Saw this on Reddit today:

I’m going to start sounding like a broken record on this, but read the gospels. Try this: make a list of things that Jesus commands his disciples to do. Before long you’ll get to something that sounds unreasonable. Go out and try to do that. Love somebody who’s an asshole to you. Give away a little more money than you’re comfortable giving. Take a couple of sandwiches to the park and sit down and share them with a homeless person.

If you begin living the lifestyle commands of Jesus and open your heart to him, you will slowly come into harmony with him, and he will be with you. He will be in you. This works.

~ EarBucket

In the beginning the church was a fellowship of men and women centering on the living Christ. Then the church moved to Greece where it became a philosophy. Then it moved to Rome where it became an institution. Next, it moved to Europe, where it became a culture. And, finally, it moved to America where it became an enterprise.

~ Richard Halverson

A few months ago, r/documentaries led me to Money As Debt, a documentary the models the world financial system on an atom of money creation through debt. Part 2 was posted yesterday.

The original video focused concluded with a proposal of money creation based on government spending balanced by government taxes to prevent inflation of currency. This second video seems to support Bitcoin (in everything but name).

The premise is presented convincingly and clearly, and seems to be a worthwhile perspective for the aid of understanding modern economics (even if shallowly). That said, I’m not an economist, and am easily drawn in by convincing arguments that wrap everything up for me neatly.

Is this as veracious as I perceive it to be? Assuming it is, how can we adjust our behavior, as individuals, to improve the situation?

I just read Jeremy Parish’s interview with Ken Levine of Irrational Games where they discuss the AI of the non–player characters in Bioshock Infinite. The original Bioshock was the first game that made me want a 360, but I eventually played it on Steam. I bet my poor iMac couldn’t handle this, though… maybe I’ll have to purchase a 360 after all.

The AIs are constantly watching each other, too. There’s a part where a guy runs into another guy and knocks him over and starts beating on him. The way that works is, that’s not a script, it’s an A.I. going, “Hey, I’m available for something cool.” And another A.I. goes, “You know what I can do? I can come over and beat the shit out of you.” And the other A.I. says, “OK, cool, let’s do that.” But they can only do that in the right situation. Are they being shot at? OK, then no, they can’t do that. Is something else going on? No, they can’t do that. We have this whole library of content – that library, for instance, or Elizabeth saying this or doing that – but the system is constantly monitoring the playing and saying, “Is this the right time? Is this the right time?” And that’s the most challenging thing we’re doing with this game.

~ Ken Levine

Someone mentioned Braid in my presence again, which threw me into yet another period of not being able to get that beautiful soundtrack out of my head. I knew that the soundtrack was licensed from a number of Magnatune artists, and that they had a soundtrack album for the game available; but they’ve added “you are listening to Magnatune” advertisement blurbs into the tracks for non-paying streamers.

Message received, Magnatune. I’ll subscribe. After all: your tagline is, “We are not evil.” How bad could that be?

Anyway: my newfound high-quality download privileges have provoked some exploration of the Magnatune catalog, where I discovered Robin Stine. She only has one album, Daydream, published, but it’s pretty good. If you like female vocalist jazz. Which I apparently do.

Therefore let us not judge one another anymore, but rather determine this—not to put an obstacle or a stumbling block in a brother’s way. I know and am convinced in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself; but to him who thinks anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean. For if because of food your brother is hurt, you are no longer walking according to love. Do not destroy with your food him for whom Christ died. Therefore do not let what is for you a good thing be spoken of as evil; for the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. For he who in this way serves Christ is acceptable to God and approved by men. So then we pursue the things which make for peace and the building up of one another. Do not tear down the work of God for the sake of food. All things indeed are clean, but they are evil for the man who eats and gives offense. It is good not to eat meat or to drink wine, or to do anything by which your brother stumbles. The faith which you have, have as your own conviction before God. Happy is he who does not condemn himself in what he approves. But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because his eating is not from faith; and whatever is not from faith is sin.

~ Romans 14

Earlier I posted about how I forgot to get an exit visa for our imminent trip to the US. I made short order of filling out the paperwork; and, by all accounts, everything went very smoothly. Signatures were given; documents were presented; and the government affairs department processed my application more quickly than I had seen before. (I was told that I would have our visas in two days, and we did!)

I can still remember vividly the state I was in the night before work that week. I had been characteristically positive about the whole thing: “It’ll be alright.” “It’s never taken more than five days.” “Good thing we remembered now.” I had to be. If I wasn’t, I’d drag Andi down, too.

But that night, as I laid in bed, a feeling of helplessness came over me. I knew that it had been my mistake… my carelessness that had put us in this situation. What if we didn’t get our visas in time? What if Eid came before the process was complete and the week of celebration became an unstoppable countdown to financial and personal loss?

The worst part was that I was stuck in sleepless worry with nothing I could really do, physically, to improve the situation. The government affairs office wouldn’t be open until the morning. Still I laid awake.

(Some scheduling information: we were leaving the week after Eid; so if we didn’t have our visas by Eid, we would be on campus, as planned, but stuck in the knowledge that we could do nothing to get our visas before we were supposed to leave.)

So I prayed. I talked with my father about the worry I felt. About the shame of being careless. About the possibility of letting Andi down. Of letting our families down. Of being irresponsible with the money that he has given us. (Flights to the US aren’t cheap from here, after all.)

I’ve been a student of scripture for a long time: I know that our father cares for us, and that he guides us in his path for our lives. I knew that my faith, however mundane the circumstances, was faltering. I was putting my trust in myself, not in him; and I was letting myself down.

Like I said: everything went pretty well, starting the next morning; I felt a little better when the government affairs representative assured me that we would have our visas before Eid; I felt a little better when his prediction left us with two days of leeway; but I didn’t really calm down until I had the paper in my hand.

