Monday, September 1, 1997 -- Labor Day
Why is it called labor day if no one works?		Well the little kitty was much more sedate last night, so I got a little more sleep. I reinstalled NetBSD this morning. It wasn't too hard, but I don't even have it back to where it was before I started fiddling. I can't add users, or do basic admin stuff. I guess I didn't realize how much Jason helped me the last time I set it up. He just knew everything, he was like a human reference book. I'm trying to get that knowledge into my head, but I'm somewhat frustrated at this point. I guess I'll send him an email and let him know. I really don't want to, though. It would help if I had some good music. On of the local radio stations was having a 'flash back' weekend. Basically an all-request weekend, mostly of older music. Those are usually good. Given the choice, people never program stations the way station programmers do. They pick a lot of variety, and a good mix. Basically, within reason, you don't know what's going to be on in the next 3 hours. I was really looking forward to listening to it. And they did play some music. They played Joan Jett's "I Love Rock and Roll", the first LP I ever bought. They played "The Devil went down to Georgia" a song I'd almost forgotten about. They played lots of singable songs. The problem is the contest they ran. Well, not the contest per se but the fact that it took them to England. Hey, good for the radio station, eh? They have a 'man on the scene' {well it was a woman, but deal, ok?} So they kept interrupting this really good music, which I needed to think, with long 20 minute Princess Diana talk. I was surprised, and somewhat saddened to hear of her death. Saddened like when you hear someone in the office's cousin died. Like, "Oh that's too bad." Then you go on with your life, and worry abuot something else. You don't spend every waking moment worrying about it and discussing it. The media, which Di used, and which used her, and possibly contributed to her death, and certainly didn't help any after the accident, is now discussing her death in excruciating detail. And like the great worm Oroboros, the media swallows it's tail on discussion of the media's role in her death. Why? It certainly isn't great journalism. Everything that was said was painfully obvious. The why is simple. It sells papers. The Media is a business, first and foremost, especially today. They print what sells. Fires, Earthquakes, Floods, Princess Diana. You name it. You don't have to like it, but you know it's true. I guess that's why I slept most of the day away, avoiding the whole thing. Generic Joe's A Typical Male