Survivalist Frame of Mind

Recommended reading: The Art of Survival: Essential Skills for the Post-Apocalyptic World. Not the book, but the article linked here, and especially the comments.

The Independent is notably liberal, progressive, socialist, or whatever you call it. You’ll learn a couple of things about the readers. First, they are as bad about stereotyping as anyone else. That’s neither a liberal nor conservative thing, but a human nature thing. Second, while it’s possible onPoint Tactical is hardly suffering from the “rugged individual survivalist” mindset, so typical of many American films, the article fails to provide enough background to tell you either way. I’m not sure the article wasn’t produced simply to mock the whole emergency preparedness concept, except that which your official government advises. The article isn’t anti-government, per se, but certainly assumes it can’t be trusted.

That is as it should be. There is no human government in history (history = on record) which long cared for the governed as real people worthy of consideration. Just the last few days here with the wildfires gutting several housing additions, and observing how the government emergency response acted, shows it’s all about control, not about human needs. This I note with the experienced professional eye of a former law enforcement supervisor. Ignoring, or simply pooh-poohing, the mindset of victims is the trademark of government bureaucrats. If your needs inconvenience them, you are out of luck. This, while better planning and behavior is easily available at no extra cost to the taxpayers. Yes, I’m insisting I could do better, not because I have no idea, but have a very clear idea what’s involved, and have done the grand emergency work several times. Public safety has been so narrowly defined it has no real meaning beyond your immediate survival, if that. Let me be the first to tell you: While you may not be able to bypass government controls, don’t ever make the mistake of thinking those controls are in your best interests.

At the same time, the records of history, both recent and long ago, show genuine TEOTWAWKI events bear little resemblance to most movies, which seem to have shaped the thinking of most Americans, and large amount of the rest of the world. Right here in East Oklahoma County, people were struggling to help each other. Those whose homes survived the fires opened them to those who lost it all. Sure, their kindness could easily be exploited, but I suspect they would rather have that than look in the mirror at someone who told a stranger in apparent need to go away.

Perhaps this is a weakness which encourages predators, but there really aren’t that many predators. People don’t become predatory overnight. There are more of them in urban areas because that’s where their behavior pays off best. Still, the anecdotes are notable as exceptions. While I might warn everyone to expect some selfish and fearful behavior among some of their neighbors, particularly among folks who find urban living comfortable, I also counsel you to be prepared for the pulling together you always see during real disasters. Yes, there were looters in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, but there were far more stories of people treating each other humanely. The only real fools were those who trusted government and went to the shelters. Government officials distinguished themselves by unfailingly making a bad thing worse. Trusting each other on that small scale of neighbors and random encounters worked out far better, always has, and always will.

The best survival strategy is training yourself in emergency civil engineering. Train yourself for work more than for fighting. The lone survivalist won’t get very far, unless he can isolate himself completely. Let them have their isolation as much as possible. The rest of us need each other, and we know it instinctively. Those equipped, mentally and physically, to rebuild will become the real survivors, and leaders, of the day after disaster.

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Update: Multiple SMTP Accounts from the Console

This is a follow up for a previous post.

Before I committed myself to any particular MTA for the job, I continued the search for information. I stumbled across this HOWTO on Alpine Configuration (no longer available) which addressed my needs. It means things have changed a great deal from the old Pine application, more than I had realized. It means Alpine is designed to provide the full range of mail client functions, even if some of them are a little hard to find.

(Update: The HOWTO mentioned above has disappeared from the Net. I can only offer a quick-n-dirty version for those willing to edit their configuration file by hand: go here.)

Those instructions worked for my AT&T account, the biggest boondoggle of them all.

The only kicker was the need for repeatedly typing in the passwords for each account, once each session. I’m not interested in the security issues, since I allow no one to touch this laptop but me. Further, if other email clients can save and obscure passwords, how are they less vulnerable than Alpine? The answer was to recompile the version available for CentOS 5 from RPMForge. So I hunted down a mirror with the SRPM, and changed the SPEC file by adding one line:

--with-passfile=.alpine-passfile

just below the line which starts with ‘%configure \‘. Oh, and the rpmbuild -bb command failed to reveal I needed the tcl-devel package, and threw out an error because it couldn’t find tcl.h. Finally, to make sure this rebuilt version installed over the previous one as an upgrade, I changed the build number by making the line ‘Release: 1.rf‘ read ‘Release: 1.2.rf‘.

