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from Paul Sutton

RescaTux 0.73

The latest release of the RescaTux rescue distribution / tools was on 2020-04-02.

More information can be found on the RescaTux Website. Please consider using BitTorrent to download. This takes pressure of the http server.

Rescatux

#rescue, #rescatux, #grub2, #windows, #recovery, #tools

 
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from Paul Sutton

tmate

tmate — terminal multiplexer with instant terminal sharing

tmate is a useful Linux application. Lets say you need some help with fixing a problem. You need to be able to share your terminal with a trusted party, so that person, can help you within a shared terminal.

You can load tmate by :

  • opening a terminal
  • typing tmate at the terminal window

You are presented with a screen, similar to that shown below. At the bottom, you get a unique a link, which you can give to the other party.

tmate

At the bottom you get something like this

[tmate] ssh session: ssh ALw*************QjF@l.tmate.io

I have added some *** so I am not putting my own system security at risk, but it is essentially a long lost of characters.

This only shows for a while however. You need to copy / paste this link in to an e-mail / irc or whatever your using to send it to a colleague who is going to help, so DO NOT post to a public forum.

You can see what that person is typing, and if any passwords need entering you can do that yourself and the other person can carry on with helping you.

At times this can be a really useful tool to help solve issues.

You are strongly advised to read the man page for this before use.

#Linux,#tmate,#terminal,#multiplexer,#technical.#support.


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from Paul Sutton

Scratch Project 6

So further to my previous post I have completed another two module1 activity.

Firstly Boatrace

boatrace

Secondly, Chatbot, well sort of, what I have done is to add a introscreen so this displays first. chatbot

I have created a new studio for these completed projects.

To take part please follow @paigntonlibrary on twitter

#scratch, #education, #school, #homeschool, #activities, #covid19, Module1, #codeclub, #virtual


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from Comics Kingdom

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from node

투자는 주식 등을 통해 산업활동에 자금을 투자하고 그 활동이 창출하는 부가가치를 환원받는 것이지만 투기는 주식 등의 가격변동을 이용한 도박입니다.투자와 투기는, 주식등의 도구를 공통으로 하고 있어도, 사이클링과 경륜이 자전거라고 하는 도구 이외에 공통성이 없는 것처럼, 완전히 다른 것입니다.그런데 왜 사람들은 사이클링을 가려고 경륜에 빠지는 걸까.

투자의 의미

일본어의 상식으로서 투자가 자금을 투자함으로써, 어떠한 장래 가치가 있는 것에 자금을 투자하고 오랜 시간에 걸쳐 실현되어 가는 가치로부터 자금을 회수하는 의미인 것은 누구라도 이해하고 있습니다.말할 것도 없이, 주식투자나 투자신탁이라고 할 때에도, 이 투자의 일반적 의미에는 변함이 없습니다.

즉, 투자란, 주식등을 통해서, 일본을 포함한 전세계의 산업의 미래를 향한 성장에 자금을 투자하고, 산업활동이 현실에 창조해 나가는 부가가치로부터 투자자금을 회수하는 것이며, 세계 산업이 성장해, 경제적 부가가치를 창출하는 한, 투자의 총체는 수익을 낳는 것, 이 투자에 대한 기본적 이해는 사회인의 일반상식이 아니면 안됩니다. 마틴게일 전략같은 구체적인 자금관리 지식까지는 아니더라도 말이죠.

실은, 은행 등에 예금하는 것도, 은행등을 경유해 산업계에 자금을 투입하는 것입니다.그러므로 예금에서 투자라는 방식은 양자간에 본질적인 차이가 있는 것처럼 오인시킬 가능성이 있기 때문에 사용하지 않는 편이 좋을 것입니다.

예금은 주식 등과 함께 산업계에 자금을 투입하는 방법의 한 형태로, 은행 등에 의한 융자를 경유하는 기술적인 방법이므로, 우선은 예금과 주식 등과 공통되는 투자의 본질이 강조된 후에, 기술적인 차이가 논의되어야 합니다.그리고 그 차이에 대한 이해는 자산형성의 방법으로 어느 쪽이 더 유리한가 하는 각자의 공리적 판단에 귀착하는 것입니다.

