Tim

Tim is a developer in Nashville who likes to eat and break stuff.

Where do I go?

There’s a new street that goes on as far as the eye can see, but the eye cannot see far but for the fog that chokes the faint light from the street lamps. You can’t see that the street goes on for miles but you trust that it does. Why wouldn’t it? You’ve been told it does. Seeing is believing but you can still believe what you cannot see, and you cannot see the street through the fog.

But nonetheless there is a street. It’s quiet, dark, and cold. If I look left, I can see my house. Well, I think it is my house. It sure looks like my house. But the house to my right looks like my house, too. In fact every house looks exactly like my house. Yet, when I walk inside every house that looks like my house it is most decidedly not my house. So now I find myself looking down the street I cannot see at house after house that looks like my house that is not my house.

But I am told that one of them is my house. I just have to keep looking down the street I cannot see.

Setting Up a Networked Time Machine Server in 2020

Alternative title: “How I Wasted Five Hours of my Life Doing Something That Should Have Been Really Simple”.

A few months ago, my original Apple AirPort Time Capsule, purchased October 2009, finally bit the dust. The original 1TB hard disk drive built into the network router + wireless access point + file share server device succumbed to its age. 11 years in tech years is basically 111 years, after all.

As sad as it was to lose the oldest working piece of tech I owned (along with all my historical snapshots), I had been mentally prepared for the inevitability and what the next steps were.

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How To Playoff: The College Football Playoff is Fundamentally Broken

College Football is simply the greatest sport in America[citation needed]. It’s silly, wondrous, filled with passion, thrilling, riddled with scandal, “not for profit” wink wink, and occasionally has some of the greatest stories of raw, unadulterated pettiness that belongs in a yet-to-be-established Non-Fiction Hall of Shame.

And yet we as a civilized society cannot come to a consensus on how to figure out a champion.

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