The food was quite good and given the location,
the price was very reasonable.
The “stone” refers to Biltmore, the largest private home in the United States.
The “glass” is the works of Dale Chihuly, reknowned glass blower. Bunny and I have had a years-long discussion about Chihuly and his “works.” He doesn't do the actual work, he just signs his name to the works, as well as the paychecks to the artisans who do the actual work of blowing glass. In that regard, he's like Thomas Edison, taking credit for the work of his employees. Edison didn't personally try over 5,000 different materials for light bulb filaments; no, it was an army of unknown engineers who tried over 5,000 different materials for light bulb filaments. And it's the same for Chihuly—his name goes on the works.
Bunny's argument is that Chihuly does the design work, which is the important part. Now, whether he does the work himself, or has an automated computerized glass-blowing machine or an army of artists blowing their lungs out, it's the vision of Chihuly that's important, not how the actual work is carried out. And to a degree I can buy that argument—that the art is more than just the method used to create it.
But regardless of who does the work, we came to Biltmore for the Chihuly At Night exhibit (thus the “light” and “dark” reference to the title). And man, it is impressive.
A small portion of the display was in the main house:
But the majority of the works were outside.
It's unfortunate that these pictures do not do the works justice—the colors are way deeper and more vibrant than what you see here.
Bunny and I were walking along Main Street in Brevard when we came across one of its famous white squirrels:
Near the outskirts of Brevard, is a small store selling unique guitars.
At this time I cannot divulge the location of said store, as there are three Men in Black sitting across the street from me, watching …cows are still there.
We did, however, come across this impressive matal rooster in a stall that might have been open?
It was hard to say since the place appeared devoid of people.
On the way to Cashiers, NC for an art festival, as we passed the The Falls Café and Grill in Lake Toxaway we decided to give it a try. Unfortunately, we needed to turn around as it came up rather suddenly as we were coming around a curve on the two-lane road. I found the first available road to turn onto, hoping to find a spot to turn around. The road I turned on was a twisty, high-grade one-lane road where I had to drive nearly a mile before I found a driveway to turn myself around. On reflection, I'm surprised I never encountered another car going the other direction, as backing up was not an option.
The Falls Café and Grill was good, but the view was fantastic:
The art festival in Cashiers was good—worth the drive, but nothing extreme lept out at me while there.
So I received this wonderful piece of spam today:
- Richard Kalou <email@example.com>
- I am Richard Kalou by Name,I have an important issue to shear with you So get back to me urgently through my email ( firstname.lastname@example.org )
- Sat, 6 Oct 2018 17:28:34 +0000
And tht's it. No explanation. Just the subject line stating that Richard has an important issue involving sheep. Or alpacas, I think you shear those, right?
So Richard has an important issue with alpacas—llamas! You can also shear llamas! So it's an issue involving sheep, alpacas or harmonic llamas that I need to urgently write back to Richard.
The only thing is—I don't know how to shear!.
Sorry, Richard, I can't help you.
In downtown Brevard there's a store called Mantiques:
And in the store they had something I'd thought I'd never see—a TARDIS!
Sure, it may look like a call box, but I know better.
For the past few months, each time Bunny and I have gone to a Buffalo Wing joint, I had decided to try the hottest sauce available just to see how hot they were. Despite having names like “Ghost Habanero Death Flame” or “Last Rights Hot Sauce” about the best I could say was “it has a slight kick.”
But today Bunny and I tried Zaxby's, a chain Buffalo Wing joint that hasn't quite made it down to Chez Boca. As is my wont, I decided to try their hottest sauce, “Insanity.” Our order taker actually said “Good choice!” when I picked it.
I don't think I've ever had my eyes water like that. It wasn't so hot (for me) as to be impossible to eat, but it had a strong hum of heat that came close to being impossible to eat.
What a nice surprise for a change.
We were planning on leaving tomorrow, but tomorrow, Hurriane Michael will be Tropical Storm Michael and will be moving over the very area we would be driving through.
Bunny and I do not want to drive through a Tropical Storm.
So we've extended our stay here in Brevard by one day. On the down side, we can't extend our stay at the The Red House Inn as our room is already booked for the next guest, which saddens me because I am so going to miss siting on this porch.
It doesn't quite seem as elegant as the classical TARDIS console.
AI-generated language shows more of Nakawaza's machine aesthetic. US internet artist Darius Kozemi launched the annual NaNoGenMo contest in 2013 – instead of writing a novel during November (NaNoWriMo) entries of 50,000 words have to be generated by a program. "What I want to see is code that produces alien novels that astound us with their sheer alien-ness," he has said. "Computers writing novels for computers, in a sense."