I ran ‘touch .alpine-passfile‘. Upon installing and running Alpine again, when I selected one of my roles for checking email, upon entering my password, it offered to save it for future use. That’s what I was looking for previously. Taking a quick look, it was indeed a hashed file.

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Grass Fires: Paying Attention?

Today was a perfect day for grass fires in Oklahoma. We’ve had a long run of dry weather, and since this morning we’ve had severe high winds, easily gusting to 60 MPH. Just one minor spark and it’s all over the place. Indeed, just a short distance from my home is a fairly large one. The trailer park management has advised people to consider evacuating, but that’s for the panicky folks who always do that. Those of us with some experience working these things aren’t concerned just yet. The wind direction isn’t bringing it here; we are at greater risk from a new one starting upwind of us. The basic rule is: If you smell smoke, move out.

We have metaphorical grass fires across the US today. Our federal government is steadily rushing down the path of oppression and tyranny. In every direction, the changes aim to increase the discretion of bureaucrats over your daily life, in ways no one has business poking around to see, much less direct. Worse, our government is pushing hard into the business of folks in other countries, all without the least genuine interest in human need, nor our national interests, either.

I’m not one to panic and run when threats aren’t genuine. However, I’ve long been among those warning this could really get bad. It’s gotten so bad I’m tired of telling, and tired of even reading about it. At this point, if you don’t have a stock of food, some guns and ammo, and some form of silver or barter goods, it’s too late. The fire of tyranny will sweep away your life and you’ll be lucky if you survive as a slave. Naturally that fire will not burn the same in every part of the US, so you should know for yourself what’s in the wind. Do you smell smoke?

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Multiple SMTP Accounts from the Console

Update: I got this working, but I’m leaving the original post. For the solution, go here.

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Scenario: I really love working from the console. As I continue preparing my Inspiron 4100 for long-term use, I now have CentOS 5.3 installed, and this will not change. Whatever I do with this thing will have to run in the distro. I have the console pretty well setup, but there is one thing I just can’t do easily from there. I can’t operate my various multiple email accounts using a single console mail application.

Don’t suggest IMAP, because I’ve tried it and it won’t work for my purposes. Don’t suggest Mutt, because the configuration is a hobby all by itself, about as user-friendly as a torture chamber. I really prefer Alpine, but that’s simply not going to work at all. I can get mail pulled in easily enough with Fetchmail, but Alpine won’t keep it all separate without a lot of futzing about with creating extra mail folders and lots of extra keystrokes to get there. So while it could be done, it’s a pain.

I did try Cone, because it will pop mail from multiple accounts on differing servers. However, the developers have disdained the notion of allowing matching multiple SMTP servers in the config. When asked, they are dismissive, unable to imagine what use it would be. I suppose what they mean is it should be handled by the MTA.

Fine, I am aware the popular ones can do it, with varying degrees of difficulty in configuration. Sendmail represents the most obscure and difficult to configure. Postfix I’ve used a great deal, but not with multiple relayhosts all needing SSL. I’ve never used Courier, Exim, or any of the others. The trick is, can I convince the various services which employ blocklisting to let me use a mail server from my dynamic IP space?

AT&T is a bear, according to most who managed to get it working. What info I have seems not quite current, so I may be fighting quite awhile on that one. Gmail and GMX, as I understand, will work fine with the likes of Postfix, but my own main account with Universal Networks (Tim Butler) may be about as hard as AT&T. He uses a blocklist, and it has blocked my attempts in the past. I’ve read several HOWTOs and guides, but none exactly fits what I would be doing in this case.

Should I have time to fool with it and find an actual solution, I’ll be posting that here.

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Virtuous Vice

The definition of “human” includes the expectation we all have our vices. What separates some vices from virtue is often little more than context. It’s possible to do any good thing to excess and bring about a harmful effect. Should that thing become an obsession, it fits the definition of a vice.

