The ultimate test for the ability to control the quality of experience is what a person does in solitude, with no external demands to give structure to attention. It is relatively easy to become involved with a job, to enjoy the company of friends, to be entertained in a theater or at a concert. But what happens when we are left to our own devices? Alone, when the dark night of the soul descends, are we forced into frantic attempts to distract the mind from its coming? Or are we able to take on activities that are not only enjoyable, but make the self grow?
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Big Data Fuels Intelligence-Driven Security Reviewed
Big data is here to stay. In fact, anything is (and always was) big data per se. Yet in the last couple of years, the challenges in collecting, storing and accessing such tremendous amounts of data have been thoroughly tackled by Cloud computing. Now all one has to do is to find a way to turn that into usable understanding, especially in the field of network security.
About Túrin’s Poem
I just finished The Children of Húrin, and must say — though dark it was indeed — I enjoyed it very much. Undoubtedly inspired by the horrors of the Great War, Tolkien weaved a dark and treacherous tale into the very fabric of ancient Middle-earth. And his son, Christopher, did a great job publishing another piece of his father’s legacy.
Art of the State: NAT in IPv6
Back in October, Daniel Ouellet asked about NAT in IPv6 on the OpenBSD misc@ mailing list. It was thus destined to become a legendary thread. I’m going to post a few interesting responses here, since there is much confusion and doubt associated with the topic. Enjoy!
My First Caption
In case you are wondering about the meme.
Think Of The Children (1)
An Apple dictionary app is most likely bad for your children.
About the Heroes of the First Age
‘Yet if it stands only a little while,’ said Huor, ‘then out of your house shall come the hopes of Elves and Men. This I say to you, lord, with the eyes of death: though we part here for ever, and I shall not look on your white walls again, from you and from me a new star shall arise. Farewell!’
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