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Monday, August 14, 2006
March 29th, 2006 by Jeff Cross - www.averageadmins.com
While stumbling around the Internet today I came across a VNC (RealVNC, TightVNC, Ultr@VNC, etc.) replacement called FreeNX. NX is a remote display technology developed by NoMachine and FreeNX is a free GPL based server with packages available for Debian/Ubuntu, Fedora/RedHat, FreeBSD, Gentoo, and Suse.
I installed the FreeNX server from the available FreeBSD port (/net/freenx) but had to take some additional steps to configure it. A special thanks goes out to Marc Abramowitz for his how-to for version 4.10 of FreeBSD. I used his how-to as a guide but did not have to follow all of the steps he described to complete the installation on FreeBSD 6.0.
First, install the FreeNX server via package by running:
# pkg_add -r freenx
or from source by running:
# cd /usr/ports/net/freenx && make install clean
This will install the FreeNX server along with any required dependencies. Next you will need to create the nx user. I followed Marc’s example and created the user as follows:
# pw user add nx
# pw usermod nx -s "/usr/X11R6/NX/bin/nxserver"
# passwd nx
After you enter and confirm a password your nx user, you can verify that your FreeNX server is installed and that you configured the nx user successfully by changing to that user and verifying the default shell for nx. Type su nx at the command line and you should see something similar to the following. To exit the server and log out of the nx account, type quit. You’ll see where I did this after the NX> 105 prompt below.
# su nx
Password:
HELLO NXSERVER - Version 1.4.0-44 OS (GPL)
NX> 105 quit
quit
Quit
NX> 999 Bye
Now all we need to do is configure the server using the following commands:
# cd /usr/X11R6/NX/bin/
# ./nxsetup --install --setup-nomachine-key
This will configure the server and ready it for use with local user accounts. As best I can tell, all communications between the FreeNX server and the client are tunneled over SSH so all of your communications will be encrypted. Now, all you need is a client to connect to your FreeNX server. You can download an NX client from the NoMachine web site free of charge. There are clients available for Windows, Linux, Mac OSX, and Solaris.
Ok, nxserver is ready.
PAM authentication enabled:
All users will be able to login with their normal passwords.
PAM authentication will be done through SSH.
Please ensure that SSHD on localhost accepts password authentication.
You can change this behaviour in the /usr/X11R6/NX/etc/nxserver//node.conf file.
Have Fun!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
- moodx - I have a mobile athlon xp running in an abit nf7-s, I'm looking for a cpu program that interfaces with some hardware in order to scale the CPU speed.
- Caelian - moodx, kldload cpufreq
- Caelian - moodx, i believe you can fiddle with it through sysctls ... but most likely any cpu-applet for the major desktop environments can interact with it as well
- moodx - thx Caelian !
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
You went uptown riding in your limousine. In your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. And when you wake up in the morning. With your head on fire. And your eyes too bloody to see. Go on and cry in your coffee. But don't come bitchin' to me. Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you. You had to open up your mouth. You had to be a big shot, didn't you. All your friends were so knocked out. You had to have the last word last night. You know what everything's about You had to have a white hot spotlight. You had to be a big shot last night. They were all impressed with your Halston dress. And the people you knew at Elaine's. And the story of your latest success. Kept 'em so entertained. But now you just can't remember. All the things you said. And you're not sure you want to know. I'll give you one hint, honey. You sure did put on a show. Yes yes you had to be a big shot didn't you. You had to prove it to the crowd. You had to be a big shot didn't you. All your friends were so knocked out. You had to have the last word last night. You're so much fun to be around. You had to have the front page bold type. You had to be a big shot last night. Well it's no big sin to stick your two cents in. If you know when to leave it alone. But you went over the line. You couldn't see it was time to go home. No no no no no no you had to be a big shot didn't you. You had to open up your mouth. You had to be a big shot didn't you. All your friends were so knocked out. You had to have the last word. last night. So much fun to be around. You had to have a white hot spotlight. You had to be a big shot last night.
In the beginning there was nothing. And the Lord said "Let There Be Light!" And still there was nothing, but at least now you could see it.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Stand up. You've got to manage. I won't sympathize. Anymore. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. And if you complain. once more. You'll meet an army of me. You're alright. There's nothing wrong. Self-sufficience please! And get to work. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. Army of me. You're on your own now. We won't save you. Your rescue-squad. Is too exhausted. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. And if you complain once more. You meet an army of me. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. And if you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. Army of me.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still, That I may stay a sober man, Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel, That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing, Though drunkards lie and snore. O mind your feet, O mind your feet, Keep dancing like a wave, And under every dancer, A dead man in his grave. No ups and downs, my pretty, A mermaid, not a punk; A drunkard is a dead man, And all dead men are drunk.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
KDE-lite is simply a metaport for KDE. It doesn't make KDE faster or more trimmed down, it just installs certain KDE ports instead of just about all of them.
