My Ubuntu install on eponine had been freezing. Just up and freezing. So I built a FreeBSD install from scratch — decided that, for the desktop, it was lame (though the next time I overhaul fantine, my server, it’s going FreeBSD; what I learned makes it kinda rule for non-X11 things). So I tried 64-bit Ubuntu — which had the same problem, but fortunately worked just as well as 32-bit in terms of proprietary functionality (nVidia drivers, Flash, etc). Currently sitting on 64-bit Fedora 8; but it’s not apt to stay too long.

(Mostly, I’m coming to suspect it’s the ACPI — I’ve tried the nVidia beta driver to no avail)

Meanwhile….

I’m downgrading to XP on cosette.

For all intents and purposes, I did so about a week and a half ago — just booted my old XP partition. Hey, sudden burst of comfort, speed, and it worked right. Huzzah. But then I came to remember why I tried Vista in the first place — this old partition is starting to feel “dirty”. I need a reinstall.

The reason I hate reinstalling Windows, of course, is installing the software I like. If ever there were a major plus to Linux, it’s package management; go out, grab your favorite software, all with one command and be up and running just-like-that. I was able to switch distros like mad recently and it shows. You just can’t do that in Windows.

Until I went by the CSUA office today and was told of a magical XP image, with all the greatest hits installed. I grabbed it to my iPod and am now munging my partition tables but good (ntfsresize -P --force --force /dev/sda2) to throw the image over my Vista install, killing it forever. It’ll run overnight. And if it doesn’t work, I’ve got my trustier XP CD sitting here.

Meanwhile, I’m pondering putting a fresh install of Leopard on marius, my old Mac mini.

It’s the time of year to clean house, digitally.

And in case you’re wondering and like my naming scheme of Les Miserables characters; I’m writing this on enjolras, my MacBook Pro.

Lindy on Sproul is still lots of fun. I have ~ 2.5 gigs of swing music now, which is quite awesome. Note that this is only ~ 500 songs because I’m a nut for quality where I can get it (192+) — I’ve even gone so far as to get FLAC albums in some cases

It’s been almost overwhelmingly WARM in Berkeley — my handy internet thermometer suggests that it was 77 degrees earlier — and with a higher humidity than I get up in GV. Blah. At least b33r tastes even better now.

And apparently a troupe of LoS people are out to find a swimming hole after dancing tomorrow, which I am so in the mood for.

Running a LoS movie night (courtesy of the CSUA) in 306 Soda on Monday…. yay Swing Kids.

UU stuff on Monday too.

And I can write a simple lexer in 38 lines of Python, including comments and whitespace? Who’s the man?

And then darch and I want to write what seems to be a gstreamer-based mpd/mserv replacement in Python — which is totally doable and would be bunches of fun — mainly because it scratches a mutual itch in terms of music serving.

Looking for work, as always — considering Google SoC and research and whatnot.

Next minor project is to finally SVN my interesting homedir stuff (the theory being I can sit down at a fresh machine and go “svn co Homedirstuff” and have my shell work as it should) and possibly reinstall/fully-move-into a copy of Feisty Fawn, which I dunno why I haven’t et myself do — for some reason, my brain calls it temporary when I want it to be more permanent. Likewise, it’d be very nice to put FF extensions and configs into SVN for total cross-platform ‘lovin.

That and update my blogroll to also include blogs of people who a) are not Karen and b) are not on LJ. LJ is for legacy connections — and besides, that’s what my friendslist is for.

In short, what AREN’T I doing these days?

Dayquil fucks you up. I went to class sooo strung out — feeling better, but loopy. I’m sticking to straight Tylenol from now on. It currently seems to be working.

Hopefully I’ll start feeling better by this evening. Cause dancing is important to me.

So I resigned from the CSUA the other day. It was about time. It’s no longer fun for me; yeah, if I want to hang out, it’s none too bad, but I don’t feel as motivated to. We have so much fresh blood that it’s sort of gone the other way. It’s not an exclusivity thing, it’s a purpose thing. I kid, but we should almost apply as a Greek organization. A very nerdy, very open and inviting Greek organization, but the days of hacks and hackers seem far away. Of course, it’s not like they’ve been near for a long while.

So this marks another shift in my priorities. Namely, something else I believe in — dancehacking. Which is the concept title of the for-fun dissertation I still want to write. I’ve been compiling a handful of notes for it; perhaps I should mindmap it and then write it out.

Which sounds terribly like applying a compiler approach to thoughts. Where the mindmap is the AST. Yay 164 for further fucking with my mind. (Though in all actuality, it’s the most fun I’ve had since 61C)

Anyway, If I want any more sleep than the 3 hours I’ve already accomplished, I’d better get to it.