There was a time I ran as much as 50 miles in a week. For me, it was a vice. Consider the fact I never had much hope of competing in our puny local races, much less on a bigger scale. I’m 5’10” and never during my adult life fell below 177 pounds, and that was only when I was deathly ill. Most of my life I’ve been near or over 200 pounds, even when very trim. At best, I’m like a brick wall with hair and running shoes. I was never built for this, though I did have a modicum of talent. However, I was never the least bit competitive beyond the middle of the pack. It was a selfish obsession by which I sometimes neglected other things far more important, even within the context of my own conscience.

Underlying that obsession was something good, though. It took me a long time and lots of pain to uncover it. First, while training for a marathon, my poor abused knees gave up on me. They began swelling from the years of damage due to Patella-Femoral Syndrome. It was only made worse by my love of hill racing, because hill running is probably the worst thing I could do to my knees. I would struggle up the hills, and sprint madly down them. I trained with ankle weights on long flights of stairs for an hour at a time. When my knees began hurting 24/7, it brought on a very powerful depression.

The reason for the depression was the loss of one major item of internal peace in my world. That I had a couple of other very important things keeping me going was what kept me from suicide. Very few of us are so monolithic we can’t survive pretty severe losses of what matters to us. I had some very active Christian work going on at the same time, plus a couple of major intellectual pursuits. Still, loss of running was a telling blow.

When, after 15 years of healing, God finally gave back the endurance sports (race walking and biking were also in the package), I was very cautious not to overdo it. Along the way, I rediscovered what drove me to obsessive running in the first place. While some refer to that “runner’s high,” that’s not exactly what made it so important to me. It was the chance to engage my body so powerfully, my brain was able to explore spaces otherwise too hard to reach. Call it what you will, but the secret to what makes me want to run is simply the peace and sheer fun. I could easily make it a painful effort, pushing for faster times and all that goes with it. But that’s not fun. There would be some fun in it, but it’s not the same. Recently, when I was finally able to keep moving four miles at a time, I found myself pushing for faster times again. This time I was quicker to realize I wasn’t having fun any more, so I stopped that.

While I do, indeed, train to make my running better and easier, I’m not interested in faster. I suppose it’s possible I’ll someday move to a community where road racing is a major local event, but barring that, organized races are not in my future. I’m not interested in all that. I don’t read racing news, don’t keep track of what the major events are, etc. It’s about keeping the fun quotient highest. So I’ll take every other day to add in some upper body workout with a shorter run, maybe substitute a long fast hike now and then, and very much stay on top of cycling every week. Running will remain the primary exercise event, and all that other stuff is aimed at making my running better. Still, the point of running is the sheer joy of being alive and able to run. Not the competitions, the times, bragging rights or anything else. It’s the thing itself.

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XP: Just Checking

When I gave my wife the big server machine, we set her old one aside as a guest machine. It also collects the stuff I do which simply requires something Win-DOS. It’s at least twice the machine as this laptop, an Everex with a 2.2Ghz Athlon, 1GB RAM, and a good solid Radeon 9200 card I added later (64MB VRAM), because the built-in graphics chipset stinks (S3 Unichrome). But it runs XP, so that means, even with the fastest AV I could find (I purchased Sunbelt VIPRE), it still runs slow. Further, it still has the Windows GUI.

Ick. It only runs what Windows will run. That’s not much, considering most all the stuff I really like runs only on Linux/BSD. Or, in some cases, the Linux version works differently than the Windows version. Sure, it’s handy sitting there, already up and running full time, but it’s not Linux.

I admit there were moments when I just got sick of Linux and BSD when nothing would run properly on the limited hardware I had at the time. There were some rough patches in the past when nothing in the *nix world was going right, it seemed. We are in a rough patch right now with X.org, GNOME and KDE all sucking huge power profiles and offering darn little in return. That is, unless you just gotta have your eye-candy. I can do with that. That’s part of the reason I really love older, stable Linux distros like CentOS.

I’m not sure what I’ll do should this laptop stop working, or when the support cycle for CentOS 5 runs out. Perhaps that’s the day I’ll start running almost entirely on the framebuffer console. Either way, I can’t go back to XP, and what has followed it from Redmond is even worse.

