In part 1 I discussed how these days Linux Live CDs usually come with a prebuilt disk image of the distro which is simply copied over to the hard disk during installation. (The “old” method was to rpm/dpkg-install the packages which is much more time-consuming). However my first test wasn’t very successful because I was using the “cp” command to copy files.

Anaconda (the Fedora installer) is smarter than this. It “dd”s the prebuilt disk image to the hard disk and then uses an ext2/3/4 utility called resize2fs to expand it to the correct size.

I changed the previous guestfish script to take this approach.

The new/Anaconda approach is much faster. Our total time is down from over 18 minutes to 2½ minutes (approximately 2 minutes for the “dd”, 2 seconds for the resize2fs, and the rest of the time taken doing the partitioning and LVM creation).

Unfortunately we have to leave Ubuntu behind at this point. Ubuntu ships with a squashfs, and I’m not aware of any way to turn this into an ext3 partition efficiently (except to use “cp” which we showed in part 1 was very slow). The new script only works with Fedora Live CD ISOs.

The new script is after the cut.

#!/bin/bash -

function usage ()
{
    echo "virt-prebuilt.sh live.iso disk.img size"
    echo "  where 'live.iso' is a Fedora Live ISO"
    echo "        'disk.img' is the target disk image"
    echo "        'size' is the target size in Gigabytes"
    exit 1
}

if [ $# -ne 3 ]; then
    usage
fi

# Work out size of target LV.
target_boot_mb=200
target_lv_mb=$(($3 * 1024 - $target_boot_mb - 128))

# Run guestfish.
time \
guestfish -x -a "$1" <<EOF
# The source ISO will be /dev/sda.  The target drive will be /dev/sdb.
alloc "$2" "$3G"
run

# Get to the packed ext3 filesystem.
mkmountpoint /t
mount-ro /dev/sda /t
mkmountpoint /tt
mount-loop /t/LiveOS/squashfs.img /tt

# Make a separate /boot partition on the target disk.
sfdiskM /dev/sdb ",$target_boot_mb ,"
mkfs ext3 /dev/sdb1

# Make the root LV.
pvcreate /dev/sdb2
vgcreate vg_live /dev/sdb2
lvcreate lv_live vg_live $target_lv_mb

# Copy the packed filesystem to the root LV and resize.
time dd /tt/LiveOS/ext3fs.img /dev/vg_live/lv_live
time resize2fs /dev/vg_live/lv_live

# Mount the root filesystem and copy /boot to /dev/sdb1
mkmountpoint /root
mount /dev/vg_live/lv_live /root
mkmountpoint /boot
mount /dev/sdb1 /boot
glob cp-a /root/boot/* /boot
df-h

# Unmount everything and exit.
unmount /root
unmount /boot
unmount /tt
unmount /t

echo Done.
EOF

Anaconda doesn’t just do a straight copy, it also does a whole lot of munging of the filesystem afterwards, including replacing /etc/fstab and rebuilding the initramfs. The script above avoids that so you can only boot it in qemu using an external -kernel and -initrd.

I think this technique is promising. It certainly sounds wonderful to “stamp out” new distro installs in a minute or two. But …

1. Distributions would all have to start shipping filesystem images.
2. Distro-specific munging would have to be kept to an absolute minimum.
3. Get rid of initramfs’s that contain hard-coded details about the specific platform on which they boot (a very good idea in general IMHO).

In part 3 I’m going to compare how this approach compares to others: virt-install, manual installation, kickstart, cobbler, debootstrap and ubuntu-vm-builder.

Previously I took a look at unpacking Fedora and Ubuntu live CDs to find out what’s inside them and to ask the question can we use the prebuilt filesystem image that these live CDs contain to quickly create a Fedora or Ubuntu “all-defaults” virtual machine?

This is my first attempt, and it’s not successful, but it does demonstrate a large and interesting guestfish script doing a non-trivial amount of work.

