Found at King and Portland, Toronto.

(Continuation of Why I Love Linux)

1. Need to make a quick ISO image of your CD or DVD?
   dd if=/dev/cdrom of=/tmp/output.iso
2. Your minion co-worker is leaving the office for an alleged 5 minutes, you believe David he is a liar and need to prove him wrong? time read in your nearest terminal, then hit ctrl+d whenever he’s back, and tada, instant stopwatch.
3. Need to SSH but don’t feel like using ol’ cd and ls? Fire up KDE’s fish:// protocol and SSHing is the same as browsing your local files. Even edit things in-place.
4. You’re doing something long and CPU-intensive in a terminal but you feel like playing a game that needs said CPU? ctrl+z to pause the process, do your thing, then fg to resume.
5. Need to make a quick backup of something and too lazy to type it twice? cp foo{,.bak} is equivalent to cp foo foo.bak. Great for those /super/long_paths/that\ everyone.dreads.
6. Bonus Super-Useful Alias: alias p='ps aux | grep -i'. Need to check if your rogue daemon process is still alive? p foo

Much of this was written about a year ago and I never got around to posting it. Yay for agelessness of Linux.

Excuse my lack of updates for September. It was a month monopolized by being on trips and recuperating from trips, and then going on more trips.

In early September, I ventured to the steady-weathered California and visited San Francisco with a side dish of Mountain View. Free Google food was had by all, as well as fun. This trip was well-documented on Facebook with plenty of incriminating, yet inspiring, photos and videos.

As I write this, I am in Italy. I departed on Sept. 30th, and so far I’ve lodged in Venice, Florence, and Rome. I’ve also spent enjoyable hours in Milan, Siena, Pisa, Pompei, and Naples for pit stops, wine tastings, and guided tours.

Many pictures were taken and further documentation will be presented on this here blog upon my arrival to my beloved Toronto. I miss you, Toronto. I miss your delicious food with reasonable prices and free washrooms. I miss being huddled by immigrants — at least they usually shower (unlike the throngs of tourists here). When I get back, I’m going to go out and hug somebody.

For now, you may indulge in this lolpigeon: