yey!
kserve project has tunneling through ssh to itunes.
what does this mean? it means all my music is available over the internet as a shared library in itunes or daapd capable media players. i’m listening to Shirley Bassey right now, streamed from the kserve… i.e. my huge music library can have a robust & accessible home on a media server that *I* maintain.
What’s more is that eventually the mediaserver (mediaservers are a dime a dozen these days) will level up to a media Librarian.
As with any wifi network service, bandwidth and connection access is a limiter, right now (at cafe Abir) the surfandsip dsl cops drops the library connection from time to time, but for the home this is perfect, for work this would be perfect also. The library will always be available at home for any media player using the wifi network.
some notes and questions:
Is this necessary over ssh? Is the encryption overhead an unnecessary waste of bandwidth
need to make a diagram of the network connections being used, to add to mrblack’s handy documentation…
need to add beacons(using beacon for os X now, very cool new way to easily link up the daapd service to itunes, would love to see video bots built from this kind of software) for file shares over ssh through samba or nfs… for file sharing in general…
i had to restart the mt-daapd server to get it to recognize & add songs to the shared library … (use cron to watch the directory for changes and restart the server everytime new files are copied? )
An actor friend took a Polaroid camera to a dinner party. He said something like, “I’m taking these Polaroids because its a dying form, and it distinguishes me among the ubiquity of digital cameras”. The next day I saw defekto start up his Polaroid project here. I wonder whether my friend will post his pictures & whether they will survive the digital dustbin. Now there are numerous Polaroid projects starting up or facing revived interest because of these last days. I have my own ideas too, after taking Polaroids across the country from Oregon to Florida I can’t forget the unique opportunity it offered to chimp my ass off, or snap 20 pack shots off and give them away like they grew on trees.
I wrote out this list and sent it to a recently deceased friend:
- the friend laughed at the faces my dad made
- sirens and lights strobing the walls of my bedroom
- He started laughing and said that’s nothing
2 weeks later, a reply came.
He wrote:
‘Yah how about those ________’
and at the bottom of the page:
‘So, how’s life?’
Included in the envelope was a nickel.
I was last in Gelugor over 12 years ago, but sometimes I still smell the incense and the food, or out in the sun I smell vegetation sweat in the heat like the afternoon I headed across the island by bike.
and today is not such a warm day, but as i go over the top of that hill
the smell hits me
and instead of coasting down as i do, I press hard on the breaks, squeaking the whole way down while i point my nose in the air like a interested dog.
I want to write a short story about this moment, like Flannery O’Conner’s stories about coming of age or loss of innocence — except her story has movement while all mine has is aroma wakening old memories…
As I look for moments in my life with movement worth writing about, a list comes to mind that I will use.