This script:

1. mounts the prebuilt filesystem from either a Fedora or Ubuntu live CD
2. creates a disk image with a 200 MB /boot partition and a single / (root) logical volume covering the remainder of the disk
3. uses the cp -a command to recursively copy the prebuilt filesystem to the disk

Where it fails is that “cp” isn’t very fast. On my local machine it took 18 minutes to copy all the files across, which means this isn’t a practical “instant install” method. (I didn’t in the end try to boot the final disk image).

In part 2 this week, I’ll look at the approach that anaconda takes: It dd’s the disk image and then runs resize2fs on it to expand it into the available space.

In part 3 I’ll compare this approach to others: virt-install, manual installation, kickstart, cobbler, debootstrap and ubuntu-vm-builder.

The script itself follows after the cut:

#!/bin/bash -

function usage ()
{
    echo "virt-prebuilt.sh live.iso disk.img size"
    echo "  where 'live.iso' is a Fedora or Ubuntu Live ISO"
    echo "        'disk.img' is the target disk image"
    echo "        'size' is the target size in Gigabytes"
    exit 1
}

if [ $# -lt 3 ]; then
    usage
fi

# Make the commands to unpack the ISO.
# See:
# http://rwmj.wordpress.com/2009/11/21/looking-closer-at-fedora-ubuntu-live-cds
case $(basename $1) in
    ubuntu-*.iso)
	mount_cmds="
mkmountpoint /t1
mount-ro /dev/sda /t1
mkmountpoint /fs
mount-loop /t1/casper/filesystem.squashfs /fs
"
	;;
    Fedora-*Live.iso)
	mount_cmds="
mkmountpoint /t1
mount-ro /dev/sda /t1
mkmountpoint /t2
mount-loop /t1/LiveOS/squashfs.img /t2
mkmountpoint /fs
mount-loop /t2/LiveOS/ext3fs.img /fs
"
	;;
    --help|-help)
	usage
	;;
    *)
	echo "$1: unknown ISO image type (must be Ubuntu or Fedora ISO)"
	usage
esac

# Work out size of target LV.
target_boot_mb=200
target_lv_mb=$(($3 * 1024 - $target_boot_mb - 128))

# Run guestfish.
guestfish -x -a "$1" <<EOF
# The source ISO will be /dev/sda.  The target drive will be /dev/sdb.
alloc "$2" "$3G"
run

# This mounts up the ISO filesystem on /fs
$mount_cmds

echo fstab on target:
cat /fs/etc/fstab

# Make a separate /boot partition on the target disk.
sfdiskM /dev/sdb ",$target_boot_mb ,"
mkmountpoint /target
mkfs ext3 /dev/sdb1

# Make the root LV.
pvcreate /dev/sdb2
vgcreate vg_live /dev/sdb2
lvcreate lv_live vg_live $target_lv_mb
mkfs ext3 /dev/vg_live/lv_live

