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Fata Morgana
2004-01-04 11:37
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Yesterday I learned from my dad that the song "Bye, bye miss American Pie" was really about the death of Richie Valens, J.P. Richardson, and Buddie Holly, and the rise of the Rolling Stones among others. Don McLean thought that this was the death of "real music": he wrote "As I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage" about Mick Jagger singing "Sympathy for the Devil."

How does my dad know so much stuff? :~) A while ago I was driving through Draper with my mom, and she was pointing out various buildings that were there when she and my dad had an organic farm down there in the seventies. It's so great to have parents who are liberal and accepting, and who I can relate to - from whom it's not necessary to hide things. In fact, they've been much wilder than I'll probably ever be. I take it for granted until I hear accounts from friends about their parents not allowing them to stay with their sweethearts, or berating them (still!) for partying or intoxication or other aspects of their lifestyle. Is it just a characteristic of conservative Utah, or am I lucky?
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Kragen Sitaker
kragen
2004-01-04 18:41 (UTC)
better link
There's a version that credits the contributors at http://www.faqs.org/faqs/music/american-pie/ --- the version you linked to snipped a lot of the explanatory notes, including the names of the contributors. Maybe you should link to that one instead.
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Fata Morgana
chimerically
2004-01-04 22:47 (UTC)
Re: better link
Thanks! Will do.
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Ping
zestyping
2004-01-04 19:48 (UTC)
You're lucky.
No question. I can't think of a cooler set of parents to anyone i know, except perhaps niteskye's, who sold the house to buy a 40-foot boat and took the family on a 3-year sailing trip. But i grew up mostly among parents and friends' parents who tend to keep long-term couples in separate beds or consider homosexuals icky. They'd be shocked if i told them any Berkeley co-op stories. :)
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wayoftheburnout
2004-01-07 07:51 (UTC)
From the stress
From the stress I've seen several of my friends have over parents over the holidays, I'm thankful I've not seen mine in over a decade now. Speaking of giving thanks. And yes, if you have good parents who are decent, cool, and treat you like an adult if you act like one, then you luck out. Otherwise; lets just say I'd recommend the extended-long silent treatment.
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wayoftheburnout
2004-01-07 07:58 (UTC)
alt.lyrics.
A long long time ago
I could still remember how
Twas the servers cochise and po
And I knew that if I had bad news
That `root' would chase away my blues
And maybe I could code for a while...

But logging in made me despondent...
NFS server mamba not responding..
Bad news for the students
Mars was just deluded...

I can't remember if I cried
Because the IRQ was stuck high
And something fucked up deep inside
The day, that mamba died...

So we were singing Bye Bye Ms. American Pie
Drove the packet to the gig switch but the IRQ was stuck high
The good old boys logged on the console and cried
Sayin' this is how good sysadmins die
This is how good sysadmins die.

Did you read the manuals of Sun
The ones that killed off all our fun
Is the network the computer...If Scott McNealy tells you so?
Do you believe in UFS?
Can fsck save your mortal soul?
Then you can teach me to restore real...slow...

Well I know that you went home today
Cuz I saw you walk through skies of gray
Your home directory's now LOST+FOUND
Your project files nowhere around...

I was a lonely 61A kiddie,
I took 150 for the MIDI,
But I knew my files were truly fried...
The day, that mamba died.

I started singin'
Bye Bye Ms. American Pie
Drove the clntcall to the portmap but the netstat -i
Printed out things that made me want to cry
Screaming this is how good sysadmins die
This is how good sysadmins die...

For 5 years we've turned stuff in late
And moss grows fat on a backup tape
But we used to rely on dump and restore
We don't think we'll do it anymore
The Jester smoked with the King and coughed
All the users he shrugged off
And for 2 days we still couldn't log in...
And while the King toiled downstairs
The jester put on royal airs
And said "Dell is just a piece of shit."

While we were up in 333
naught to do but watch movies
We didn't dare mention
We were all praying for an extension
The day, that mamba died.

I started singin'
Bye Bye Ms. American Pie
Rewound the DDS and re-ran restore -i
And watched the kernel panic and the monitor fry
Thinking this is how good sysadmins die
This is how good sysadmins die...

While the admins tried to fix it fast
the kiddies went home from lab
sqiuinting and pointin at the sun..

no matter how we brought up the raid
it just wouldn't not nicely play
"Dell is fucked." the jester would say..

Now the 2nd day twas sweet perfume
no stinky students in the room
they must have gone home to bathe
cos they could not code today

The network card took the field
but the tape drive would not yield
a lack of documentation was revealed

I started singin'
Bye Bye Ms. American Pie
Drove the clntcall to the portmap but the netstat -i
Printed out things that made me want to cry
Screaming this is how good sysadmins die
This is how good sysadmins die...

And there we were all in one place
Mars round Jove, lost in space
With no time left to restore again..
So come tapes be nimble tapes be quick
Tapes caused mamba once more to panic
It made Kevin really sick
Cuz solaris is the devil's only friend...
And as I watched the show on /home/aa
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No Unix words or magic spell
Could bring mamba back from IRQ hell
And the undergrads laboured into the night
The Berkeley sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day.. that mamba... died...

I met a girl with linker blues
She asked us for some happy news
When she smiled, the flounder, turned red..
I went down to the second floor
Where I'd written some code a few years before
But the man there said the system's down today...

And in the streets the students screamed
The readers yawned and the professors schemed
But no solutions were proposed
The sources were all closed...

The only things that I could still use
My laptop, the wireless and the Usenet News
Still made me want to blow a fuse
The day, that mamba died.

They were singing
Bye Bye miss American Pie
Drove the Dell to the edge and it didnt' survive
And good old boys searching high and dry
singing "we'll document raid restores next time.."
"we'll document raid restores next time.."
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Fata Morgana
chimerically
2004-01-07 10:31 (UTC)
Re: alt.lyrics.
I remember these AOLized lyrics from high school - though I wasn't a CS geek, I had friends who were. :~)
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