노후 2000만엔 보고서

그 유명한 노후 2000만엔 보고서라는 데는 여러 논점을 넣지만 중요한 것은 젊은 근로 계층의 사람들에 대해서 풍부한 노후 생활을 보내기 위한 원자의 형성 방법을 생각하면 수신은 불리하고, 주식 등 투자 신탁을 잘 쓰는 게 좋다는 제언을 하고 있고 그 때문에 금융 기관 작성한 투자 신탁의 영업 자료 같은 감을 보이고 있습니다.하기야 그것이 이유로 정치 문제가 된 것은 아닙니다만.

보고서는 또 예금의 보유분포가 고령자에게 편재되어 있다는 점도 여명의 길이를 고려할 때 계획적인 해체를 위해서는 예금을 초월한 효율적인 자산관리방법이 필요하다고 시사하고 있으며, 이에 금융기관의 중요한 사회적 역할을 인정하고 있었습니다.

예금의 안전성과 수익성

그럼 예금에 원금 보증이 있는 것은 투자 신탁과의 본질적인 차이가 아닐까요.사실 예금에 원금보증이 필요한 것은 결제수단으로서의 기능이나 현금을 보관해 두기 위한 금고 기능이 있기 때문이지, 오히려 이들 기능에 예금의 본질이 있기 때문에 예금에 있어서 원금보증이 본질적인 요소가 되는데, 저축수단으로서의 예금기능에 있어서는 원금보증이 반드시 필요한 것은 아닙니다.

물론 역사적으로는 예금은 중요한 투자방법으로서의 기능을 해왔으며, 은행 등은 예금을 종자돈으로 산업계에 자금을 투입하여 산업계의 성장에 따라 높은 금리를 예금자에게 환원해 왔습니다.이때 원금보증이 있는 예금은 안전성과 수익성을 동시에 실현할 수 있는 것으로 대단히 매력 있는 자산 형성 수단이었습니다.따라서 예금의 압도적 우위가 확립된 셈입니다.

예금에 우위성이 있을 때에는, 아무도 다른 투자의 수단을 진지하게 검토하지 않는 것이기 때문에, 투자신탁이 보급되지 않는 것은 당연하고, 투자에 대한 지식이 부족하기 때문에, 투자신탁이 보급되지 않았던 것이 아니고, 만일, 그렇다고 해도, 투자에 대한 지식을 얻는 노력이 필요하지 않았기 때문에, 투자신탁이 보급되지 않았다는 것입니다.

투자신탁의 의의

그러나 오래 전에 제로 금리가 되는 마이너스 금리에 돌입하고 오래 된 지금, 자산 형성의 수단으로 예금이 유효하지 않다는 것은 누구의 눈에 드러나고, 고로, 금융청은 예금을 대체할 거금을 수단으로 세제 우대 조치까지 도입하고 투자 신탁의 보급에 주력했던 것이다, 그 시책의 일환으로서 노후 2000만엔 보고서가 있던 것입니다.

그리고, 이 보고서가 일으킨 정치 문제의 낙착점을 보면 분명한 것처럼, 투자 교육의 필요성을 말할 것도 없이, 국민은 건전한 상식 아래에서, 투자신탁에 의한 자산 형성의 중요성을 이해하고 있다고 하는 것입니다.

투자와 투기

예금을 경유하지 않는 투자에 대해서는, 산업계가 자금 조달의 수단으로서 발행하는 채권이나 주식등을 직접, 혹은 투자신탁을 통해서 취득하는 것으로써, 산업계에 자금을 투입하는 것입니다.이때 채권이나 주식은 열린 자본시장에서 거래되고 있기 때문에 가격이 변동되는 것이 문제가 됩니다.

