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A Marathon, Not a Sprint
And finally, we begin the final, exhausted, staggering lurch down the homestretch. It’s the final week of school.
At this point, I’m mentally and physically burned out, and am just trying to hold it together. Once the kiddoes are out for the summer, I have two more weeks left at this job to tie up loose ends, reshelve and catalog the boxes of donated books that have piled up in the past few months, and write the volumes of instructions my successor will need to decode the multiple layers of security I’ve slapped on this network. Then, we pack up the car and set off on our cross-country migration.
As time is running short, I’ve been forced to severely curtail my plans to convert all of the library computers over to Ubuntu. Besides, doing so wouldn’t be entirely fair to whoever ends up taking over this job for me. That’s really a decision they should make for themselves. So I’m leaving Edubuntu as a dual boot on two of the computers, along with install cd’s and detailed instructions on how to install it on other computers if so desired.
For the record, the kids who’ve played with the educational games on the Edubuntu test computer I set up really seemed to enjoy themselves, and weren’t at all intimidated by the unfamiliar look of the icons on the screen. As soon as I explained a couple of times that “the big orange globe gets you on the internet, just the big blue E used to,” they easily adjusted to the situation. Kids are a lot more adaptable than adults.
In other Ubuntu news: Kables loves it. The Snarky Penguin, on the other hand, isn’t thrilled, but still likes it better than Windows. And I stumbled across a couple of blogs that have already proven invaluable to a Linux neophyte like myself.
That’s it, I’ve got nothing else. I couldn’t give two shits about the Sopranos finale or Paris Hilton, and even Our Preznit’s latest public embarrassment leaves me unimpressed. Seriously, calling the Pope by the wrong title doesn’t even rank in the Top 1,000 of Dubya Brainfarts. Unlike most of his fuckups, nobody died because of it, and the only person directly affected was an 80 year old ex-Nazi and a gaggle of his paid hangers-on and suckfish. Big whoop.
