I do a lot of different things – husbanding, software engineering, writing, model-building, genealogy, drawing, tinkering, etc – and I wasn’t happy with how previous iterations of this website presented those diverse interests.
Of all the themes I looked at, the academic theme for Hugo seems like a good fit. So this is it, or the start of it anyway. As always, the work is never finished, but I think it’s a start.
A couple days ago, someone asked me why they should care about nested containers. It’s a good question, so I thought I’d talk about how I’m using them.
Perhaps my favourite benefit of containers is keeping workloads isolated, and not just in terms of process space. It’s also a great way to avoid dependency bit rot and version conflicts. I have containers for my home media server, for jenkins, for various database servers that I need for this project or that.
Edit – 1 Jun 2017: The issue is a problematic patch that caused a breakage between 2.0.9 and 2.13. LXD 2.0.10 is currently in the SRU review queue, and once it lands in xenial-updates the problem should go away.
tl;dr: Nested LXD containers on Ubuntu 16.04.2 (Xenial) will break if you’re running LXD 2.12+ on the host machine, because the Xenial cloud image ships with LXD 2.0.9 and a version conflict between host and container causes nesting to fail.
For most of us, 2016 has been a dumpster fire of epic proportion. For me, it began with the death of David Bowie, days after my father’s 69th birthday; a poignant reminder that our idols are also mortal.
We’ve added a shitload of fuel to that fire, folks. Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen, and George Michael; iconic artists who reflected pieces of ourselves back at us.
Florence Henderson, Gene Wilder, Allan Rickman, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Kenny Baker, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds; thespians who bared their souls through their work, allowing us to fall in love with them a piece at a time.
I still hear his voice, almost a decade since we last spoke. Sometimes, I imagine it’s over the airwaves of amateur radio, an interest he rekindled and mentored me in. We come across each other by chance, calling out into the darkness for another soul to connect with, and pick up the pieces of what we once had, one tiny hurt at a time.
Reality sets in, and I remember the hard lesson: time does not heal all wounds.