I use KDE all the time, and what I do on a fresh install is
# cd /usr/ports/x11/kdebase3
# make install clean
That will pull in the bare minimum you need to run KDE (qt, aRts, kdelibs3, cups, etc.). Then you just need to:
a) Have exec startkde in ~/.xinitrc
b) $ ln -s ~/.xinitrc ~/.xsession
Also look at ports/UPDATING 20041229 for important information about using KDE with X.org.
Then after you have the base in, you can just pick and choose whatever KDE packages you want. IMO, that's even better than installing KDE-lite.
Hilton Barcelona. Elf uur in de avond. Een zeer geslaagde zakenman. Zit moederziel alleen. Hij heeft hier op een beurs. De hele dag vergaderd. En nu kijkt hij uit verveling. Doelloos in het rond. Zijn ogen dwalen, dwalen af. Naar een dame in de hal. Zij zit alleen, zij is. één van de luxepaarden. Van een spaanse hoerenstal. En ze geeft je de illusie. Dat ze zich verleiden laat. Zij is niet goedkoop maar je kunt betalen. Met een goede creditcard. Eerst speelt hij nog de onschuld. Hij stelt zichzelf voor. Totdat hij in de alcohol. Z'n onschuld heeft vermoord. Hij vraagt haar hoe ze heet. Zij noemt alleen een prijs. Opeens trekt in een vage flits. Zijn vrouw aan hem voorbij. Dan zakken al z'n hersens. Een halve meter lager. Hij weet zich tot zijn kamerdeur. Nog netjes te gedragen. Maar daarna trekt hij hitsig. Alle kleren van haar lijf. Hij komt na vijf minuten. Zij gaat...en hij, hij blijft. Hij staart naar het plafond. De spanning is gebroken. Hij doet zijn ogen dicht maar. Hij ziet overal die slet. En daarna komt het schuldgevoel. Zijn kamer ingeslopen. Maar als redding ligt de Bijbel. In vier talen naast zijn bed. Hilton Barcelona. Langzaam wordt het licht. Vijf sterren van z'n klote. Hij doet geen oog meer dicht. De spaanse nacht is stil. Er hangt niets in de lucht. Wie altijd maar vooruit wil. Verliest de weg terug. De heimwee naar vervlogen tijden. Kamers op de Place Pigalle. Een halve ster, een krakend bed. En de toiletten in de hal. Maar een leven zonder zorgen. Een droom die nog bestaat. En een liefde, zoveel liefde. Die je met een kus betaalt. God, hij had zoveel idealen. En hij sliep onder de sterren. Hij vertelde alles wat hij voelde. Want hij had niets te verbergen. Zijn fantasie was een paleis. Hij had een hoofd om in te wonen. En hij praatte over later. Want het beste moest nog komen. Hilton Barcelona. Tien uur in de ochtend. Hij zit aan het ontbijt, ziet zichzelf. En voelt de neiging om te kotsen. Hij wil weg hier, terug naar huis. Het is een choas in zijn hoofd. Want dit hotel is het huis waar de heimwee woont. Dit hotel is het huis. Waar de heimwee woont. Zie ze lopen hier die mannen. Kleurloos tussen koud en warm Met hun zware aktentassen. Met hun ziel onder hun arm. In dit hotel regeert de leugen. Hier is de tederheid onttroond. Want dit hotel is het huis waar de heimwee woont.
De kudde loopt te grazen. Geen vuiltje aan de lucht. Ze vullen traag hun magen. Totdat het daglicht vlucht. De herder is verdwenen. Voor even of voor goed. Er is niemand die de weg weet. Er is niemand die ze hoedt. Arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, met z'n allen zo alleen. Arme schapen. Alleen gelaten. Het zijn arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, zo verschrikkelijk alleen. Arme schapen, je hoort ze vragen. Voor wie, voor wat, waarom, waardoor, waarvoor, waarheen? Ze kijken naar de hemel, genageld aan de grond. Ze wachten op een wonder, dat niet komt. Geen herder te bekennen, opgegaan in rook. Alleen het bange voorgevoel gaat met ze op de loop. Ze horen in gedachten de wolven in het bos. Al is het een illusie, het laat ze niet meer los. Niemand in de kudde die de ander nog vertrouwt
Kijk ze verstoten wat vreemd is en oud. Het zijn arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, met z'n allen zo alleen. Arme schapen. Alleen gelaten. Het zijn arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, met z'n allen zo alleen. Arme schapen, je hoort ze vragen. Voor wie, voor wat, waarom, waardoor, waarvoor, waarheen? Het zijn arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, zo verschrikkelijk alleen. Arme schapen. Alleen gelaten. Het zijn arme schapen. Hoor ze blaten, met z'n allen zo alleen. Arme schapen, je hoort ze vragen. Voor wie, voor wat, waarom, waardoor, waarvoor, waarheen? Waar gaat de kudde heen,..