# Mount up the target disks.
mount /dev/vg_live/lv_live /target
mkdir /target/boot
mount /dev/sdb1 /target/boot

# Copy everything across.
time cp-a /fs /target

unmount /target
-unmount /fs
-unmount /t2
-unmount /t1

echo Done.
EOF

the bag-carried charms of lonely school-girls

blue crushed dreams drowned at noon-day

vented fortunes melted and re-created

morphed laughters reflected in a magenta pool

shadowy remains of the over-large green lantern

vultured skulls swinging by their guitar strings

music honeyed lions pondering the dancing stars

there a stare – here a smile – everywhere death

paper-thin mannequins feasting on shrimp salads

oceanic largesses buttoned and stored sideways

sun-dried tomatoes drank with overmuch salt

zion led saints proportioning those fairly decked nuns

swing crushed remains – the bread cracks of yore

the vegan induced convulsions of some carnivore

emperor dreamed lords dressed in nakedness

street whispered symphonies overtaken with sun-dried laughters

slithering oysters wrestling with some stranded toe

darling buds gnashing their teeth as they gently kiss those receding winds

suffocated wedding bands recalling past conquests

suffused pleasures desiring a proper vessel

the sweaty palms of boys chained in boarding schools

green sullied roof tops laced in brown jacaranda leaves

death masked violins overran with a craving for strings

there be but a remainder of mats – herded feet whistling their displeasure

overmuch excitement – the sure emblem of lovers at war

gloried bosoms rounder than the fairest august apple

middle apportioned fortunes starved of the seasons fallings

i pose a conundrum – suppose i cared

those circular yearning s teasing the pathetic fortunes of our failings

trombone led bands cowering beneath flute dresses

museum honeyed murals of masters unknown

leather clobbered loins remained upon the chiefest lizard cliffs

shop stewed beans rustling in their metal prisons

willows distantly dancing a fresh of the flowing muds

the punished sounds of choirs hanged at dawn

boot driven passions remained on a plastic plate

a loose lip here – a shoe there – everywhere death

numidian mushrooms sheltered beneath kilimanjaros shoulders

kissed birds overcome with grief

the booked imaginings of shy pupils giggling in rain

pampered lobsters sunbathing in their coffins

oiled thighs standing erect besides michelangelo’s david

yellow scented lusts of husbands given over to theatre

comedy driven longings – the perpendicular stares of wronged lover

the karoo streams – kalahari basins – toureg chants – gorgon encampments

they all be but simple venison servings

table laid charms bottled in salt

how fair are those dancing bears – even the same fur-less devils

suspended aloft that soon disappearing iceberg

night stars rushing purposefully to their deaths

sychellian crustaceans wallowing in grief

the bushveld  tropics leaning gently upon fair mozambique’s cheeks

soon-approaching monsoons announcing their arrival in himalayan chants

train hurried suns murmuring for a lack of attention

the haired touching of lovers stranded at and in the sea

easterly badlands housed in some papal estate

toe-tugged yearnings elegantly decked in straw skirts

of epher’s children – salute them with a gentle tug in either direction

craven red shoes seated upright in some rainy mud hut

of mau mau and his abandoned harlots – whistle only and touch not

burning forests housed wholly in her mouth

olympian straits considered and rejected

righteousness forced upon unwilling saints – they chose sin instead

snow-covered churches overcome with laughter

coat pocketed jealousies of rivals resorting to righteousness – dueling

scorched lands immigrating downward and into hell

cherry scented mustangs awash in fresh aloe

dew carried feet refusing the flung serving of fresh boots

the remaining african horn fed to the nomadics of eritrea

diseased waters bottled and sent to epher’s descendants

soap deprived ankles painted in valley yellow

dark suns prejudiced at the sight of blue oranges

suited bullfrogs desiring an audience with the priest

mournful dirges of some tragic anthem lorded over the plains

serengeti woodlands teaming with overmuch grasshoppers

lateral – dental – palatial

the rice grown hatreds of aphrite’s rude cousins

millet rinsed touchings of loves and lovers clothed in burnings

sight condemned ancients rehearsing their final movements

hurried motionings of sharks harpooned at the high deserts

drunk instructors condemned to the wine cellars

drought moustaches grown arrogant with the occasional brush

ankle dipped hands dancing on freshly painted ceilings

roman centurions sheepishly waiting upon the priests

the back covered lashes of whips crying at dawn

zebra teethed lions lying sideways – the feed was much

meditating monks nightly preaching patience as they doubt its efficacy

rib jointed searchings of parents transfixed upon some tragic statute

guitar stringed understandings of lovers soon to be loosened

hurricane gales refusing freely gifted medications – they instead desire destruction