Of course, now I’m on the other end of the experience, and I can talk about faith in God with the calm demeanor of someone who isn’t being confronted by it; but maybe I can learn something now, through prayer and study, that will give me peace when I’m in a position to fail myself again.

sudo version 1.7.2 (possibly earlier) adds the ability to fragment the sudoers file into smaller chunks via an #includedir directive. This is a boon for our use of puppet, as it affords us the ability to configure sudo in multiple modules at the same time, rather than centralizing all of our privilege escalation information in one module.

class s_gpfs
{
    [...]

    file
    { '/etc/sudoers.d/nrpe-mmfs':
      content => "nrpe ALL = NOPASSWD: /usr/lpp/mmfs/bin/mmgetstate\n",
      owner   => 'root',
      group   => 'root',
      mode    => '0440',
    }

    [...]
}

Here, we allow the nrpe user (part of our automated monitoring infrastructure) to run the gpfs command mmgetstate as root.

Unfortunately, we also have to support systems who’s sudo implementation predates this new feature. (cough SLES 10 cough) In order to provide this functionality forward–compatibly, I wrote a Python script that inlines the contents of files as indicated by an #includedir directive that would otherwise be ignored as a comment in older versions of sudo.

#!/usr/bin/env python


import sys
import re
import glob
import os
import fileinput


include_directive = re.compile(r'^[ \t]*#includedir[ \t]+(.*)$')


def main ():
    for line in fileinput.input():
         match = include_directive.match(line)
        if match:
            directory = match.group(1)
            sys.stdout.write(inlined_content(directory))
        else:
            sys.stdout.write(line)


def inlined_content (directory):
    files = get_files(directory)
    return ''.join(read_all(files))


def get_files (directory):
    return [f for f in glob.glob(os.path.join(directory, '*'))
            if os.path.isfile(f)]


def read_all (files):
    for file_ in files:
        try:
            yield open(file_).read()
        except IOError:
            yield ''


if __name__ == '__main__':
    main()

On 1 September we’ll be making our next trip back to the states to see friends and family. We’ve been looking forward to it for quite a while. Breaking with tradition, I’ve had everything planned out pretty well ahead of time: airline tickets, en–route meetups, busses…

That is the mindset I was in this weekend, as I took a leisurely walk through the campus with a couple friends. No worries. Carefree.

Until I realized that I had forgotten to file for the renewal of Andi and my exit (and re–entry) visas.

“No problem,” I thought: “We have two weeks, and it’s never taken more than one to get them.”

Then I remembered that the second of these two weeks was Eid: non–essential government services would be shut down during the break, including visa paperwork.

I couldn’t sleep on Friday night: what if we didn’t manage to get our visas on time?

On Saturday morning (the beginning of my workweek) I was in the office by six–thirty, filling out the visa request forms. They require my manager’s signature; and though he wasn’t in the office this week, he had signed copies turned around to me via email in under an hour. The government affairs department assured me that I’d have our visas before Eid–likely Monday–which did some to allay my fears; but I wouldn’t be able to stop worrying about the potential impact of my carelessness until I had those strange pieces of paper stapled in the back of our passports.

Today, I feel so much better.

I decided to check out Fort Carmala. There are zombies nailed outside the door, so the thought of what may be inside is chillind indeed--but I'm feeling adventurous. I found a dead treasure hunter inside the door, which cannot have been a good sign. Alas, upon entering I was set up on by zombies and vampires. There were so many I could not hope to fight them off and fled.

I returned to Skingrad where I was warned about that strange fellow who wanted me to meet him behind the chapel. I also talked to many in the mage's guild about that recommendation to the University. It seems I need to look in a cave to the northwest to find the man I need.

I turned the creepy man named Glarthir down and left for Bleak Flats cave. I found the cave infested with zombies. No wonder this man has not been in town for awhile! I hate those stupid things. They are so quick and hard to take down. He's most likely been trapped in this cave for awhile now. I can't even keep track of how many I have killed.

I found Erthor hiding in a corner of the cave. I wanted to steal his things and leave, stupid man hiding in a zombie cave and not even being able to take care of himself! I doubt he could have stopped me, but I seem to have gained an aversion to such things since I've started this quest. If I get arrested, the entire world could fall down around my ears and then where would I be? I best leave thieving for after the Deadre are taken care of. For now I shall be honest in only looting abandoned things and dead men. I returned to Skingrad with Erthor and gained my recommendation. Too bad there are so many left to get.

I continued on to Imperial City. I found Baurus, who told me that someone was following him. He led me to a private store room where he was attacked by his follower! I quickly killed the man which left Baurus free to talk. He directed me to the Arcane University to talk to Far- Meena about the Mystic Dawn cult. She told me to find more of the books about the cult (I had taken the first edition off the man I had killed). I went to the bookstore in town. The shop keeper told me they had the book, but that it had been promised to another. When that man showed up to claim the book, I followed him quietly out of the store. Unfortunately, he became aware of me; however, that did not damage my intimidation skills at all.

Gwinas gave up the book as soon as I told him the cult was behind the murder of the Emperor. I went back to to Baurus who led me to the secret meeting Gwinas had set up with the cult. After a long trek through sewers and killing a whole host of vermin and several goblins, we came to the place. I promised Baurus I would see him out alive, but he did not seem so certain.

I hid around a corner to watch the cult members show up, but they came from an unexpected place! Seeing that I would be quickly discovered, I took a shot at the leader and a skirmish began. Baurus and I managed to kill the cult members with both of our necks intact, but the battle was fierce. I can see why Baurus had been worried for his life as he took the worst of it. I found the 4th book and Baurus ran off without so much as a thank you. It was strange, after the way I had saved him... I made my way out of the sewers and back into the light of the Emperial City.