You put the storm out, that's up in my head. You put the call out. Beside of me, kick up inside of me. And you steal the world and live to survive. And shake out the ghosts and then you turn around. In spite of me, kick up inside of me. One for the first time. Two for the last time. Three for the thrill and. Four for the last time. As far as I can see, you're gonna. Move deep deeper deep inside of me. Kick away my life kick away. You put the fear in me, kick away, kick away. As far as I can see you move deep deep inside of me. Take me away, take me away, up to another day. Open up the way, lead me away in the pouring rain. In the pouring rain. You put the storm out, that's up in my head. You put the call out. Beside of me, kick up inside of me. And we steal the world and live to survive. Shake out the ghosts and turn around. In spite of me, shake up the ghosts inside of me. One for the first time, two for the last time. Three for the thrill, and four for the last time. As far as I can see, you're gonna. Move deep deeper deep inside of me. Take me away, ah ah ah until another day
Take me away, kick away. As far as I can see you put the fear inside of me. Kick away,..
Come closer and see. See into the trees. Find the girl. If you can. Come closer and see. See into the dark. Just follow your eyes. Just follow your eyes. I hear her voice. Calling my name. The sound is deep. In the dark. I hear her voice. And start to run. Into the trees. Into the trees. Into the trees. Suddenly I stop. But I know it's too late. I'm lost in a forest. All alone. The girl was never there. It's always the same. I'm running towards nothing. Again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. And again and again and again and again.
Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am home again. Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am whole again. Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am young again. Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am fun again. However far away I will always love you. However long I stay I will always love you. Whatever words I say I will always love you. I will always love you. Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am free again. Whenever I'm alone with you. You make me feel like I am clean again. However far away I will always love you. However long I stay I will always love you. Whatever words I say I will always love you. I will always love you.
Oh it’s opening time. Down on fascination street. So let’s cut the conversation. And get out for a bit. Because I feel it all fading and paling. And I’m begging to drag you down with me. To kick the last nail in. Yeah I like you in that like I like you to scream. But if you open your mouth then I cant be responsible for. Quite what goes in or to care what comes out. So just pull on your hair. Just pull on your pout. And let’s move to the beat. Like we know that it’s over. If you slip going under. Slip over my shoulder. So just pull on your face. Just pull on your feet. And let’s hit opening time. Down on fascination street. So pull on your hair. Pull on your pout. Cut the conversation just open your mouth. Pull on your face pull on your feet. And let’s hit opening time. Down on fascination street.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Het is 't eindpunt van de trein. Bijna geen mens hoeft 'r te zijn. Bijna geen hond gaat zover mee. Enschede. De burchten van de nijverheid. Staan 'r nog her en der verspreid. Spelonken, hol en afgeleefd. Waar nu de wind vrij spel in heeft. Textielbaronnen van weleer. Hun jachtgebied bestaat niet meer. Waar zouden ze gebleven zijn. Van Heek, Ter Kuile, Blijdenstein? Hebben ze kinderen voortgebracht. Hebben ze hier nog nageslacht. Of koos dat snel een betere stee. Dan Enschede? Krim, Berkenkamp, Sebastopol. 't Is voorbij, de maat is vol. Bijna geen mens heeft hier nog weet. Van uw gelatenheid, uw leed. Dwars door 't uitgeteerde hart. Loopt nu de kale boelevart. Met postkantoor en V&D. O, Enschede. O, Enschede.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Visit XS4ALL's Self Service Centrum (click "IPv6 Tunnel", unfortunately no direct link) to have an IPv6 tunnel configured on their side.
Enter your IPv4 address and enable the tunnel.
On your machine, add the following to /etc/rc.conf:
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
Jesus was way cool. Everybody liked Jesus. Everybody wanted to hang out with him. Anything he wanted to do, he did. He turned water into wine. And if he wanted to. He could have turned wheat into marijuana. Or sugar into cocaine. Or vitamin pills into amphetamines. He walked on the water. And swam on the land. He would tell these stories. And people would listen. He was really cool. If you were blind or lame. You just went to Jesus. And he would put his hands on you. And you would be healed. That's so cool. He could've played guitar better than Hendrix. He could've told the future. He could've baked the most delicious cake in the world. He could've scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky. He could've danced better than Barishnikov. Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of. Jesus was way cool. He told people to eat his body and drink his blood. That's so cool. Jesus was so cool. But then some people got jealous of how cool he was. So they killed him. But then he rose from the dead. He rose from the dead, danced around. Then went up to heaven. I mean, that's so cool. Jesus was way cool. No wonder there are so many Christians,..