문제가 된다는 의미는 자본시장에서 거래될 때 형성되는 가격은 수급관계에 기초해 산업계 부가가치 창조의 성과와 직접 관련이 없기 때문에 투기를 만들어 버린다는 것입니다.그리고 이 투기가 투자와 불가분으로 연결되는 것은 틀림없이 예금과의 본질적인 차이입니다.

그런데 투기란 단순한 가격변동을 눈치채고 싸게 사서 비싸게 팔려고 하고 비싸게 팔려고 하는 이른바 카지노사이트를 통해 도박같은 투자을 말하는 것이기 때문에 투자와는 전혀 다릅니다. 결정적 차이는 투기는 개개의 성공을 낳든 그 총체에서 거래비용만큼 확실히 손실인데 반해 투자는 개개의 실패는 있어도 그 총체에서 산업계가 부가가치를 창조하고 경제가 성장하는 한 이익을 기대할 수 있는 것입니다.

투자의 목적

투자신탁은 자산형성의 도구이며, 자산형성의 목적은, 노후 생활 자금이든, 주택 융자의 계약금이든, 차의 구입 대금이든, 해외 여행 비용이든, 사회인 대학원의 학비가든, 최종적으로는 소비에 충당되는 것이며, 투자란, 자산 형성 기간중의 수익에 의해, 보다 풍부한 소비를 실현하는 기능임에 다름 아닙니다.

이 투자의 기능은 투기와 결정적으로 다르고, 투기는 도박으로서 투기 자체가 소비인데 반해 투자는 실생활상의 소비 목적을 갖고 있습니다.따라서, 투자 본래의 목적을 실현하기 위해서는, 투자신탁은 해약되지 않으면 안 된다, 이것은 당연한 일입니다만, 그렇지 않은 해지가 문제입니다.

심리적 해약

가격 변동이 없으면 심리적 동요가 없고 심리적 동요가 없다면 투자목적이 실현되기 직전에서 투자신탁이 해지되는 일은 없을 것입니다.하지만 현실적으론 가격변동은 투자 목적에 부합하지 않는 심리적 해지를 유발하고 투자했을 사람은 섣불리 투기를 해 손실을 입게 됩니다.

이 문제의 해법에 대해 금융청을 비롯한 금융계의 통설은 장기투자의 중요성을 투자교육에 의해 침투시키는 것입니다만, 추상적으로 장기를 강조하는 것은 투자의 구체적 목적을 애매하게 만드는 폐해도 있는 것이며 오히려 사회인의 건전한 상식을 믿고 투자생활상의 목적에 주의를 환기시켜야 한다고 생각합니다.

그리고, 제도적인 궁리도 필요합니다.항상 간단하게 해약할 수 있기 때문에, 해약이 발생해, 결과적인 투기에 의한 손실이 발생하는 것에 대해서는, 투자 목적과의 관련에 대해 해약을 할 수 있으면 된다고 하는 측면에서, 제도에 재검토의 여지가 있습니다.

또 투자와 투기가 법제도상 완전히 동일한 것으로 정리된 것도 재검토되는 것이 좋습니다.실제로 자전거를 타려고 자전거라고 쓰여진 문을 통과하면 일단 경륜장이 있고, 그 앞에 자전거 코스가 있다면, 그만 도박을 해 버리는 사람이 끊이지 않는 것도 당연합니다.

 
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from theabbie

How to mind your own business?

I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, and all the patients were shouting, ’13….13….13.’

The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on.

Some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick!

Then they all started shouting, ’14….14….14.’

 
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from Kitchi

Louki Lardkumar was on the hunt for anything that would give him respite from the sweltering Chennai heat. He spotted a man about his own age selling elaneer on the corner of the street. He was stretched out near his cart, lying under a tree and pretending that the shade from it's three leaves helped him in any way.

Louki pondered a while before going over. On the one hand he was broke, but on the other hand the elaneer was bound to be cooler than the soup he was walking through, right? Surely the man would see that he desperately needed some kind of fluid intake if he were to avoid the calamity of becoming one with the soup, right? Right.

