Ceci n'est pas une pipe

I'm burning Knoppix Linux with K3b. In the meantime placed a photo with Gimp, but I get Evolution mail and keep an eye on Konsole with the processes on the test server. But I also opened with Konqueror a backup drive connected to my laptop via USB. The monitor - outside! - Show me a lot of windows open, which captured the fly with KSnapshot ... but this time there is a flurry of errors ...

It was quite a bit 'of time that not happened to me! I mean, it was quite a lot 'of time that I used to work seriously - not just a few minutes to see how you see a site with Internet Explorer - the NTFS partition on my laptop, which lies virtually unused (but always updated) the My installation of Windows XP Professional.

I'll be honest, after all these things a little 'I miss them, because they have the taste of my first computer experience. At least if we consider the years of the Commodore 64 and 128 ...

So, in an age of uncertainty it's nice to know that some things never change ...

RTFM for the series, reported below are the instructions given in Italian official documentation on Debian to recover the root password. I do it for the consumption of a very lazy person who asked me.

8.1.1 "I forgot the root password!" (1)

And 'possible to boot the system and access to the root account, even if you do not know your password, simply having access to the keyboard. (This assumes there are no password requests from the BIOS or the boot loader such as lilo that would prevent access to the system).

This procedure requires no external boot disks and no change in BIOS. In this context, "Linux" is the label for booting the kernel in a Debian install.

At the lilo boot screen, as soon as boot: appears (in some systems, you must press the shift key to prevent automatic booting) and when lilo uses the framebuffer you press TAB to see the options you type), enter:

boot: Linux init=/bin/sh

The system boots the kernel and run / bin / sh instead of its standard init. At this point you have gained root privileges and a root shell. Since / is mounted read-only and many disk partitions have not been mounted yet, you must do the following to have a reasonably functioning system.

init-2.03# mount -n -o remount,rw /
init-2.03# mount -avt nonfs,noproc,nosmbfs
init-2.03# cd /etc
init-2.03# vi passwd
init-2.03# vi shadow

(If the second data field within the / etc / passwd is "x" for every username, your system uses shadow passwords, you must edit / etc / shadow.) To disable the root password, edit the second field in the password file so that it is empty. Now you can reboot and log in as root without a password. When booting into runlevel 1, Debian (at least after Potato) requires a password, which some older distributions did not.

It 's good to have a minimal editor in / bin if / usr is not accessible (see Rescue editors, Section 11.2).

Also consider installing the sash package. If the system becomes unbootable, execute:

boot: Linux init=/bin/sash

sash serves as an interactive substitute for sh even when / bin / sh is unusable. It's statically linked, and includes many standard utilities as built-ins (type "help" at the prompt for a reference list).

8.1.2 "I forgot the root password!" (2)

Boot from any emergency boot disk set / root. If, for example, / dev/hda3 is the original root partition, the following will let one edit the password file as easily as above.

# mkdir fixit
# mount /dev/hda3 fixit
# cd fixit/etc
# vi shadow
# vi passwd

The advantage of this approach over the previous method is that it requires knowledge of the lilo password (if any). However, one must be able to set the BIOS, if not already, so the system to boot from floppy or CD.

Source: http://www.debian.org/doc/manuals/reference/ch-tips.it.html

If you - like me - those who do not like to plan their holidays and have not booked anything, take a look at this new farmhouse in the peaceful hills of Umbria.

Here is a brief presentation of the structure:

Seventy acres of tranquility. This is probably the best description we can give our farm. No noise, no traffic, no view on the E45 (the only way you'll see is the one to arrive here), no buildings nearby, no GMO fields, nothing ....! A wide valley straddling a stream dotted with woods, olive groves, pastures and crops organically. On the opposite side a shepherd looks after his sheep, and in the valley in the distance, a herd of Chianina peeps. And the night has its charms: Castel Rigone lights in the distance, a few scattered huts with only the courtesy lamp for travelers and the stars above your head, here in Preggio you can really see why they call it "the Milky Way "(How long is that you no longer see it?). If we want to turn off all our lights for you to observe it better.