Since i met you this small town hasn't got room for my big feelings.Violently happy! 'cause i love you, violently happy! but you're not here, violently happy! come calm me down before i get into trouble. I tip-toe down to the shore, stand by the ocean, make it roar at me : and i roar back. Violently happy! 'cause i love you, violently happy! but you're not here, violently happy! overemotional, violently happy! i'll get into trouble, real soon - if you don't get here - BABY Volently happy! 'cause i love you, violently happy! i'm aiming too high, violently happy! it will get me into trouble, violently happy! i'm driving my car too fast - with ecstatic music on. Violently happy! i'm getting too drunk, violently happy! i'm daring people. To jump off roofs with me only you can calm me down i'm aiming too high soothe me.
Breathe it in and breathe it out. And pass it on, it's almost out. We're so creative, so much more. We're high above but on the floor. It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive. If you don't have it you're on the other side. The deeper you stick it in your vein. The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain. I'm in heaven, I'm a god. I'm everywhere, I feel so hot. It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive. If you don't have it you're on the other side. I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie). It's over now, I'm cold, alone. I'm just a person on my own. Nothing means a thing to me. (Nothing means a thing to me). It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive. If you don't have it you're on the other side. I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie). Free me, leave me. Watch me as I'm going down. Free me, see me. Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling. It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive. It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive. If you don't have it you're on the other side. I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie). I'm not an addict...
Its four in the morning, the end of december. Im writing you now just to see if youre better. Deventer is cold, but I like where Im living. Theres music on keizerslanden all through the evening. I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert. Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre keeping some kind of record. Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her. That night that you planned to go clear. Did you ever go clear?Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older. Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder. You'd been to the station to meet every train. And you came home without lili marlene. And you treated my woman to a flake of your life. And when she came back she was nobodys wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth. One more thin gypsy thief. Well I see janes awake. She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer. What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you. Im glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for jane or for me. Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes. I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her. That night that you planned to go clear. -- Sincerely, L. Cohen
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thanks to several parts of the human brain that emerged during the mammalian adaptation to nocturnal life and competition with reptilian foes, moods developed specifically in the forebrain areas at the heart of the limbic system which generated emotions for parental care, playfulness, and vocal calling.
By ca. 150 m.y.a., our mammalian forbears had entrusted their evolutionary future to a new and powerful form of arousal: emotion. In significant measure, the nerve network for emotions, feelings, and moods evolved from neural structures earlier committed to smell.
That emotions are like aromas--pleasant or unpleasant--is because they were designed from an olfactory model. Nonverbally, this shows, e.g., in the curled-upper-lip display, which reveals a. nausea, should we smell a fowl odor, and b. disgust, as we listen to a colleague's "rotten" idea. When something looks, sounds, or smells "fishy," the muscles of our face telegraph the reaction for all to see.
The fourth great epoch of nonverbal communication took place during the evolution of the mammalian brain. In earlier brains, body movements appeared as reflexes. Neither learning nor memory was required, e.g., to crouch from a looming object, startle to a sound, or withdraw from a painful bite.
Grr,..
http://www.freenas.org/downloads/docs/devel-docs/
Rephrase "Howto add packages to FreeNAS" --> "Howto add FreeNas to freeBSD"
Look at the earth from outer space. Everyone must find a place. Give me time and give me space. Give me real don't give me fake. Give me strength, reserve control. Give me heart and give me soul. Give me time, give us a kiss. Tell me your own politik. And open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes. Give me one 'cause one is best. In confusion, confidence. Give me peace of mind and trust. Don't forget the rest us. Give me strength, reserve control. Give me heart and give me soul. Wounds that heal and cracks that fix. Tell me your own politik. And open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes, open up your eyes. Just open up your eyes. But give me love over, love over, love over this
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Where do we go nobody knows. I’ve gotta’ say I’m on my way down. God give me style and give me grace. God put a smile upon my face. Where do we go to draw the line. I’ve gotta’ say I’ve wasted all your time, honey honey. Where do I go to fall from grace. God put a smile upon your face, yeah. Now when you work it out I’m worse than you.Yeah when you work it out I want it too. Now when you work out where to draw the line. Your guess is as good as mine. Where do we go nobody knows. Don’t ever say you’re on your way down, when God gave you style and gave you grace. And put a smile upon your face, oh yeah Now when you work it out I’m worse than you. Yeah when you work it out I want it too. Now when you work out where to draw the line. Your guess is as good as mine. It’s as good as mine. It’s as good as mine. It’s as good as mine. Na nana nana, Na nana nana. As good as mine. As good as mine. As good as mine. As good as mine. Where do we go nobody knows. Don’t ever say you’re on your way down, when God gave you style and gave you grace and put a smile upon your face.
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