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Meanwhile, Out There on Mars

Merzan stroked his ocular extensions with seven-fingered hands. Okay, not really seven fingers, since two were thumbs on opposite sides of his palms. It gave a different meaning to “opposable thumbs” but no humans would ever get the joke. Merzan and his kind had no use for humans, except as a source of some useful metal objects.

Here on the fourth planet from their star, they had in recent revolutions around that star seen quite a few metal contraptions landed, sent from the third planet where the humans lived. That all the stuff landed out in unoccupied spaces was the longest running joke about intelligent life on the third planet. So here on the news transmitter was the brainwaves depicting the latest, a pile of junk because it crashed.

When the humans first began hurling objects outside their atmosphere, Merzan’s people worried it could mean trouble. These hopeless primitives seemed obsessed with themselves, sending huge waves of electronic noise which, when decoded, was all about their petty little concerns. It was clear they didn’t amount to much, and their technology, such as it was, meant manipulating metals and other materials manually. Poor humans, completely lacking the ability to get other life forms on the planet to do their work. Oh sure, they had similar creatures dragging stuff around for them, but they had just barely started working with microbes, something Merzan’s folk had been doing since before humans climbed down out of the trees.

The electronic noise was hardly anything at all compared to the vast mass of psychotic brainwave garbage they had been projecting. Without the filters over their cities, it would have driven Merzan’s people insane long ago. Such naked and primitive emotions were like being caught in a stinging sand storm out where the idiots had been dropping their toys. Nobody in their right minds spent much time out there. And nobody in their right minds projected unguarded emotional brainwaves all over the star system, either.

Merzan’s people always wore heavy protective gear in the wilderness areas only because it meant walking out from under the filters. Near as Merzan could tell, the humans still thought the filters were the surface of the planet. Fine, let them think that and stay away. Gods help them if any of that junk started crashing through the filter fabric. While faster than the way humans did things, it still took some resources, and way too much time, for microbes to produce that fabric. Strong as it might be, it would be easily punctured by the hard metallic human probes. Merzan’s people didn’t have much metal ores, and precious few microbes could be trained to work with metals.

So when the first bits of human stuff showed up, they all drooled with glee from both eating orifices. Here was their chance at collecting some metal in bulk, if they were just patient about it. As soon as the stuff stopped transmitting back to the human planet, they knew it was considered “lost” and sent teams to drag it up under the screens. It didn’t at first occur to them there would be fresh probes sent to the same desolate place looking for the first load. But then the broadcast conversations between the humans, leaking out into space, made it clear their puzzlement meant even more probes.

So this latest crash landing, quite a ways from the rich collection from the two or three previous landing sites, meant they could check it out right away. They waited a couple of rotations to see if it would transmit, but it remained silent.

So it was Merzan stood stroking his ocular appendages in anticipation of donning the sand-colored suits with the moving screens. It would take quite a few rotations since they traveled much slower than humans did on their own planet. For just a moment, Merzan felt a bit of pity these alien creatures lived such short lives. But only for a moment.

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Web Ads Out of Control

I never thought I would see it. I was reading Slashdot, scrolling down, and a huge single window popped up in my Seamonkey browser. Not just that, but the whole site in the background went dark. There was nothing in the window, and it just sat there pegging my CPU. I had a devil of a time getting it to go away, clicking the close button, right-clicking and using context menu commands, etc. When it finally died and I regained control of my own computer, I resolved Slashdot will never be read in a graphical browser again.

This is the new age of advertising: “You will look at our ads, dammit!” Long ago I began to despise anyone involved in marketing. So very many of them are simply liars — people who tell lies habitually — I refuse to buy anything based on sales pitch. If I see an ad, I automatically assume the product is utterly worthless. Now, I realize in the background, we have suffered a very long time with saturation of consumer products, so competing to get your product out there is intense. However, nothing justifies what we have today. Since pitchmen refuse to listen, I’m almost ready to resort to physical violence. The only thing protecting them from my wrath is I usually get their lies indirectly. Door-to-door salesmen are so rare these days, and it’s wise not to approach my door.

