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There is a network. For the moment. Despite the people who ignore the sign explaining that putting anything on the Annex box, or leaning anything against it, can cause havoc. So I removed a little paper cup with bits of sour cream clinging to it, took a deep breath, and reminded people, calmly, that the sign means what it says.
Or a sort-of network. The really local part is okay: all my cross-mounted filesystems chug happily along. It's just that, well, we do things with these three machines that require connections to the outside world. Connections that vanished sometime over the weekend.
Or almost vanished. The Sun network can, for reasons known only to itself and maybe Anthony-who-is-not-in-today, talk to one of the other machines here. Not the ftp server or the mail server, which would be useful, or the name server, which would make sense, just one other machine here.
After grumbling and working on other things all morning, I suddenly realized that if zebra can talk to green, maybe I can use green to get my files out.
Shazam! Okay, not shazam. More like "I think I can." For historical reasons, I have an account on green, which I use about twice a year. So. ftp to green. Disconnect. Telnet to green. From there, ftp to a machine that doesn't even have a proper name, only an IP address, and the files are out there in the wide world, or at least available to the people who need them.
Can someone remind me why this is all supposed to be an improvement over tapes in the back of a station wagon, or in a cycle messenger's pack?
Or a sort-of network. The really local part is okay: all my cross-mounted filesystems chug happily along. It's just that, well, we do things with these three machines that require connections to the outside world. Connections that vanished sometime over the weekend.
Or almost vanished. The Sun network can, for reasons known only to itself and maybe Anthony-who-is-not-in-today, talk to one of the other machines here. Not the ftp server or the mail server, which would be useful, or the name server, which would make sense, just one other machine here.
After grumbling and working on other things all morning, I suddenly realized that if zebra can talk to green, maybe I can use green to get my files out.
Shazam! Okay, not shazam. More like "I think I can." For historical reasons, I have an account on green, which I use about twice a year. So. ftp to green. Disconnect. Telnet to green. From there, ftp to a machine that doesn't even have a proper name, only an IP address, and the files are out there in the wide world, or at least available to the people who need them.
Can someone remind me why this is all supposed to be an improvement over tapes in the back of a station wagon, or in a cycle messenger's pack?