhappiness and misfortune are bound to occur as long as people live, but there is a feeling now, that was not here before, and is not just on the surface of things, but penetrates all the way through: We’ve won it. It’s going to get better now. You can sort of tell these things.” – Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig
A long time and insider I ran into the other day at the legislative building when I mentioned I’m now the Director of Data Services, she replied back, that’s pretty noteworthy, not many people make it to become a unit director. There simply aren’t that many openings. I kind of viewed it as silly little position with a big title but not much more they that. Even the hundred thousand dollars a year doesn’t seem like much with inflation, nor does overseeing two divisions of employees – word processors and data service staff totalling six people with a half million dollar budget. I get it, I’m not that governor of the state, overseeing a budget of $250 billion and a population of 20 million.
I know I’m damn good at my job, I know my way around the Unix text utilities and SQL to get things done quickly and with a knowledge of the R statistical language and other programming concepts. I know GIS and map making, I can parse and total data in ways others find amazing. But I don’t know all the answers and I’m not a developer or database administrator. I still have to often go hand in hat to the OADP unit that oversees the technical side of things. I wish I knew more but I didn’t get those advanced skillsor training in college.
I know I have earned it. If you told me I would be going on 17 years with the New York Assembly I would have found that hard to believe on what seemed like just yesterday when I was in college. The endless long nights sleeping under my desk, crunching numbers at 3 am, staying in motel rooms and people’s basements on campaign. The sometimes holding my nose and just getting the work done regardless how I personally felt about. I’ve learned much, become far more professional but it sure doesn’t feel that way at times. I’m 41 not 24 anymore, my hair is graying but I don’t feel like some of those mature adults you see and know.
Maybe I’m bragging but it doesn’t eliminate the insecurity I feel, how I’m not sure if I earned what I have. Or if what I do is important or if my salary is enough. I realize no matter your level of success you’ll always be comparing yourself to those a few steps above you, those living a life you dream of but can’t yet live out in the country.
Been since Sunday since I’ve gone for a ride 🚵♂️
With the bitter cold this week, along with the snow and Ice the last time I’ve ridden anywhere is last Sunday. Probably the longest I’ve been off the road since I got my bicycle, and maybe I should have ridden in yesterday, my birthday but it still was pretty cold and icy. Tomorrow I’ll need to bundle up ride to the store to grocery shop, and maybe go to Walmart for some other supplies. I’m hoping next week I can ride at least a few more days into work, via Corning’s Hill. Once the snow melts off the rail trail, there should be enough light to ride both ways to work.
What is the history of #! Interpreter first line in scripts?
The #! sequence, commonly called the shebang, was introduced by Dennis Ritchie at Bell Laboratories in January 1980. It was added to the Unix kernel to allow scripts to be executed directly as commands, making them behave more like regular executable programs.
Origin and Purpose
Before the shebang, executing a script in early Unix required explicitly calling the interpreter (e.g., sh script.sh). The operating system’s exec() system call could only run compiled binaries, which started with specific “magic number” bytes that the kernel recognized as machine instructions.
Dennis Ritchie changed the system so that the kernel would check the first two bytes of a file. If the bytes were CPU instructions, it would execute the file as a binary program.
If the bytes were the ASCII characters #! (hexadecimal 0x23 0x21), the kernel would read the rest of the line to find the path to an interpreter program. The kernel would then run that interpreter, passing the script’s filename as an argument.
This mechanism brought several key benefits:
Uniformity: Scripts could be executed uniformly like any other command, rather than only being runnable from within a shell.
Clarity in monitoring: Tools like ps (process status) would show the script’s actual name and interpreter, rather than just sh, aiding system monitoring and accounting.
Flexibility: It allowed for the use of various interpreters (e.g., sh, csh, perl, python, bash) without ambiguity, making the system more flexible.
Portability: It specified the intended interpreter within the script itself, ensuring it ran with the correct environment regardless of the user’s default shell.
