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I’ve been putting off this little project…

Several months ago I got a nifty server. 5 drives, I configured it in a RAID array with two drive redundancy.

For those of you that think I just spoke Greek. I didn’t. Simply put, I have a server with 5 hard drives that work as a set. Any two of these drives can fail without me losing all the data stored on the server. I can pull the bad drive out, replace it and tell the server to fix the problem. A few hours later the server will be back up to full operating speed and while it’s fixing the problem, I still have access to the data.

Anyhoo, I’ve been meaning to put the thing on the shelf in my wiring closet. It will be protected and I won’t have to worry about the dog bumping into it when he comes in to the office to ask me to play. He doesn’t just ask, he’s a bit aggressive about it. He’s a dog… He doesn’t understand that some electronics are fragile and don’t like being bumped around while they’re running.

So I decided the other day, that the time had come. I’ve been putting it off because 1) nothing with computers is ever as easy as it seems. 2) I knew there was a rats nest of cables I’d have to sort through. 3) The other half had to get a new computer (The second hard drive in 6 months failed and I didn’t really want to mess with it.

I start shutting things down. Then I started pulling unused or un-necessary cables out of the wiring closet. I finally got to the point where I could route power and network cables and encountered a major problem.

The cables I wanted to run were too thick to run them the way I’d done in the past. I’m standing there holding a shelf in my hand thinking, “Well damn, this isn’t going to work.”

Then I remembered my nifty new RYOBI tools in the garage. I knew I had a 1″ hole bit in a bit set I’d recently purchased. I take the shelf downstairs and grab the new drill and the bit set. That’s when I noticed that I’d also gotten with the set, 4 different sized hole saws.

OH Goody! I’d wondered what I’d use those for and now I know and have a good excuse to boot.

I set the 1.4″ hole saw on it’s bit, locked it down and fit the assembly in the chuck of the drill. 10 minutes later I’ve got two beautiful holes in the shelf right where I need them. The drill didn’t even breathe hard.

I was standing there looking at my work, for the briefest instance I considered where else I might need a convenient hole. Thankfully something in my brain hit the emergency stop on that thought process!

I put the tools away without drilling anymore holes. I patted the new drill appreciatively and put it back in it’s case.

I suspect that I’ll be drilling and cutting some things in the near future as I run antenna cables for the HAM rig. (Yeah, that’s another project on the list. I need to get some better antennas and get them installed so I can get out a bit better. HAM is another of those hobbies where getting a new radio just leads to a bunch of supplementary purchases.)

I head back up into the house, shelf in hand and put it back in place. The cables routed easily and I was able to put the power cabling through one hole while putting the data cables through the opposite end of the shelf. That keeps potential interference from power away from my data. As I’m standing there on the ladder I was thinking, “I’m a moron. I should have done this exact thing years ago! I’d have saved myself a lot of aggravation over the years.“

I put the server in place, and powered everything back up. Simple and it’s a nice looking installation.

Well, that chore done… I turned my attention to another round of data recovery. That was 48 hours of pure hell. Thankfully, my computer is fast, my network is fast, and I’m pretty good at this sort of thing. Corrupted backups and a person who has no concept of a data storage plan, not withstanding. Recovering data is just plain tedious in the first place. Not having specific documents stored in logical folders to assist in targeting the important stuff makes it very frustrating.

So to any of you out there who just spatter documents and files anywhere and everywhere on your computer. I’ll give you this advice. If you value your relationship, tell your techie other half what is most important, and keep the booze coming. One other thing, move your files into some kind of logical order to start with!

As it turns out, the backups were corrupted from the previous three hard drive crashes. The other half hadn’t done any organization after any of those crashes. In fact, after me telling them that the backups were corrupted, they kept using them anyway, compounding the problem.

With 10 Terabytes of storage available, the other half had also not copied the important files out to the server for redundancy. Sigh… and I’m the bad guy for being pissed off about it.

Mischief managed. The other half is running on the new computer. The server now has copies of all the files I recovered in a non-backup related directory and there’s a duplicate scanner running on my computer looking at that directory eliminating duplications and preserving edits in chronological order. When that’s done the files will be moved to a directory structure where Documents, Spreadsheets, Presentations, Photos, Music, Musical Scores, and other files will each have their own directory path.

Now to create a scheduled process that updates those directories once a week from the other half’s computer. As things stand right now, I burned 4 Terabytes on the server in recovery. I’ve got the other half sorting through tons of their own shit to figure out what is important and relevant to keep.

Just punishment, I think.

When they’re done with the space, I’ll be able to delete the corrupted backups (Hanging on to them for the moment in case I have to dive in to find some super important thing I missed. Then the recovered directories (except the one I’m processing) will be gone. I’m not going to be surprised to see about 2.5 – 3.5 Terabytes suddenly be available again on the server.

While I’m at it, I may go out and access one of my really old archival backups to consolidate more storage. I can move the files and documents to the main server in my home folder and then delete the old archive backup too. Then I’ll keep only the important stuff that provides history back to 2008 when everything was destroyed.

This has been my week, I hope your’s was better and in the midst of all of this I’ve managed to apply for jobs… Not that anyone is responding to my inquiries.

