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Back Up OSX With Rsync

There’s a lot of costly backup applications for OSX, which are nothing more than flashy front-ends for the inbuilt OSX command, rsync. After having a few friend’s HDDs fail recently, it was time to finish my backup solution for a free automated remote backup.

To do this, I coupled rsync, a shell script, idisk, and cron. YMMV, but here we go;-


Gratuitous-ARP:~ wadem$ more backup.sh
sudo rsync -E -a -x -S --delete /Users/wadem/Documents/ /Volumes/wadeis/Documents/
sudo rsync -E -a -x -S --delete /Users/wadem/Sites/ /Volumes/wadeis/Sites/
sudo rsync -E -a -x -S --delete --exclude-from /Users/wadem/photo_noback.txt /Users/wadem/Pictures/ /Volumes/wadeis/Pictures/
Gratuitous-ARP:~ wadem$

Gratuitous-ARP:~ backup$ crontab -l
7 0-23/3 * * * sudo /Users/wadem/backup.sh

backup ALL=NOPASSWD: /Users/wadem/backup.sh, /usr/bin/rsync

It is Good.


Don’t Fuck With the Internet

Back in March a wooden mascot called Mr Pickle was stolen from outside of his shop. In The Mission, Mr Pickle was a bit an icon. A happy pickle about to spray some mayo, in front of a really really awesome sandwich shop. Some people used to walk a few blocks out of their way, just to see him on their way to work.

Mr Pickle, before he was stolen
Mr Pickle, before he was stolen
 

The Mission has a fair few blogs dedicated to reporting local news. The news of Mr Pickle being stolen was rapidly picked up by all of the blogs, with Mission Mission report: “BREAKING: Mr. Pickle Stolen!“.

For a few months, that was it. The shop posted a reward for the safe return of the much loved Mr Pickle, with no charges to be pressed.

Then in May Mission Mission broke the story that Mr Pickle was found…in an aggregate Flickr stream!

Mr Pickle Found in a Flickr Stream
Mr Pickle found in a Flickr stream
 

Around this point someone from The Mission bumped into the police. They found out the Police had looked into the photo on Flickr, but had not gotten any leads.

Mr Pickle’s Kidnapper was reading Mission Mission. For a joke he decided to create a Flickr account and post a photo to flickr. (Account’s been deleted, but there’s a copy of the photo).

Let's Fucking Party
The Kidnapper posting a photo of Mr Pickle
 

Now this is where it gets REALLY Interesting. Mission Mission again broke the story, “Mr Pickle Hostage Situation“. At this point, “we” had “him”. He’d used his real IP to upload a photo to Flickr. I suggested someone contact Flickr. Less than an hour later, the kidnapper said “ill return it jeez”. Clearly scared about being arrested.

About this time, Mission Mission received a tip from Flickr and was also able to work out the workplace, phone number, and home address of the kidnapper.

2 hours or so later, the kidnapper called up the store Mr Pickle was stolen from, and told Mama Pickle, that “he felt bad” about what had happened. Before the shop closed that afternoon, Mr Pickle had been dropped around the corner and the kidnapper called in to confirm he made it back okay.

Mr Pickle shortly after his return
Mr Pickle, just after his return
 

I was in the shop yesterday, the day after Mr Pickle was returned. About 20 people ordered whilst I was there. Every person who entered expressed amazement, thanks, and relief that Mr Pickle was back.

Moral of the story, don’t fuck with the internet.


Play, Fear, Failure, Me & I

The past few months I’ve been working in a culture that had no play, no acceptance of failure, and a philosophy of fear. Obviously every employee’s perspective and situation are going to be difference, but this is how I see it.

In other parts of my life, I’ve been coding/mashing data up, building services, drawing, wrecking journals, photographing, and filming. Each of these other parts, for me, lives heavily in the nexus of play, failure, and fear.

I could rant on about what the former is like, but it’s not very interesting, and unfortunately, too well experienced. What’s slightly more interesting, and something that’s being discovered by many people can be summed up in 4 points.

Play is really important.
Failure should be cherished. (”He who fails, learns” - Donal)
Fear should be embraced.
There is no I, I am all.

Play, Failure, and Fear all have a common element. They naturally occur and aren’t limited to the human experience. When we’re not allowed to Play, Fail, or Live, often funny things happen.

Don't be a cog in the system, be a spanner in the works.
Don’t be a cog in the system, be a spanner in the works.

 
Fear of saying no, of being different got us in this mess. Society needs to become conscious of it’s actions. It’s not a comfortable process. As a whole, we look silly. No one likes to feel silly, we’ve been brought up based on the ideal of being perfect and always right. When we ask questions, we direct consciousness to the activity. An unconscious or un-thought process, becomes exposed and ’seen’ by society when we raise questions.

