Vignettes from OSV

Today, we went to Old Sturbridge Village. They do Dog Days the first weekend of the month during the winter. There were tiny dogs, medium dogs, and this pony. His name is Kloofbear’s Skipjack. Or just Skipper. If you want to drive his parents nuts, call him Skippy.

Skipper looking dignified. It didn't last.

Skipper looking dignified. It didn’t last.

We got to spend a long time with the cows. The oxen were very friendly, and the cows are just starting to show (calves due in just 6 weeks). Very fun.



And, finally, at the gift shop. Alpha, Beta, and Tangent each grabbed a book and settled in to read. All they needed was some hot chocolate.



And then we went to dinner at Cracker Barrel. The food was okay, but the company was awesome. And as we were ordering dessert, Beta came up with this jem:

> Beta: Do you have sprinkles?

> Server: No, we don’t.

> Beta: You should stock up on them. They’re awesome. nods wisely, and wanders off.

Thank goodness we weren’t drinking anything, because that would have been a spit take.

Ice caves!

Under the wanna-be glacier

We had an ice storm last weekend, and I didn’t get a chance to clear my car off until today (took that long to dig out to it). As I was brushing off the dry powdery stuff from last night, I hit a layer of ice. Hard ice. Thick, white ice. “Aw, crap,” I think, “This is going to take FOREVER to get off!” So I continue brushing off the snow, and discover something.

That ice? Was 4″ above the car. In between was another layer of snow. My car had an ice COAT. I took these UNDER the layer of ice.


On the sunny side of the wanna-be glacier

Ice caves! The light is so pretty in these! The car is now mostly clean. It still has a bit of a car-hawk (a Korean punk rocker look or something).



Side shot so you can see how deep the snow was on the car


Veteran’s Day

It was a little crazy to figure out that as a family, between Dad’s family and mine, we’ve been involved in almost every conflict (good and bad) that this country has been in. So, the girls and I are going to go through the stuff brought back by my great-great-grandfather’s brother from The Great War, my mother’s Uncle from World War 2, and even some stuff my Dad brought back from the Invasion of Grenada.

Pictures to follow, hopefully.

A short introduction to economics (economic -isms)


Businesses are out to screw you. You should unionize to protect yourself, or else you’re on your own.


Businesses are out to screw you.  The government says, don’t worry about unionizing, we’ve got you covered.


The government is the business, and is your union (whether you want it or not).


Businesses are out to screw you.  Government is your union (whether you want it or not) and is in cahoots with business.


Businesses are out to screw you, and have bought the unions.


Businesses serve at the pleasure of the king.  You serve at the pleasure of the king.


Dovecot woes

So after an upgrade, Dovecot failed to start:

Error: socket() failed: Address family not supported by protocol
Error: service(imap-login): listen(::, 143) failed: Address family not supported by protocol
Error: socket() failed: Address family not supported by protocol
Error: service(imap-login): listen(::, 993) failed: Address family not supported by protocol
Fatal: Failed to start listeners
* start-stop-daemon: failed to start `/usr/sbin/dovecot'
* ERROR: dovecot failed to start

How irritating.

A google search wasn’t particularly conclusive, but “listen(::, 143) Address family not supported by protocol” gave me some idea that it might be complaining about IPv6 support.  I removed support some time ago from the kernel and libraries.  (I don’t have a problem with IPv6 per se, but why have it when my ISP doesn’t support it?)  I’ve had Dovecot running well for ages without it, so what changed?

I found the culprit in /etc/dovecot/dovecot.conf:

# A comma separated list of IPs or hosts where to listen in for connections. 
# "*" listens in all IPv4 interfaces, "::" listens in all IPv6 interfaces.
# If you want to specify non-default ports or anything more complex,
# edit conf.d/master.conf.
#listen = *, ::

So the default configuration now enables IPv6. At least the fix is easy:

listen = *

Apple Picking

Ah, the prime of fall – days warm and sunny, delicious fruit ripe and… delicious.

One of the simultaneous joys and pains-in-the-ass of moving to a new area is uncovering the “good” places: who is the best mechanic, where to get good chinese food, what’s the bad part of town and how do I get there without my wife knowing.  And, in our case, where to pick your own apples.

Disclaimer: when it comes to apples and Christmas trees, we have specific wants: macouns  (typically pronounced “ma-cow-ann”) and white pines.  They’re both hard to find in the store so we frequent our local farms.

You don’t know how much local knowledge you have ingrained in your brain until you leave your home turf.

Our travels today took us to Drew Farm in Westford, MA.  Not too far, though I kind of thought that a local farm would be even closer to our former-farm country town.  Nice orchard with a good selection of types (including macoun), plus pumpkins.  Free tractor rides to the orchard and baby alpacas rounded out the visit.  The prices were better than the farms in Stow, though not as good as the supermarket (they never are).  But we have a peck of delicious apples and a huge pumpkin.