church chimed machinations – the loud shadows of sarcadortal hems

leather-covered sweaters speaking of soon returning father abraham

marsh covered bibles resurrected to their mournful parents

papered lips pretending to care yet found out

fortuned souls buried in moses’ bosoom

piano starved school children emaciated and in need of fresh cassava

drunk pilgrims desecrating their holy places

curses courtiers given over to overindulgence

pleasured hips forgetting how to dress

earth abused servants despising their hoes

equator neglected bears doubly aggrieved

polluted musics distilled in yellow barley

tomato crushed dreams of lovers separated by war

tributaries of untamed passions spewing from eva’s bosom

tribal instincts of mothers caressing their pops – confused loves

crucified sailors condemned for purity of passions

the yellow ribbons circling about in their blue trousers

bus driven fears of known futures

boiled mannequins cascading in sheltered rage

the oiled ankles of lovers destined to fail

teaming marshes pregnant with the anticipation of your impending hanging

what would shylock do

such purity contained in those unassuming holy loins

not a penny more or less

the weighty pendulums of earthly expectations placed shoulderwise

upon such lowly flesh – pray for his rich poverty

freely consider the run – jonah did

circular chains layered outwardly upon her cheeks

wandering stares of the decomposing tortoise

craged backs of prisoners rejoicing at the sight of a whip

unseemly lovings of the nile priests

snow married rains competing for the mastery

roaming preachers begging for fresh underwear

any recall the simple pleasures of death

hyacinth troubled waters refusing to suffocate

consider the daffodils and their fair cousins – the black mamba

following – continue your runnings

street dancing muses overtaken with giggling willows

haggard poets taking up whistling

layered burnings of victims returned from their nightly flames

the bleached denials of lovers untrained in the art – of lying

caressed lips of saints hanged and burned by the eclipse

green creeks snaking around eva’s proud towers

ever populated with the bagged trifles of smiles sealed and delivered

expected rains falling only the honest sinners

touch not but freely reach

the flasked remains of wars forced upon the innocent

dirt condemned shoulders praying for rain

honeyed nights scribing the moanful chants of reunited lovers

built ruins of some ancient king – god

boot-straped cowboys jeaned and straightwith saddled

onion ringed stairs of pilgrims unfurling their carpets in prayer

stoned devils loosened on an unassuming friday afternoon

the shamelessly chanted charms of choirs rehearsing compassion

free range grains frustrated at the sight of a sickle

garden manufactured sandals covered in cassava peelings

the red vases of fortunes’ train soon approaches

temple plundered riches housed in some temple

boat driven suspenders tugging the wily doe

arabian summers spend it hibernation

square run destinies married to music slithered hands

love-worn seagulls taking up residence on greenland’s beaches

the pilgrim stares of submerged penguins

superfluous gains of tormentors destined to burn

collected unicorns aimlessly peddling their air cycles

terrace covered nakedness of summers spent at the arctic

zerubabel conducted symphonies arrested by the passing eclipse

the retrograde joys of past loves recalled in regret

of pains  known and grown out of – try harder

vase-shaped frustrations – even the same man nurtured

sandals of ambitions dead at birth

any care pass along the rope – how make you a proper noose

how sweet the contradiction daily raping humanity

baleful mourns of innocence hushed in the still of the night

bewildered stares fixed upon the priestly robes of the temple vultures

scavengers given over to overmuch prayer – before consuming their flesh

teeth mapped meats shaking with fear

with love and for love yet always serving self

hades scented saints marching triumphantly towards their sabbath pews

those proper passions gently housed in some harlots bosom

care consider her kind

rude awakenings of skirts hugged one upon another

round fingers – the meandering coins emblazoned with sea fortunes

sword kissed deaths transfixed upon some tragic mount

that they too desire to commune with father moses – any care find him

knee-nursed yearnings of some crawling pop

kettle-whispered lovings of mothers overcome with joy

loves journeyed in darkness only to be condemned by the searching light

some waffled longings of imprisoned cousins – twice removed

fortunes plundered and straightaway surrendered to mightier foes

watched yearnings of those round face anthills

care imitate the socialized hatreds of the sheppard

joyous singings at the news of the stranded winters upon the seas

today be the burial of some tragic figure – some son of three parents

scared remains of lovers burned in love – rather it be love that burned then -

or love caused these burnings – love burned them – in a word: they be dead