Louki walked up to the cart, put on his most charming smile

“One, please.”

“Fifteen rupees,” said the man, one eyelid opening to make sure there was an actual human being in front of him.

“Yes, no problem.” – charming smile – “One, please.”

“Twenty rupees,” said the man, who was quickly realizing how highly he valued his nap.

“Absolutely, no problem, definitely. I definitely can afford that, absolutely. However you see, earlier today my grandmother –” he stopped, as he realized the man had moved to put Louki's rather voluminous shadow between him and the sun and had dozed off again. Suited him perfectly. He rummaged around in his pocket for a while and pulled out some lint, and what was once a bus ticket that had been washed more recently that he, and made a show of putting it in the man's pocket.

“Here's your twenty rupees, brother” he said loudly to no one in particular, while he grabbed the fullest coconut he could find and wandered off with it looking extremely pleased with himself.


“I'm a genius,” Louki thought to himself as he cradled his coconut like a newborn, “If only I had the money to start up my own business, I'd corner the market in no time,” although he wasn't particular about which market or what business. He spent another five minutes wandering down the road congratulating himself on quickness of spirit and firmness of mind when he decided to take a swig of his newly acquired thengai. He could already taste the elaneer, running down his throat, the mixture of sweet and cool relieving the intense heat even if just for a few moments. With great relish he raised the coconut to his lips.

“Shit.”

There is only one course of action when faced with a sealed coconut, and that is to unseal it. He thought about smashing it against the floor in the time-honoured manner, and quickly realized the flaw in that plan. He didn't want his hard earned coconut to feed mongrels. No, they didn't deserve it as much as he did. All they did was lie about all day, while he had been slogging, hard at work. Louki the Workaholic they called him. Well, no one did – but he was working all the time. Coming up with ideas was a lot of work.

“Well, no problem,” he mused, “that lazy idiot is still probably napping by his cart.”

He turned and made his way back at a reasonable pace, eager to get drinking. His slowed down as he spotted a clearly angry Lazy Idiot walking away from him, at a high rate of knots.

“Unbelievable. What a fool! I may as well help myself to another one!”

Louki placed the original coconut on the floor, holding it tight between his ankles and grabbed a second one off the cart. He grabbed the aruval hanging off the side and hacked away at his new treasure until it wet itself. Overjoyed, he began lapping at the small opening he had made trying to get something – anything – in his belly before he slowly melted like warm ice cream.

He had just about managed to produce enough of a vacuum to coax the shy liquid out of hiding when he heard the unmistakable scream of a Lazy Idiot.

“Oi! Who the hell do you think you are? How stupid do you think I am?!”

Louki slowly turned to face a Very Angry Idiot, who was now standing close enough to see the beads of sweat form at the tip of Louki's nose. A little distance away was Other Angry Man, who seemed somewhat amused by what was happening. The Very Angry Idiot was not a tall man, and Louki – who was once described as having the proportions of a fridge – completely eclipsed the man. However Louki mostly consisted of dissolvable fat, a large fraction of which he suspected had dissolved and was getting ready to leave him at that very moment.

Louki took a tentative step back, bringing into view the aruval, which the Very Angry Idiot glanced at meaningfully and took a menacing step forward.

“What kind of a moron steals from someone and then comes straight back to them?” inquired Idiot, Angrily.

“Hm. Ah. Hm. No, anna, you understand, I really needed elaneer and you really needed a nap...”

“And I really need my money. Fifty rupees and I won't ask Dharani over there to get involved.”

Louki could feel liquid fear coursing through his body, finding refuge in his bowels. Surely this Idiot wouldn't hurt him over a measly fifty rupees. But then his patti had warned him about These People and Their Habits. He wasn't about to take a chance, not against of 83 years of grumpily collected and sarcastically dispensed wisdom.

He took another tentative step back, and found Idiot didn't follow him this time. He took another one, putting more distance between himself and the pile of Angry he faced.