I’ve long ago grown disgusted with scripting on websites. Frequently, I simply turn off all scripting because webpage developers seem utterly brain-dead about the effects of their work. I wrote sometime ago on a long gone blog how scripting is probably more harmful than good, and saved it as a permanent article on my static website. I have a very low opinion of people who use scripting for tasks easily accomplished some other way. All the more so when it comes to ads. I’ve always said I can tolerate images, as long as the content isn’t hidden. When it takes a second page to read a second paragraph because they just have to have all those ads to pay for the site, I refuse to play along. I’m using Elinks and Lynx a lot these days.

I’m just a single, individual idiot doing my best with a very bad situation. I don’t shrink from charging most merchants with serious lapses in morality, simply because I’ve worked in sales and I know what sort of crooks dominate the “craft.” While I don’t suffer from some religious zeal about demanding information be free, I remain convinced we haven’t tried better means of funding sharing of information because we lack the moral and cultural foundation. Sure, if the whole Net died today, I’d find something else to do, but my computer would still be an essential tool in what I do, with our without the Internet. I share my information, worthwhile or not, because I actually enjoy seeing other people benefit from my experience. I like people. Keep your money and let’s be friends. But don’t demand my money, nor should you demand I let you use my eyeballs to make money from others. That’s not friendship; that’s abuse.

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Stumbling Upon CPAN

I don’t know Perl. I don’t want to know Perl, because I don’t need to know Perl to do what matters in my life. Still, I can’t get done things I need to do without the existence of Perl. For example, I rather like that utility called clive. This poor little laptop just gets run into the ground when I run any Flash, so I simply don’t install it. Instead, I extract the video if it’s all that important and watch it some other way.

The problem is, CentOS is lacking some of the Perl modules to make Clive work properly. Reading the instructions with the Clive source package, I discovered there is a command called cpan which can solve this little problem.

When run the first time, cpan will do some setup and config, then will start adding some basic Perl modules needed to compile others. Once that’s done, it will attempt to install any requested modules using the following pattern:

cpan install Some::Module

I managed to get all the dependencies of Clive worked out and it does just fine. I may never have any reason to run the cpan command again, but it’s nice to know it’s there.

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CentOS 5.3: This Works

All I can say is “WOW!” No, not the fan-boy stuff; it has to work the way I work. I can be quite merciless about discarding the most expensive, the best supported and wildest hyped, and I really could care less who you are and what matters to you — if it won’t work for me, it’s not worth my time. I haven’t tested every detail, but I’m getting there. However, the things I always look at first are the things which impress me most about CentOS.

Display: As with any really good Linux implementation, the installer figured out what to do. It configured the Radeon driver for my M6 chipset, and the driver configured the display from there. Good enough. The only flaw was the expected reluctance of a US based industrial Linux distributor to enable the bytecode hinting in Freetype2. Once I fixed that, the fonts were great. Indeed, the one complaint I have about Debian-based distros is the one thing they’ve always done differently from everyone else, and that’s fonts. I’ve never liked Debian-style font rendering. Even when I did the dpkg reconfigure chase, it would never work as I liked. CentOS, with the Freetype fix, is the way it ought to be.

Power Management: This works. I didn’t have to do anything. The scripts have figured out exactly what to do, and I can use both suspend (ACPI S3) and hibernate (ACPI S4) without any twiddling or configuration. No other distro has worked that well on this laptop.

Cream: This was broken on both Etch and Lenny. It didn’t matter if I installed from repository or from source. I could never get the spell check to work on-the-fly. I just installed it on CentOS and it worked immediately as it was advertised.

I’ve decided I really don’t need FlashPlayer and will probably not bother with most other multimedia stuff unless there’s some demand for me to have access to it. So, here’s to the folks at RedHat for doing the background work, and the CentOS folks who faithfully repackaged it. This is something every other distro should want to be.

Update: Wifi is a little tricky. While the drivers are present in the updated kernel, the default installation does not turn on the Network Manager. Without that, the whole thing would be manual. Once I got that started:

/sbin/service NetworkManager start

it all worked just fine. The icon appeared in the notice area of the top panel. It was a simple GUI operation with a little typing for the WPA2 key. Then it was a matter of:

/sbin/chkconfig –level 345 NetworkManager on

to make sure it wasn’t an issue again.

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