Asking questions (of government) is often called Civil Disobedience. As George W. Bush said, you are either with us, or you are a terrorist.

There’s ~60,000 economists in the world, almost none of them bothered, and the industry as a whole failed to ask any questions about the transactions taking place in the global financial system. The industry accepted the framework given to them.

It’s literally insane that a large portion of the world is afraid of helping others. The “us vs them” mentality is still so prevalent. When will these people learn that they live in the world, and can not be excluded from it. At some point the world will tag you, and what happens to your shielded reality then? Either it shuts down even more, a mental trick, unstable in the long term, often causing kinks. The other option when exposed to the world, is the shield collapses, which at some point will cause a ‘mental breakdown’.

Coming back from this closed, no, afraid, fear mentality is a lot of work. Why would someone want to change their reality, especially if they are ’set’ in it? Change is not cherished, it requires consciousness, it’s work, it brings about pain.

By living the 4 points, the world around you changes. When we act and interact with others, there is a meeting between the parties. Sometimes this difference in philosophy is accepted, sometimes it’s not. Weird reactions abound.

It’s impossible to make change happen in another, it has to be done by one’s self. There are ways of trying to bring it about. Zen Encounters work in this way. Meditation is about quietening the mind down and seeing how it works. Drugs are generally about altering consciousness itself to see it better, or to see life through a different filter. Physical exercise is often coupled with working with a different sort of pain. There are many vehicles, but only 1 way.

Whatever the external method, at some point it must be accepted by the internal-self/other-self. This is where it gets tricky. Being Real/Authentic to myself is the only guide I have. I’m using the 4 points to guide me for now.


Human Creations

We’re alive in the most wonderful of times, a time where world-class design is infused with even the most humble of items, the toilet brush.

At Target, you can also buy an $8 toilet brush designed by acclaimed architect Michael Graves. And if you’re really a showoff you can try Excalibur, the $32 toilet brush by French designer Philippe Starck. — Salon.com

Philippe Starck's Excalibur Toilet Brush
Excalibur, the $32 toilet brush, by Philippe Starck

 
A designer toilet brush is an interesting place to start writing, but it’s also the end of a very long what the fuck. There’s 2 issues with this:-

21% of the world lives on less than $1.50 a day, and society’s focus is on making mass producing designer everything. This is part of my general awareness. This is really important. I’d like to point it out for now, just to raise the W T F, and move to where I’m wanting to take this. It’s somehow connected. Feeding people, instead of companies.

When everything becomes designed, nothing is designer.

 
Over the last year, I’ve been lucky enough to find some lovely people making real-world things by hand. Things they care about and want to share. It’s refreshing and warms my heart.

Ex-a-Sketch
Ex-a-Sketch – “we put together all of the drawings done at the pub and make a zine!”

 

To me, creativity is about coming back to our self, about becoming real. Zines, What ever the form of expression, it’s the output of something both personal and deep. Some call that place God, others call it stillness, or The Void. Regardless of what it’s called, in each of us it’s expression is both the same and unique. We are all different manifestations of One.

Through these differences I feel something. It both enlightens and reflects within me. It’s through this personal expression I find myself, and my humanity. This is where the toilet brush comes in. Mass-produced goods are generally, as emotionless as possible. In the industrial era, goods were functional, today, they must be designed. Yet mass-produced design goods are still alien. They rape and pollute the planet and under pay workers. No where in this process is there any signs of humanity, in the production or the item.

Consumption eats self-esteem; creation makes it grow…Making things makes up happier, more whole people. — Callie Janoff, Handmade Nation

Heaps good at life
Almost typographic, Zine love by Pashrash

 

Judging by the huge resurgence of DIY and Zines over the past few years, I’m not the first one to discover the joy of being human. I’m sure the internet’s played a role in re-starting this scene. Once isolated creators, are now an army of talented peeps over on websites like Deviant Art and Etsy.com.

I think that handcraft is popular right now as a reaction against a whole slew of things, including our hyper-fast culture, increasing reliance on digital technology, the proliferation of consumer culture, and even war. — KnitKnit, Handmade Nation

Grump by The Fetus
Felt Grump by The Fetus

 

Having a recent run-in with the law for my preferred form of expression, coupled with a move to San Francisco, I’m waiting to see what bubbles to the surface to get creating again. Whilst waiting for something to manifest, if anyone’s got some Zines they’d like to share with me, I’d love to read them…

I Read Zines
I Read Zines

 


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