the dragon costumes singularly common yet without a mother

companies of soldiers bewailing their blood-muddied swords

pure-bred expectations of fathers married to daily runnings

parisian harlots – even those decadent damsels of notre dame

lamp lighted walkings of some painted corridor

symphonic laughters given over to overmuch prayers

recall the butterfly laced travels of righteous odysseus

the drought peopled apartments quietly screaming for chardonnay

touched purities of priests aggrieved in spirit yet glad in the flesh

palm lined libraries of cairo giddily seated adjacent jerusalem’s famous lamps

summer covered carpets laced with gerbera ferns

nightly runnings of forbidden lovers conspiring their next escapes

apostolic sureties of saint eva – blessed be her musical loins

poems collected in empty wooden wine skins

coerced laughters masked in the lying giggles of the anaconda

prayerful knees of the arabian monk wrestling with an empty sea shell

rehearsed returns of the blue women of the green lagoon

liberian tiles refusing their ordained marriages to cuban cements

any care hear of the loud shrills of the debauched crickets

plimsol expectations of princes ignored in plain sight

the returned piercings of lapped waters dancing in a great danes mouth

restrained sheep recalling their wild histories as dakota mustangs

of sacrifices a dove yet wholly unrepentant

rosy mornings carried in an empty jar

that the sistine chapel was erected by a harlot – aye even eva

that most righteous and upwardly decked saint of the weeping sheets

known of most for her convulsing inducing hands

virgin pilgrims remained upon their store-bought piety

some raisin cured yawns of the whited sepulchers housing her blessed remains

glass layered centuries of accusations returned and loosened

sweet-honeyed chirpings of the wooly mammoth

crane-spoted hyenas jumping rope in the serengeti plains

crowned turtles desiring the company of boiling lobsters

any recall the tearful repentances of proud nabucco

slaves become masters and enslaving their fellow slaves

how that in running – they instead lost themselves

have a care

Un fotografía que muestra a una serpiente de 55 pies de longitud (16.764 m) en un bosque de China se ha convertido en una sensación en la net. Fue originalmente publicada en un hilo en People’s Daily, el periódico oficial del Partido Comunista de China. La publicación afirmaba que en la imagen se mostraba una de las dos grandes boas encontradas por taladores de bosques que se abrían paso para la construcción de un nuevo camino a las afueras de la ciudad Guping, provincia de Jiangxi.

Al parecer, las serpientes fueron descubiertas cuando se intentaba remover un gran montículo de tierra. “En la tercera excavación el operador de la maquina se encontró con manchas de sangre en el suelo y en la cuarta descubrió a las dos serpientes”. Afirma el post.

“Al mismo tiempo otra gigante boa dorada apareció con la boca abierta. El conductor se paralizo del miedo, mientras que los otros trabajadores corrieron asustados por su vida”.

“Cuando los trabajadores regresaron, las boas heridas habían muerto, mientras que la otra había desaparecido. El operador de la excavadora estaba tan impresionado que ni siquiera podía mantenerse en pie”. Afirmaron que durante su traslado al hospital sufrió un ataque al corazón y murió mas tarde.

Las serpientes muertas miden 55 pies (16.7m) de largo, pesan 300 kg y se estima en 140 años su antigüedad.

Sin embargo, funcionarios del gobierno local en Guiping dicen que la historia y la fotografía son falsas pues ese tipo de serpientes no son endémicas del lugar.

Nicko & Joe...

It started as a way of passing time at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in 2005. In between their stand-up comedy routines Nicko and Joe would raid some of Edinburgh’s finest charity shops in a bid to find the worst films ever made. What began as two people yelling at the TV soon spread and by the end of the Fringe their living room had become their own version of a packed-out cinema.

Bad Film Club has created a place where likeminded folk can gather to celebrate the guilty joy that is a good bad movie and re-create that living room atmosphere of a night in with friends.

Armed only with their wit and their laser pointers the duo take you on a journey through bad plot lines, terrible dialogue, awful acting and some of the worst special effects known to man. And all the while they provide a live DVD style commentary just in case you missed the worst bits.

Shark Attack 3...

Previous screenings of films so bad they’re good have included Snowbeast, Firestorm, Die Hard 2: Die Harder, Grease 2, Anaconda, Frankenfish, Jaws 4, Strip To Kill, Water Torture, Freaks, Diary of A Sex Addict and Shark Attack 3…

Nicko and Joe’s Bad Film Club is hosted by Chapter Arts Centre in Cardiff on the first Sunday of every month, but also takes place in Independent cinemas around the UK, including London’s Barbican Centre and Royal Observatory and Edinburgh’s Mercat and Pleasance Dome.

