· Naughties
· · 2007
· · · June
· · · · 06 (2 entries)

Blade Marketing · We an­nounced a bunch of blade stuff this morn­ing and I hon­est­ly couldn’t think of any­thing use­ful to write about it, since it’s a decade or two since I was a sysad­min and dis­cus­sion of I/O den­si­ty and the like tends to go over my head. Ap­par­ent­ly you can have Xeon and Opteron and SPARC and Win­dows and So­laris and Lin­ux all in the same chas­sis, which sounds kind of ter­ri­fy­ing to me. I did get to hear Andy Bech­tol­sheim give the spiel on the I/O de­sign on­ce, I un­der­stood maybe 20% but it sound­ed awe­some. Any­how, there is an in­ter­est­ing an­gle: it turns out we gave Scoble over at PodTech a pre-release ex­clu­sive for his video cov­er­age. Which is not ex­act­ly high-gloss mar­ket­ing, most­ly just John Fowler in a monochrome meet­ing room with some journos, pulling dull sil­ver blades and I/O mod­ules out of dull sil­ver chas­sis box­es and talk­ing about the tech, tak­ing a few ques­tion­s. I think it’s im­mense­ly more ef­fec­tive than most product-launch bumph. As for the prod­uct­s, I don’t re­al­ly have an in­formed opin­ion; but if you un­der­stand blades, you prob­a­bly will if you watch the video.
June 5, 1967 · I missed the an­niver­sary. Forty years ago yes­ter­day, I was in “First Secondary” i.e. 7th Grade, at In­ter­na­tion­al Col­lege, in Beirut, Le­banon. My Dad was a Pro­fes­sor of Agri­cul­ture at the Amer­i­can Univer­si­ty of Beirut; that spring, the fam­i­ly was liv­ing at the Univer­si­ty Ex­per­i­men­tal Farm while I stayed with friends in Beirut. In June it was get­ting war­m, so Phys Ed class was held at the AUB Beach; it was to­wards the end of the school year and they pret­ty well just turned us loose to have fun. Ex­cept for Mon­day June 5th, sud­den­ly the gym teach­er was hol­ler­ing for us to get out of the wa­ter, get show­ered and dressed double-quick, and back to class. On­ly there were no class­es, just sit down and shut up. No­body told us any­thing, but pret­ty soon we all found out the war had start­ed. One by one our par­ents showed up to get us. Later that morn­ing there was Dad’s face pok­ing in the class­room door, he’d had to drive an hour and a half in from the far­m. A few days lat­er we were evac­u­at­ed, just to be safe, for a few very pleas­ant weeks in Greece. I’ll nev­er for­get it. The whole re­gion still has a nasty hang­over from that war, which set­tled, re­al­ly, noth­ing.
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