“Dharani anna,” he pleaded at the man called Dharani, “please –” and he turned and sprinted the second Very Angry Idiot had looked toward his friend.

Dharani burst out laughing, and looked at Very Angry Idiot and said, “Dei, aren't you going to go after him?”

“Well, he brought my thengai back. He looked like he was going to vomit from fear... although with those types you can never tell if it's just from fear. Let's go get some tea.” he said, as he heard a fridge careening off into the distance.

 
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from lrb

An interesting week. The first group session of art therapy happened Tuesday, which ended up feeling a little anti-climatic. I didn't feel much, I didn't find much. I'm guessing it's a long game.

I've found literature again, and picked up the 2014 Booker winner The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan. Reading it is all I have done so far today, which I guess is a testament.

Emotionally I have felt stunted and numb. This isn't a new way of being, I just haven't tried to paper over it with a fake, more vibrant experience. I've let it be. I'm imagining a kind of paradox in that by accepting my lack of feeling, it will ignite passion.

Overall, I'm trying to care less. Not about people, but about striving in life. I am happy with what I have, where I am. I'm only unhappy when the possibilities feel endless.

 
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from Kitchi

My uniform is the long kurta and jeans, and my weapon is my opinion. I will assault anyone within range.

I like to eat small babies.

I assault communal harmony by reminding people of how exploitative Hinduism is. Never mind that one of the architects of our constitution was the one who taught generations of us these ideas. Speaking of the constitution, maybe we should get rid of it. Have you seen what the guy who wrote it had to say about Hinduism? Anti-national fellow.

I once tore the wings off a butterfly while I watched it squirm.

I like to offend by reminding people that our Prime Minister has been at the head of not one, but two pogroms. What an over-achiever, most people don't get the chance to head even one.

I eat beef.

I do not enjoy being a productive member of society – I would much rather sit at “protests” and watch with pleasure as we disrupt traffic. Urban Naxals famously love traffic, and will do anything in our power to make it worse.

I once ran over a cow and laughed.

I protest the Delhi violence purely to destabilize the government. Not because of the police brutality or the government complicity. I made that up to look cool in front of my other Urban Naxal friends.

The fact that Urban Naxals and the United Nations share initials is entirely coincidental.

Our favourite way to disrupt the peace is by holding candle light vigils, which is well known to be the most effective tool to bring down governments. If only we replaced the army with Urban Naxals we will be able to establish an empire in no time.

Finally on behalf of all Urban Naxals, I want to say that deploying the AAP as a sleeper cell of the BJP was a master-stroke.

 
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from lrb

In what is probably a grasp for some kind of control, the past couple of weeks I've become obsessed with streamlining our finances and paying down as much debt as possible, as quickly as possible.

I'll be honest, we're around £15k in debt. £2900 of that is a loan, the rest are credit cards built up from a combination of spending above our income on frivilous crap, and overhang from when we moved in together and money was really, really tight.

But I'm incredibly excited to get rid of every single penny. I've spent hours staring at my spreadsheets and balances over the past week, more than likely sparked by my very recent diagnosis of Trigeminal Neuralgia. Loss of control – find it somewhere else!

I don't think this is an unhealthy version of taking control, it will be good for future me. As long as I'm not stressing and scared about finances – something I will keep an eye on.

Mrs lrb is fully onboard, and is almost in a more frugal mood than I am!

Something that rings true in my head is that you are not borrowing from the bank, you're borrowing from your future self to have something now, and sacrifice later.

Future self is now.

 
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from lrb

Another days passes and I'm seeing some benefit in using writing and community as an outlet. I've took to thinking about writing some short fiction, something I've taken to thinking about a few times now.

As ever, I'm preparing to write rather than writing!

During this preparation, I took a look at the submission pages of various literary journals and – my lord – how pretentious they can be! You should be blessed to give them your free and exclusive content and, on occasion, pay for the privilege.