Past entries include The Psychotherapy of Racter or The Descent into Madness of Dr Eliza, in which two chatbots asked each other questions. Dial "S" for Sudoku's 50,000 words told of "Alice" solving eight Sudoku puzzles at length plus excerpts from her dream diary.
My “novel” of 2015's NaNoGenMo The Psychotherapy of Racter or The Descent into Madness of Dr Eliza was mentioned in The Financial Review. I'm thinking only because of the name, because I certainly didn't finish it.
And this reminds me, I have to think up an idea for this years NaNoGenMo …
Friday was an absolutely beautiful day to drive—clear blue skies as far as the eye could see. Bunny and I checked out of the hotel at 11:00 AM and started the drive to WNC Farmers Market to pick up some fresh produce before driving home. The WNC Farmers Market is right off I-26 so it wasn't like we were going that far out of our way.
Only the traffic to the WNC Farmers Market was slow. Man, it took us much longer to get there than expected, and then we had to muck about with finding an ATM because some of the farmers at the WNC Farmers Market don't accept plastic. So there was some time lost there. Soon after that, we started the drive home.
The first 19 miles took us well over an hour to drive. For some reason we never were keen to, half of I-26 Eastbound was blocked off between Asheville and Hendersonville. It was a portent of things to come.
Our fantastic time of 11½ hours to Brevard was countered by our worst time of 13½ hours from Brevard. Traffic along I-26 was horrendous as much as the weather was wonderful. But we made it back and now we recuperate from our vacation.
The photos I present of Brevard are the ones I tend to find whimsical or surreal, and when not repeating myself, I hope I have done a good job. It's not everyday that one comes across a bear wearing a hat:
I decided against posting that one because, let's be frank, when you come across a bear wearing a wig and a dress, a hat-wearing bear just doesn't cut it anymore, you know?
But during this trip, I took a photo that was so out there, that I hesitated to post it. Mind you, I don't go that much out of my way when I take these pictures—I see these weird and (usually) wonderful things as I'm out and about and take a picture.
It's with this in mind that I found myself in a grocery store in Brevard. I'm not going to name names but be aware that there are at least three different grocery store companies operating in Brevard. So I'm in this grocery store when I come across … well … this:
If you click on the picture, you'll see what this grocery store thinks passes for “General Interest” magazine reading in this part of the country. Had this section been labeled “Hunting” I would have just walked on by without a second thought.
But “General Interest?”
This may be the most surreal picture I took on any trip to Brevard, cross-dressing bear included (even if it's a female bear, I would still consider it “cross-dressing” as it's wearing clothing not native to its species). In fact, I find the cross-dressing bear less disturbing because at least it was an intentional Hallowe'en display. The “General Interest” reading rack? If that's intentional, I'm not sure what it says about the grocery store or the area. And if it's unintentional … I … I'm still not sure what that says about the grocery store or the area.
I was going through my logs
(I've been vacation for the past two weeks)
and I noticed a few crashes of
It was easy enough to determine that a call to
assert() was the culpret (the clue is highlighted):
CRASH(32421/000): pid=32421 signal='Aborted' CRASH(32421/001): reason='Unspecified/untranslated error' CRASH(32421/002): CS=B7EA0073 DS=007B ES=007B FS=0000 GS=0033 CRASH(32421/003): EIP=B7FE87A2 EFL=00000246 ESP=BFF9AE28 EBP=BFF9AE3C ESI=00007EA5 EDI=B7FAFFF4 CRASH(32421/004): EAX=00000000 EBX=00007EA5 ECX=00007EA5 EDX=00000006 CRASH(32421/005): UESP=BFF9AE28 TRAPNO=00000000 ERR=00000000 CRASH(32421/006): STACK DUMP CRASH(32421/007): BFF9AE28: A5 07 EB B7 00 00 00 00 F4 FF FA B7 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/008): BFF9AE38: C0 86 E8 B7 6C AF F9 BF 09 22 EB B7 06 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/009): BFF9AE48: 50 AE F9 BF 00 00 00 00 20 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/010): BFF9AE58: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/011): BFF9AE68: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/012): BFF9AE78: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/013): BFF9AE88: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/014): BFF9AE98: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/015): BFF9AEA8: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/016): BFF9AEB8: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/017): BFF9AEC8: 