Chaosplay

I translated this poem in my freshman year for my English class:

This is world of miracles for you.
But for me this is the world of accidents.

The world of fantasies is poor.
But poorer is the world of birth and death.

It is no wonder that your sight will change everything.
The world of possibilities is calling you.

I found it in one of my backup, I figure I will repost on new blog.

I took these steps to set up Pentaho BI on Windows Box.

1. Download Pentaho BI Pre-Configured Installation from http://www.pentaho.org/download/ga.php
2. Install JDK5.
3. Open C:\pentaho-demo\pentaho-solutions\system\publisher_config.xml. Add a password for publishing reports between password
4. Delete all folders expect reporting under C:\pentaho-demo\pentaho-solutions\samples.
5. Delete all .xaction and .properties files under reporting.
6. Copy JDBC driver for your database under C:\pentaho-demo\jboss\server\default\lib. I used Oracle 10g driver, it is called ojdbc.jar.
7. Edit .jsp file to change the look of default Pentaho website under C:\pentaho-demo\jboss\server\default\deploy\pentaho.war\jsp\.
8. Add path to your JDK directory in start-pentaho.bat located under C:\pentaho-demo. For example: set JAVA_HOME=C:\Program Files\Java\jdk1.5.0_11
9. Double click on start-pentaho.bat.
10. Go back to C:\pentaho-demo\jboss\server\default\deploy\pentaho.war\WEB-INFââ?¬Â and open web.xml. Search for base-url and add your server’s ip. For example,

base-url

http://0.0.0.0:8080/pentaho/

1. Now you should be able to publish reports to Pentaho using Report Wizard or Report Designer.
2. Once you publish report, you will need to go to C:\pentaho-demo\jboss\server\default\deploy and open newly created data source file named something like ???????-ds.xml.
3. If your database is Oracle you will need to change driver class property to <driver-class>oracle.jdbc.driver.OracleDriver
4. And your newly published report should be accessible via Pentaho now.
5. Good Luck!

I was,
And I am.
So shall I be, to the end of time,
For I am without end.

I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and
taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh
to the circle of light on high.
Yet behold me a captive of matter.
I have hearkened to the teachings of Confucius,
and listened to the wisdom of Brahma, and sat
beside the Buddha beneath the tree of knowledge.
Behold me now contending with ignorance and
unbelieving.

I was upon Sinai when the Lord showed Himself
to Moses. By the Jordan I beheld the Nazarene’s
miracles. In Medina I heard the words of the
Apostle of Arabia.

Behold me now a prisoner of doubt.
I have seen Babylon’s strength and Egypt’s glory
and the greatness of Greece. My eyes cease not
upon the smallness and poverty of their works.
I have sat with the witch of Endor and the priests
of Assyria and the prophets of Palestine, and I cease
not to chant the truth.

I have learned the wisdom that descended on
India, and gained mastery over poetry that welled
from the Arabian’s heart, and hearkened to the
music of people from the West.
Yet am I blind and see not; my ears are stopped
and I do not hear.

I have borne the harshness of unsatiable
conquerors, and felt the oppression of tyrants and the
bondage of the powerful.
Yet am I strong to do battle with the days.
All this have I heard and seen, and I am yet a
child. In truth shall I hear and see the deeds of
youth, and grow old and attain perfection and
return to God.

I was,
And I am.
So shall I be, to the end of time,
For I am without end.

…so I was talking to this guy who is really religious and takes religion literally. His religion says that the earth is flat and he actually believes it. He was trying to convince me that the earth is flat. So this is what he said:

“I know the earth is round but its like the coin. We say coin is round but if you look at coin from the side, its flat. Therefore, the earth is flat.”

I couldn’t say anything else.

So easy to ping in .net…

using System.Net.NetworkInformation;

private string pingHost(String hostip)
{
Ping pingSender = new Ping();
PingReply reply = pingSender.Send(hostip);
String str;
if (reply.Status == IPStatus.Success)
{
str = “”. Host is up”";
str += “”, Address: “” + reply.Address.ToString();
str += “”, RoundTrip time: “” + reply.RoundtripTime + “” ms.”";
}
else
str = “”. Host is down.”";
return str;
}

This poem was written by my Favorite poet Alama Iqbal. I translated it for a class during my freshman year at HCCC.

“The view up here is the same as ever.
We are tired of shining and shining.

Our work is to walk, day and night.
Walk and walk and walk forever.

Everything in this universe is anxious.
Peace, whatever it is, does not exist.

Everything is being tortured by time.
Stars, man, trees, rocks, Everything.

Will this journey ever end?
Will we ever see our destination?”

“My friends,” replied the moon,
“O travelers in the field of the night.

Life happens because of the movement.
This is the old culture of this universe.

Time’s horse flies.
Because it is hit by the lash of desires.

On this path, it is not possible to stop.
Because death is hidden within rest.

Those who struggled have left us behind.
And those who slept are crushed.

The end of this journey is true beauty.
It begins with true love and ends with true beauty.”

I was surprised that people are using my photos in their projects… it makes me feel proud.

Check this out you have to wait for slideshow to display my photo… it looks like this:

You can also see this photo at sxc.hu. You can also see rest of my photos at sxc.hu here.

And this photo:

was used here.

Great work Kerbi and Marcel!!!

small ship, radiant sky, originally uploaded by n+s.

You are neither for this earth nor for that sky.
The world is for you; you are not for the the world.

This garden is the place for pain and prayer.
Not for picking flowers or for building a nest.

How long will you stay in the Ravi, Nile, and Farat?
Your ship was built for endless oceans.

It was nothing, what we have made it.
We made it more, just for our fantasies.

Cool Breeze – by Amer

in this hot desert heat
you were a cool breeze

gone in a moment just as you came
leaving me behind to wonder if you will ever return

to mess up my hair
to touch my thristy lips softly

you were a sweet dream
vanished with the stars in the morning

leaving me to wake up in the blinding sunlight
to look for a shade where there are no trees

you were a beautiful song
which i cannot hear anymore in this noise

i tired dancing to you
but there was no floor

a wish which cannot be fullfilled, a desire which will never die
my hope was in vain but i held on to it.

you were a magic happened in a blink of an eye
just as a shooting star disappears in the night sky

you were a poem written with an ink
on paper left in the rain, washed away before I could read

In the presence of the Beloved, a Lover recalled his ordeals:
“For you, I suffered all horrors in a long war.
Wealth has gone, and strength, and reputation;
because of my love
For you, many, many miseries have attacked me.
Not one dawn found me laughing, not one evening calm.”
Everything that he had tasted of desolation and despair
The Lover told his Beloved, detail by detail, point by point.
And not from revenge at all: he was only offering
A hunderd clear testimonies to the reality of his passion.
The Beloved replied, “Yes, you did suffer all those things.
But open your eyes wide now, and listen very carefully:
You have not accomplished at all what is the root of the root
Of love and fidelity; what you have done is only the branches.”
The Lover cried out: “Tell me, then, what is this root?”
Beloved replied: “to die to yourself and to be anihilated.”
“You did all the rest, ” Beloved added, “but still you are not dead.”
At once the Lover prostrated himself and gave up his soul.
Like the rose, he gave up his life, laughing and rejoicing,
And this laughter stayed with him, like a gift, for eternity.

—from Andrew Harvey’s book: Light upon Light