Super Doubts About the Big Fords 🛻
I keep reading about the downsides of owning an heavy duty-pickup truck, unless of course you are towing regularly as part of your business. The often listed reasons for not buying a HD truck are as follows:
- They cost a lot of money, especially compared to small sedans and SUVs used by the car commuters
- They cost a lot of money to repair and maintain, as the parts are and more expensive
- They aren’t as simple as even basic HD trucks these days are packed full of sensors and technology
- They use a lot of fuel, though not as bad you might think
- They are big, difficult to drive and park
- They have a rough ride with solid front axles
Probably the thing that bites into me about buying a Ford SuperDuty is the cost. It’s a lot of money, when there are much cheaper and smaller vehicles out there. Depending on how to look at it the truck will fall in or be slightly above the recommended amount for my income, though not by much. I should still have enough cash that I should be able to cover all reasonable emergencies without touching investments. Still it’s a lot of money for something I’m going to literally throw away in a little over a decade or a decade and a half. It not that I can’t afford a SuperDuty, but I try to be very frugal on all other parts of my life. I don’t eat out or party, I don’t take expensive vacations, I keep my heat at 50 degrees all winter and take my mountain bike or city bus to work. I don’t drive many miles. And I bitch about when it rains or extremely cold because I have to pay the bus fare but I can find money to buy a Ford F-350. I sit in the cold and darkness and stay home, just so I can have a nice truck soon enough to be trash once again, and I can’t even burn it.
Then there is the issue of fuel consumption. Based on Internet reports of real-world SuperDuty fuel economy, it’s pretty much what I get from my lifted Silverado 1500 right now on the highway at least. Not that my Silverado was at all good in city or on the trail when it came to fuel use. Truth is I don’t care that much, as I am not planning on commuting in a SuperDuty, and if it costs a few bucks when I’m traveling it’s not the end of the world. I’d rather have a truck that I am comfortable in and can spend more time in the wilderness without having to drive to town. What’s another $250 in fuel on a great summer vacation?
But I do think a lot about the messaging driving such a big truck makes. Sorry about your broken penis, dude. You must have a pretty mighty payment on such a big truck. When I bring the Big Ford home, the landlord is going to see the big truck and figure he must be loaded to afford such a nice truck, so he should raise the rent on my dilapidated apartment. When I take it out Pine Bush hikes, I am going to more glares and stares from environmentalists when they see my enormous truck. The truck will cost more then what many of my staff people I oversee make in a whole year. Certainly not going to be something I show off to my more liberal friends, the Prisus and hybrid drivers. It’s really hard to show up to a climate rally in an ginormous Ford F-350 extended cab with a long bed and camper shell, even if it’s not lifted yet and I promise myself I won’t do more then a leveling kit and maybe 35s or 37s.
And it’s just those Big Fords are big. Even with backup cameras, they’re going to be a bitch to park anywhere in the city or thereabouts. It will be difficult when I have to drive in traffic, whether it’s stuck in a jam on the Thruway or those few times I have a legitimate reason to drive downtown or to work. Not that I plan to give up busing and biking it to work most days. The laundromat will be a challenge, as will parking lots, though I actually prefer to park fair away and walk, because it’s good for health and avoid risk of getting hit in the parking or hitting other cars. But on the other hand, I’ve driven a lifted truck for 10 years now, and had a full-size, though not HD truck for 14 1/2 years. Yet it’s not fun in city, narrow truck trails and campsites, even if it’s great on the open road. I can only imagine how shit the ride is going to be rough truck trails with the solid front axle and heavy-duty rear shocks, though I’m not sure how it compared to rough worn out shocks and flexing frame of the Silverado.
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing! 🌡️
I’m old enough to remember when cold weather was a windchill advisory, but then the government decided being explicit was too confusing for our simple brains and we needed to be dazzled with more bullshit much like the blown engines the government is requiring on non-HD pickups.