But I’ll keep at it.

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Dogs…

I’ve pretty much always been lucky with dogs. Regrettably they have sometimes not been lucky to have me. I had to become a full adult to understand that training a dog is a matter of teaching them, not breaking them.

Sometimes you’ll see harsh training, and while that terrorizes the dog into submission it also breaks the dogs spirit and you never get to see the actual personality of the dog develop.

As an adult, the last 3 dogs I’ve had, I trained gently and let their personality develop. I find dogs that have personality far more rewarding than those who do not.

Jesse is no different. He’s smart, he does want to please but is easily bored or distracted. So right now we’re concentrating on the basics. No chomping on hands, arms, feet, or clothing. It’s not biting per se, he’s just mouthy and forgets that when he clamps down he can hurt ya.

He’s been remarkably surprised when after a few warnings I bare my teeth and try to chomp him back. Obviously that’s behavior he’s never seen from a human before and he doesn’t quite know what to make of it. I’ve chomped his ear lightly so now he knows I have teeth and am serious when I say NO. He’s only been here 6 days, and is making progress.

Walks are really good unless he sees a rabbit. Then all hell breaks loose. Again, nothing I haven’t dealt with before, and he’s getting much better about responding to commands though there’s still a way to go on that front.

He’s a generally happy pup, and as he’s to getting comfortable he’s also showing me more of who he is.

He is sweet, he’s a trickster, he seems to like a good joke, (even if I don’t seem to get it). He’s strong and fast, he also really seems to want to be all cuddly but then gets distracted with the mouth clamping a bit too hard on my hand, ending the cuddle session. Sunny and Etta both went through a similar phase, (Etta’s I remember all too well and have a scar or two to show for it!)

Right now he’s like a two year old child with boundless energy and even when he’s obviously tired, he fights going to sleep until gravity wins. It’s funny to watch. He’ll be sitting then his eyes start to close, then his behind slides out from under him and he catches himself on the way down.

I don’t think he likes me laughing at him when he does this, but it’s damn cute.

Took him to the vet yesterday because he was upchucking and it sounded like kennel cough. Turns out that’s not the problem, his stomach is a bit upset by the antibiotic he’s on for the next 8 days. That was a vet bill that I wasn’t expecting, but he’s gained a couple of pounds since he came to live with me. So that was good news if only that he’s been able to eat healthy and our twice daily long walks are doing him as much good as they’re doing me.

Multiple “Zoomies” in the back yard are apparently helping him too.

He is a lot of work. I hope at the end of this I’ll have a good trusting and trustworthy dog.

He’s a little defensive of his spaces, it’s going to take some time to teach him what is a problem and what isn’t anything to worry about.

At the moment, I’m having to get up to check on everything he decides to bark about. So he knows I’m interested and from my reaction he’s learning what is normal. Eventually, I’ll be able to tell from his voice if he’s saying “hello” or if the message is, “Dad! There’s something out here you need to deal with NOW!”

He’s talking to the lady next door instead of a full on bark. He says hello to her with a brief woof and then carries on the conversation with a series of low woofs, whines, and tail wags.

This is progress.

He’s taken to responding to my throwing one of his toys off the deck into the back yard by retrieving the toy as part of play and enjoying the stairmaster aspect of running up & down the back stairs. This is expected behavior, what is surprising is that when he’s tired he’ll bring the toy half way up the stairs, look me in the eye and drop it. Then he’ll come up the stairs and lay down. He watches as I go down the stairs to get the toy and seems to enjoy seeing me retrieving.

It’s hard to believe it’s only been a week tomorrow. At the same time I know that I’m looking at a minimum of at least 11 more weeks before he gets the routines and I fully understand what occupies him and satisfies his needs.

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World Meet Jesse, Jesse Meet World.

I mentioned in the last post that we were expecting a new resident.

Here he is. He had no name, no history, and nobody to love. The shelter said he was retriever / husky mix.

That should probably be amended to husky / retriever mix, because he’s a lot more like a husky personality.

He talks, he becomes fixated on things, (sometimes things he really should let go). Trying to dissuade him from digging right now is a major impossibility.

I made the mistake of letting him watch me pull the gopher stakes out of the ground. the small 2 inch diameter holes were all expanded to 12 inch holes in seconds. They were deep enough for him to put his whole head in.

I suppose he was trying to help, but didn’t realize the gopher stakes were to keep gophers out of the yard, not to cover up gopher holes. I’ll admit, his solution was elegant. Dig the little bastards out of the ground and eat them. Thankfully, he didn’t find anything or that would have been a serious mess for day 3.

I decided to call him Jesse after seeing just how fast and agile he is. Jesse Owens, or Jesse James your choice…

The shelter said he was a year old… Uh wrong! he’s still teething. Add that to the husky determination and you get a bit of a buzz saw.

I’ve thus far been able to mostly keep ahead of it, but It’s a challenge to say the least. Vigilance must be 100%. Take your eyes off him for a hot minute and he lives up to his name regarding speed, and you’ll never know what he has in his mouth. think 2 year old human on speed.

On the plus side, I’ve radically increased my activity and surprisingly my BP is down.

More as anything of interest develops.