In the whole Borough, including Farm and then, applies a polite but firm "No Smoking". Nothing personal, we are aware that there are things far more harmful smoke, but the point is that the smell of smoke in the rooms, remains. And the cigarette butts scattered on the lawn around the pool, remain. And both, smells and cigarette butts, remain for much longer than you think. So please look before you book, that if you smoke is an irresistible pleasure perhaps we are not the place for you.

Of course the farm alongside our farm where we produce wine, oil, cheese, honey ...

For more information: http://www.preggio.it

For those who are obliged by the parties of my village of origin (*) will announce that Saturday, May 31 from 16:00 to 24:00 you will be the inauguration of the new point of sale ' Valsupine Fine Dining , and that 's opportunity is provided refreshments with free tasting of wines and other products. Before I devastiate the local, specific, however, that the gratuity is intended only for friends, relatives, collateral, official guests and especially the industry catering to an activity in the area, for the moment: the site for ecommerce ' purchase of products throughout Italy is nearing completion.

That's expensive to put in your address browser:

Food and Wine Valsupine
Via Cesare Battisti 66 / A
24068 Costa Volpino (BG)

If you arrive at the opening after reading this post, do not forget to say venirmelo.

(*) As you see, temporized before writing it because the name of the country where I lived the first half my age usually provokes an unmotivated laughter ... well ... ok ...

With this simple but very useful SWF can test the speed of your connection. Use it sparingly otherwise remove it. If they want to put an identical one on your website, find the code and instructions to this address: http://www.speedtest.net/mini.php

UPDATE! I was forced to remove the SWF ...

I quote here the words of "Little Boxes" by Malvina Reynolds . I do because I asked (in exasperation?) From the daily harassment of Gianluca Nicoletti , well known radio host whose transmission morning opens with this song of 1962 in which dogs and pigs have the meanings ascribed more arbitrary, and the merit of being the first true song I've ever blown the wind early in conflict.

The most folkloric transmission Nicoletti - aired from Monday to Friday on Radio 24 - the game is the fake massacre in which listeners and users of the blog "Melog" amuse themselves by their opposition to simulate the conductor, showing playful aversion Instead all their affection for the brilliant creator of the Golem . Fake game at the massacre which seems obvious to me, I too join me with the publication of this post.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And They All play on the golf course,
Their dry martini and drink,
And They all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And They all get put in boxes
And They All come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

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It should not. But it can certainly happen that you accidentally delete a file and you want to retrieve. There are several tools to pay for this kind of operation on FAT32 and NTFS file systems under Windows. Even our penguin offers more than a similar tool to recover deleted files on EXT3 filesystem. One of these is ext3birra, a program for Linux, whose name derives from the nickname of the Italic unmistakably that the programmer has designed.

From what we read on the official website of the project, this valuable program was written in just 5 days and can only recover files deleted recently (within 24 hours).

Here's how to use the s / w:

• download it from this address
• extract the files with the usual command:
  tar -jxvf ext3birra*.tar.bz2
• Change to the directory thus created and run the command:
  make && make install
• finished compiling, ext3birra to use just run the command:
  ext3birra [device] [output directory]

Here, for example, as you can retrieve files previously deleted from the partition sda1, restoring it to the temporary directory / tmp / recupero_dati /:

ext3birra /dev/sda1 /tmp/recupero_dati/

In my country

Non-Arab people, not the people of the Balkans, not ancient people
but living nation, but European nation:
and what are you? Land of infants, hungry, corrupt,
Employees of agricultural leaders, prefects pigtails
avvocatucci smeared with grease and dirty feet
Officials liberal bigots carcasses as uncles,
a barracks, a workshop, a public beach, a casino!
Millions of small bourgeois million hogs
sospingendosi graze unharmed under the palaces,
between now crumbling colonial buildings such as churches.
Just because you are existed, now you do not exist,
just because you were conscious, you're unconscious.
And just because you're Catholic, you can not think
that your evil is all evil, guilty of all evil.

He sinks in that your beautiful sea, the free world.