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 C7 04 FB B7 C8 04 FB B7 CRASH(32421/018): BFF9AED8: F4 FF FA B7 C7 04 FB B7 80 04 FB B7 08 AF F9 BF CRASH(32421/019): BFF9AEE8: 28 85 CA 08 F4 FF FA B7 9F 70 EE B7 02 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/020): BFF9AEF8: C8 78 CA 08 4C 00 00 00 C8 78 CA 08 4C 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/021): BFF9AF08: 44 AF F9 BF EC 72 EE B7 80 04 FB B7 C8 78 CA 08 CRASH(32421/022): BFF9AF18: 4C 00 00 00 27 00 00 00 C7 04 FB B7 00 00 00 00 CRASH(32421/023): STACK TRACE CRASH(32421/024): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi[0x805ccf0] CRASH(32421/025): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi[0x805d46b] CRASH(32421/026): /lib/tls/libc.so.6[0xb7eb0890] CRASH(32421/027): /lib/tls/libc.so.6(abort+0xe9)[0xb7eb2209] CRASH(32421/028): /lib/tls/libc.so.6(__assert_fail+0x101)[0xb7ea9d91] CRASH(32421/029): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi(max_monthday+0x5a)[0x80595a2] CRASH(32421/030): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi(tumbler_new+0xbcb)[0x805aa5a] CRASH(32421/031): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi[0x8057f19] CRASH(32421/032): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi(main_cgi_get+0xbf)[0x8057c1a] CRASH(32421/033): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi(main+0x99)[0x804cb8d] CRASH(32421/034): /lib/tls/libc.so.6(__libc_start_main+0xd3)[0xb7e9dde3] CRASH(32421/035): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi[0x804ca6d] CRASH(32421/036): COMMAND LINE CRASH(32421/037): /home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi CRASH(32421/038): ENVIRONMENT CRASH(32421/039): REDIRECT_STATUS=200 CRASH(32421/040): BLOG_CONFIG=/home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/journal/boston.cnf CRASH(32421/041): HTTP_FROMemail@example.com CRASH(32421/042): HTTP_HOST=boston.conman.org CRASH(32421/043): HTTP_CONNECTION=Keep-Alive CRASH(32421/044): HTTP_USER_AGENT=The Knowledge AI CRASH(32421/045): HTTP_ACCEPT_ENCODING=gzip,deflate CRASH(32421/046): PATH=/sbin:/usr/sbin:/bin:/usr/bin:/usr/X11R6/bin CRASH(32421/047): SERVER_SIGNATURE=<address>Apache/2.0.52 (CentOS) Server at boston.conman.org Port 80</address> CRASH(32421/048): SERVER_SOFTWARE=Apache/2.0.52 (CentOS) CRASH(32421/049): SERVER_NAME=boston.conman.org CRASH(32421/050): SERVER_ADDR=184.108.40.206 CRASH(32421/051): SERVER_PORT=80 CRASH(32421/052): REMOTE_ADDR=220.127.116.11 CRASH(32421/053): DOCUMENT_ROOT=/home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs CRASH(32421/054): SERVER_ADMINfirstname.lastname@example.org CRASH(32421/055): SCRIPT_FILENAME=/home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/boston.cgi CRASH(32421/056): REMOTE_PORT=36622 CRASH(32421/057): REDIRECT_URL=/2015/04-2015/ CRASH(32421/058): GATEWAY_INTERFACE=CGI/1.1 CRASH(32421/059): SERVER_PROTOCOL=HTTP/1.1 CRASH(32421/060): REQUEST_METHOD=GET CRASH(32421/061): QUERY_STRING= CRASH(32421/062): REQUEST_URI=/2015/04-2015/ CRASH(32421/063): SCRIPT_NAME=/boston.cgi CRASH(32421/064): PATH_INFO=/2015/04-2015/ CRASH(32421/065): PATH_TRANSLATED=/home/spc/web/sites/boston.conman.org/htdocs/2015/04-2015/ CRASH(32421/066): DONE
The hard part was trying to figure out which of
the three calls
assert() was being triggered.
there was enough information logged to reproduce the error
(for the record, it was
assert(month < 13)).
it has to do with the tumbler parsing code.
One of the unique features of
mod_blog is the “entry addressing scheme,”
where you can address not only a single entry like
2018/10/14.1 but a range of entries like
the same code internally changes a reference like
(the first and last entry in the given month;
it also works for days and years).
When I wrote the code,
I had in mind a way of it working and the bug here is in my inattention to details in checking what I've received.
The code in question,
when it sees a request in the form of “number
- number” is to assume that the number after the literal
“-” is a month and not a year.
“The Knowledge AI” program was making a request of
max_monthday() was being given an invalid month,
assert(month < 13) being false and triggering a crash.
That I can fix.
But I do question the programming of the “The Knowledge AI” crawler. I don't have any links in that form, and I'm not aware of any links on other pages of that form (in fact, that particular feature of entry addressing is not used that often, even by me) so I have to wonder how it got a link like that? Does it try randomly generating links to see what it gets? A bug in their code? It's inexplicable.