As that Billy Preston song goes, it’s another zero degree morning but this morning with a good steady wind 🌬️ so I’ll be riding the bus to work with all the colored and poor people on the pogey but at least it will be warm when I’m looking at random videos of overly large, fuel drinking pickup trucks ⛽ with the Godzilla engine. 🚍 Hopefully next week will be warm enough I can ride into work. 🚲 It’s going to be bad enough tomorrow when I ride to Wally World or if I’m not brave enough in the cold, down to Hannaford to get my weekly staple of apples 🍏 and random plastic crap for the landfill because I can’t have a fire 🔥 because I don’t own a ginormous F-350 truck with a camper shell yet.
They fixed the bathroom 🚽 at work, so it no longer is gag worthy with sewer gas. 👃 That was good it was pretty awful by Wednesday when it finally got fixed, I think the last time was there to take a crap at eating all that fiber in my pancakes, 💩 I’d rather have been climbing in a silo full of rotten silage. It’s was so gross. But now it’s much fresher. 🥞 🍏 More homemade apple pancakes this morning with carrots. 🥕 Last night for my birthday 🎂 I had some of the kidney beans I cooked up yesterday morning, along with onions and the remaining chicken and rice soup and some cornmeal. Basic buck good.
Other then that it just was a Thursday. ❄️ Cold and I walked laps for a while in the Empire Plaza, 👣 before catching the local home. Just the usual homeless bums hanging around in the back hallways of the Plaza pushing wheelchairs and grocery carts full of random debris, and the bus was held up in traffic again both on the way in and home. Had to sprint over to the shuttle 🚀 but I made it in time. Today I might head in and catch the earlier bus just because I have a few things to get done and I assume I’ll have meetings in the afternoon downtown. Tomorrow, I need to finish figuring out what books I want on Hoopla to read in February, read up on new magazines. Maybe I’ll visit my parents this weekend, depends on the weather and their avaliablity. 👪 Other then that it’s just another winter weekend.
Huntersland
Almost heaven, John Denver’s Take Me Home sung on the radio as I headed down to High Point in Huntersland this evening. I’ve always wanted to find some place safe to stop along the road and take pictures, but that was not to be. But I captured it on my dash board camera.
I’ve always loved Appalachia, the hills, the mountains, the farms dug outside of the mountains. I love the remoteness and the freedom of people who live tucked into the mountains with no nearby neighbors. I’ve always loved the land and wildness of the area.
People flock to the Adirondacks and Catskills for remoteness. But I always crave the remoteness of the hills around Huntersland, and so many other places like it. It’s almost a world independent of the big city – probably the nearest big town in Schoharie, or actually more accurately, Cobelskill.
I’ve always told myself I’d some day like to live in a place in the mountains like this – off the beaten track – but not in New York. Like many, I could list the open burning ban and the SAFE Act as top reasons, but really living in Upstate NY, a Rural New Yorker, is one indignity after another. $5,000 a year property taxes are just offensive when many people in other states pay a tenth of that, pistol permits and the Sullivan Act, no un-permitted open carry even in the woods, no places to ride ATVs on most public lands, among other things that most people in other states gets to enjoy.
I can celebrate this beautiful, wild land, while condemning our state’s government. But I realize our state’s Appalachian beauty, is not an exception but a rule. Pennsylvania has many remarkable lands and much better laws and lower taxes. I’ve spent much time in the Pennsylvania Wilds, but I’ve also heard that Ohiopyle area of state in Green County is quite beautiful. Not to mention many of the areas in the center part of state. And so many other states too.
While I feel such bitterness towards the state, I do love the land and it’s beauty. It’s government maybe draconian and take care of these people poorly, but they don’t live a life of natural poverty, even if they struggle to make ends meet. And while I don’t intent this essay to be a rant about state government – we all live in the system we chose to live under – I do have conflicted feelings about this beautiful area.