This got me thinking a little about the difference between writing for yourself, and writing for an audience. This blog here, in honesty, isn't particularly for people to read and comment on (though it is certainly appreciated). It's an outlet for my thoughts and feelings, to make sure they have somewhere to go and be processed.

Writing for an audience seems a whole different ball game. I can't see how, what starts out as a creative endeavour, can't help but end up as a technical and formulaic process designed to maximise audience happiness. Much less about what it gives the author, much more about giving the people what they want.

It's something I'm thinking about exploring, anyway. The more immediate concern is a first therapy session tomorrow. The 50 minutes won't cover much ground, little do they know.

 
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from lrb

There's a strange push to evaluate the worth of everything you read, do and learn. If it doesn't contribute to your career or living to 110, then its value is questionable.

Experience for experience's sake is fading away. I think this is most prevalent in my neck of the woods, the Home Counties around London. Many people I meet assume I commute every day and work in the city, maybe tech or finance. They assume when I'm not doing that, I'm working on getting to the next rung of the ladder by working at home.

To be honest, I have always used my 'spare', non-working time to learn and grow, but I've often chosen what to focus on by its impact on my career.

Recently, I've begun exploring not wanting this rat-race career. Living on less money, and being more of a polymath – enjoying learning a wide range of skills from mending clothes to growing herbs (no garden for vegetables – yet!).

When I think of my job I think of jail. A restriction of freedom. I do enjoy it – and our small team are mostly kind people – but it leaves little mental room for much else. What is the purpose of life if you don't live it? Surely exploring the country, talking to different people, creating art in whatever form and learning about people who have come before us are valuable parts of the human experience?

Reading 'Early Retirement Extreme' by Jacob Fisk has brought this perspective on, if I'm honest. Or at least clarified some underlying feelings that specialising and dedicating most of your life to one (almost always pointless) area of one industry might not bring happiness and security.

But most of all, it is the pressure to be extraordinary. Living a normal life is no longer acceptable to society. You have to do something remarkable. If everyone can start a tech company and be a millionaire within 6 months, aren't you a lazy fuck if you don't do that? I think this is a lie. I think you are no less of a person for not reaching for the stars. If you're happy, you've won.

 
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from lrb

I'm a 31 year old man lost at sea, in need of a port. I've resisted self-pity and negativity for a long time, and will carry on doing so – but the truth is, I need some help.

Writing has always been cathartic, though I always end up writing for an audience. I'm a marketer in the day time (something I'm beginning to resent more and more), so I have to fight the urge to sell what I'm writing.

So let's give the over-sharing, timeline-of-depressive-notes a go!

Last week I was diagnosed with Trigeminal Neuralgia, a progressive condition where the nerve on the right side of my face has no protection left around it. Possible causes include MS, which an upcoming MRI should either count in or out.

It's fucking painful, and it's fucking terrifying, to be honest. I'll need a lot of mindfulness sessions to cope if it carries on, which – from what I've read – is likely.

I'm not used to being the one needing help, that needs some support. I actively repel help. Back to that 31 year old man fact, I guess. I've always been open with my emotions though, just never taking that step to ask someone else to fix them up at all.

What the diagnosis has shown me is that I am already depressed, and the poor camel now has a broken back. I'm lost, ungrounded, directionless.

My memory and cognitive ability has been dripping away for some time, which leads me to expect that MS is at the root of the nerve 'issue'. I've only just admitted that to the doctor, and family. Colleagues might have to wait on that news, I can't yet bring myself to take that risk. What if they prepare to get rid of me, knowing I'm on a downward slope?

Anyway, I at least plan to check in here to exorcise some thoughts a couple of times a week. One thing I've written down that I'd like to work on is being part of a caring community, and I'm taking a look at the fediverse. Who better to reach out to than open-source heads?

Just forgive me for switching back to Windows after 15 years of *nix. I know not what I do.

 
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from mucm

Yesterday I bought a soil block maker and started 230 vegetable seeds of 22 varieties of 17 different types of vegetables. (my first test diaspora post)

 
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