So, it’s time to update my server! Currently, it’s hosted at DigitalOcean with an old Centos 6.5/2GB/40gb droplet. I pay a cool $20/month for my server for hosting, email, and about 10 other domains. It’s time to update!
So, I have to decide whether I will go with a Centos 7 or a Centos 8 image at $15/month. The only main difference is that I have to determine whether I need the updated Kernel and the additional updates and if my software/configs are easily portable to the new host.
Read MoreOne of my “projects” was to be able to store all my data and be able to add information to it. I gave it some crazy name, and let it sit and pickle away in my mind until it matured.
In comes .meta-json. With every file that would be stored (such as file_name.ext) , there would exist a separate file stored alongside that original file that would have the additional extension of .meta-json.
.meta-json is meant to be a common, easily indexable and searchable format that gives files a raison d’être. the format is rooted in json with specifics that helps to define the metadata of the file.
The proposed format comes down to:
{
'author': 'unknown',
'type': 'image',
'title': '',
'description': {
'en': 'something'
},
'date': '',
'source': '',
'location': '',
'people': [''],
'checksum' {
'sha256': 'xxxx'
},
'mimetype': '',
'creation-date': '',
'filesize': ''
}
This format pretty much breaks down to key/value pairs. Every key can either have a string or an array/object as a value, depending on the name of the key.
| Key | Value Types | Description |
|---|---|---|
| author | string|array | A list of people who participated in creating this file |
| type | string | A generic name for what the file is (image, video, archive, document, etc) |
| title | string|object | A visible summary of what this items is. As an object, the key:value is localization:summary |
| description | string|object | A full description of the item. This can be akin to “a picture is worth 1000 words”, but for any kind of media. |
| date | string | A parseable date/time identifying when the item “happens”, not typically the same as the creation or modification dates, but it very well could match. |
| source | string | How this item was acquired. Typically images are either via Camera or Scanner, Audio would be via Radio, Microphone, Telephone, etc. Documents could be OCR. |
| location | string|object | A parseable location where the item “exists”. As a string it could be a general location such as “around the corner from Joes Diner” or an intersection. If placed as an object, this identifies specificity as it could be “gps”: “”, “address”: “”, etc |
| people | array | Whom is depicted. Comes down to names or Identifiers of whom is presented in the items is called, such as “person 1”, “person 2”, or “Mick Jagger”. |
Additional fields can be defined and exist, but a majority of the data should be present in the metadata for each file to complete it.
This is the initial spec of the .meta-json format.
Edward A. Brzostowicz, Jr., of Dublin, passed away on Saturday, September 29, 2018, in Grand View Hospital, West Rockhill Township. He was 63.
He was the husband of Crystal B. Hessler.
Born in Buffalo, New York, he was the son of the late Edward A.,Sr. and Florence (Winkowski) Brzostowicz.
Mr. Brzostowicz was a U. S. Army veteran, having served two tours of duty during the Vietnam War.
He had been employed in computer systems management.
An avid outdoorsman, Ed had loved hunting, fishing, and gardening. He was, particularly, a bonsai enthusiast.
In addition to his wife, Ed is survived by his two sons, Christian Brzostowicz and Michael Norman Brzostowicz; three grandchildren, Kaitlynd, Gabriella, and Christian; two great-grandchildren, Janek and Paxton; and his sister, Marsha Tavernier, and her husband, Ronald.
All services will be private.
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Sources:
https://steeleyfuneralhome.com/book-of-memories/3622765/Brzostowicz-Jr-Edward-A/service-details.php
https://www.bonsainut.com/threads/grimlore-is-no-longer-with-us.35673/
Duncan L. Swartz Jr.,54, of 282 Forest Ave., Jamestown, died Sunday (June 28, 2015) in the WCA Hospital.
He was born in Jamestown on October 29, 1960 the son of Duncan Swartz Sr., Frewsburg and the late Patricia Constantine Swartz.
He was a self employed carpenter and previously worked as a welder at the former Blackstone. He was also employed at Matco Tools, Phoenix Metal, Crawford Furniture and Superior Bat Turnings.
He served in the US Navy. He was loved by his family.
Duncan is survived by his former wife, Joyce Frye, Jamestown, four children, Tonya (Joseph) Spallino, Jason (Julie) Swartz, Amanda (Joshua) Williams, Jamestown, Brian Swartz, Falconer, a nephew that he raised, Kenneth Patterson, Buffalo step mother, Clara Swartz, Frewsburg, nine grandchildren, seven step grandchildren, a brother, Robert Swartz (Cheryl Steams), Jamestown, a sister, Norine Cramer, Lakewood, step sisters, Tracey Johnson, Frewsburg and Wanda (Chris) Allen, Buffalo. Several nieces and nephews also surive.
He was preceded in death by a granddaughter, Aaleigha Swartz, a brother, Daniel Swartz and two sisters, Crystal Gessey and Rebecca Parkhurst.
A funeral service will be held at 3:00 p.m. Thursday, July 2, 2015 in the Hubert Funeral Home and Cremation Services. The Rev. Hope Furlow, will officiate. Friends will be received for two hours prior to the funeral service.
You can send a condolence to the family by visiting www.hubertfuneralhome.com.
Sourced from: https://hubertfuneralhome.com/tribute/details/340/Duncan-Swartz/obituary.html
A lot of things happened on the day that I died. Many things changed The whole world bustled with energy as it always does. The appointments that were so important were left unattended on the day of my death. All of the plans that I made will never come to fruition. The calendar that has rules my days and nights for years will no longer be relevant at all. All of my material possessions that I pined for and guarded will be up for the taking to those who want them, or will carelessly be thrown aside. My critics can no longer hurt me, and their harsh words will never cause me undue pain again. The arguments I won that gave me such a sense of satisfaction no longer bring solace or comfort. I no longer rush to answer all of the urgent notification beeps of texts and calls and emails. Their gravity is forever ebbed. All of the regrets I wasted so many sleepless nights on are forever where they should have always been – firmly placed in the past. The worries about the size of my waist, my thinning hair and the deepening wrinkles on my face are gone. The image of myself I so desperately wanted others to have is a mirage; they now have to complete it themselves anyhow. My reputation, flawless and so worked for, is of little concern. All those things both big and small that caused me such anxiety and so many sleepless nights are now obscured. The mystifying questions about life and death and what it all means were at one clarified. All of this and more came true, on the day I departed this earth. For all of this that has come to pass, there is still more things that will occur. There will be those people who truly knew and love me who will now grieve with the pain of my passing. They now suffer a new void. They have been beaten by fate. They will feel unwilling to accept that my time has come. A part of them was stolen from them on the day I died. And what they will wish for more than anything on that day, is to be able to spend just one more day with me in it. I know this, for I myself have grieved over the loss of those I have loved. And because I have mourned, I will try to remember that time is previous. It is finite. It is fleeting. It must not be wasted. For this reason, I ask that you not place materials before moments. I ceased worrying about those things which are beyond my control. All of those things that seem to matter so much, don’t. Do not let them compete for you attention or go against those things that truly do matter, those moments and people that allow you to actually live while you are alive. Do not be robbed of the joy you deserve. Spend your energy on those who make you feel alive, who want to spend their precious time with you. Dance with them before it is too late. Do not waste the daylight any longer in the previous days before the one in which your life ends. Don’t keep giving your life to all that seem to matter, because when you die and are gone from this earth, that stuff won’t matter at all. Yes, I have left this world behind and one day, so shall you. But before you do, live each day like it is the first, last and best day you’ll ever have.
Source: 20180922-Remembering-Anna.pdf