Setting up local DNS (BIND) on OS X Tiger

November 27, 2006

Slow DNS servers are one of the banes of my existence. If the DNS server your ISP hands you is slow, then everything is slow — web pages that should come up in a fraction of a second take minutes to load as every little item and doo-dad on them that comes from different domains (ads, google-analytics, flickr pics, etc.) takes its own sweet time to look up.

Normally I don’t put up with it, and I usually have some box or another on my local network running a DNS server to make things come up quick and crispy.

Unfortunately, the other day I ended up re-purposing the current DNS box to do other things, which I immediately regretted once I sat back down at my MacBook Pro.

Around then the clue fairy happened to drop by and remind me that OS X is Unix, and it should be trivial to get a nameserver running on it.

Well, it turned out to be less than trivial, but not by a great degree.
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Rooibos: Regular Rooibos tea vs. Green Rooibos tea

March 19, 2004

ROOIBOS TEA has taken the world by storm. Both fermented and unfermented Rooibos tea are primarily sold as a health drink however, it is also used as a raw material in the cosmetic industry. Green Rooibos Tea is the unfermented version of Rooibos Tea and it has a lighter, fruitier taste than regular Rooibos tea. Rooibos tea lacks the astringent taste of normal tea and green tea.

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Bound to joy

May 30, 2003

“The Yeti”: (on his new site, and with a much more readable font!), in his own inimitable way, opines that “one major problem with relationships”: today is that many women are caught in a dichotomy of wanting “chivalry” and yet wanting to resent it if they get it.

I think he’s got a serious point, at least as regards many women.  Of course, the gate swings both ways—a lot of men are just as confused and resentful over this whole mess. 

Trying to “make someone happy” is just as futile and frustrating as “waiting to be made happy”.  Both spring from a concept of trying to find something externally that only happens internally.

Reminds me of the story about the guy one night who came upon a drunk on his hands and knees under a streetlight, looking around frantically…

“What are you looking for?”

“I dropped my contact lens”

(much mutual futile searching ensues)

“Okay, let’s try this differently – where _exactly_ did you drop it?”

“About a half a block that way.”

“So why are you looking here?”

“The light’s better here.”


He who Binds Himself to a Joy

Does the winged life destroy

He who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in Eternity’s sunrise

— _William Blake_

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