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Recursive Karma

Let's review. I moved back to Chicago from Evanston. Between finding my new apartment and moving to it, I got a job in Evanston, across the alley from the old Inner Drive World HQ.

Then yesterday, because my new company is overflowing, my team moved back to IDTWHQ.

Today we looked at new space. The new space would combine space currently occupied by a friend's company (she was surprised to see me troop through) and my attorney's old office. In fact, my office would be my attorney's office.

When I found my new apartment, I figured by now, I'd come to Evanston maybe once a month to see friends or maybe go to my favorite Evanston pub.

I feel like Al Pacino.

Countrywide may want to improve its process

Via Calculated Risk, in Sunday's Chicago Tribune:

The new buyers of a rundown graystone on the South Side showed up Jan. 9 to look at the house they won at a foreclosure auction. They took the plywood off the front door and went inside to make sure the utilities had been shut off. Then they called the police.

Sitting upright in the corner of a bedroom off the kitchen was a human skeleton in a red tracksuit. Next to him lay a dead dog. Neighbors told police the corpse was almost certainly Randy Johnson, a middle-age man who lived alone in the North Kenwood house.

...

Left holding the bag is Countrywide Home Loans, the nation's largest mortgage lender and a company whose practices are being scrutinized by the Illinois attorney general's office. Countrywide made mortgages of $450,000 on the property. Now it is likely to lose it all because it financed the sale of a home whose rightful owner was in no condition to sell.

Lovely.

Never. Moving. Again.

Forgetting for a moment the enormous expense of moving, I now have approximately 75% of my possessions in boxes in my living room. My new place is not only slightly smaller than my old place, but I've absorbed the entire Inner Drive Technology World Headquarters and International Data Center. (The IDTIDC takes up about one square meter of floor space, but five servers make a certain amount of noise.)

Photos later. For now, I'm back at work, trying not to think about the disaster area that is my new apartment...

Servers moved

Eight and a half hours later, I have single-handedly done the following:

  • Moved four 23 kg rack-mount servers (sans rack);
  • Moved four 23 kg uninterruptible power sources;
  • Moved uncounted connectors, network cables, power cords, etc.;
  • Updated all the DNS entries for the 33 domain names that point to said servers;
  • Talked to three lovely people at my ISP's tech-support line to figure out why I couldn't connect to my new IP range (it was a PEBCAK issue on my end);
  • Confirmed that my mail server can receive mail from everywhere; and
  • Dropped my overall stress level by about 30%.

So now all I have to do is move a not-insignificant quantity of my mother's stuff, empty my current office, and empty my current apartment, then move the lot into my new place. Fortunately I have all day Monday to do that.

(Did I mention the three flights of stairs on the receiving end?)

Single-malt Wiki

Via my dad, via the San Francisco Chronicle's excellent Mark Moford: Whiskipedia.

And 28 other things to be happy about:

Women and minorities appear to be galvanized by Hillary Clinton's presidential run. Youth and college-educated voters appear to be galvanized by Barack Obama's. No one at all is truly, deeply galvanized by Mitt Romney or John McCain or crazy little Mike Huckabee, and everyone is generally repulsed by the fetid little tyrant that is Rudy Giuliani. All of this, remarkably, seems just about exactly as it should be.