I spoke to Nicko and asked her a few questions to give you an insight into the world of Bad Film Club…

What prompted you to start the Bad Film Club?

“It was boredom really.  We were up in Edinburgh doing our other show (we started out doing music and comedy) and when you’re only working for an hour a day you have a lot to do with your time, especially as we were sponsored that year and so had even less of a reason to get out of bed.  So we would spend our days hunting around charity shops and second hand DVD stores finding terrible movies, go back to the flat and watch them as we shouted stuff at the screen.  By the end of the fringe there were more people in our flat watching us watching movies than there were in our actual show.  S0 we thought we’d give it a go.”

Snowbeast is the next film is to shown at Chapter...

You host the Bad Film Club in various venues across the UK. Which is your favourite venue, if any?

“We will always love Cardiff’s Chapter Arts Centre because they gave us our first shot; a brilliant man called Tony Whitehead who died a short time ago took a chance on us and for that we will always be grateful.  We love doing the Barbican Centre because it’s nice to think that as we’re showing Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus the Royal Philharmonic are somewhere else in the building performing at the same time.   We’ve also did a show at The Royal Observatory Planetarium this year and that was super sweet too.”

Have there been any particularly memorable screenings?

“Some have been memorable for the wrong reasons. But we did a gig just recently in Chipping Norton in this really quaint little old theatre that used to be a Salvation Army building.  The audience was made up, mostly, of women who were probably more used to Women’s Institute meetings than Jaws 4, however, it was one of the nicest shows we’ve done.  We then went to have a Thai meal and the restaurant was just a converted front room and contained some of the audience.”

Which film has had the best/worst reactions from an audience?

“People do let loose during the film club. Somebody rushed onto the stage during Grease 2 because they felt the urge to dance, we’ve had spoons thrown at us on stage with Peter Serafinowicz and Graham Linehan, I’ve been hit in the face with a giant shark lolly, somebody made a 17ft snake for Anaconda which was passed up and down the audience during the attack scenes. Our audiences are the strangest, nicest, coolest and most patient people you could ever meet.”

The duo take to the stage and perform stand-up comedy during the show...

Which film is scheduled to be shown next at Cardiff’s Chapter Arts Centre? And when will this be?

“I think the next film is our Christmas Special on December the 6th, which means free mince pies, crackers and chocolates along with the Stallone classic Daylight.”

“Well, people should head to Chapter because it’s a mondo rad venue that shows lots of different and interesting shows. As for coming to see Daylight, well they shouldn’t, they should stay at home on a Sunday night watching proper telly…However if you have a twisted need to feel disappointment and bewilderment, and love of watching integrity being lost at a rate of knots… come on down!”

To find out more about Bad Film Club, have a look at Nicko and Joe’s website here…

Nigel Marven has a new webosode thats available at the Croc Peninsula but since im updating I cant go watch it NOW but I will soon =).

for more info concerning the text above read below:

Hey everyone, we just released a new Nigel Marven webosode! Head on over to the Mochlodon Theater in the Croc Peninsula to watch Nigel’s latest adventure.

Nigel is as crazy as ever as he just walks into the swamp in search of an anaconda. I don’t know about you but a swamp is the last thing I would ever just wade into! Watching this video was giving me goosebumps.

Anyways, check it out if you haven’t already!

Summary:
anaconda-12.43
Installation Ok
firstboot ok

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = 1
i18n =  Nil
l10n = Nil

Detail:

Major Changes:
Removed package:
DeviceKit-disks-009-3.fc12 – #528909,#
abrt-0.0.11-1.fc12 – GUI improvements, UI: Wrong settings window is not shown behind,blacklisted nspluginwrapper,
anaconda-12.43-1.fc12 – #532612, #532737, #    527302,
fedora-release-12-1- Set up for Fedora 12
gdm-2.28.1-22.fc12 -Hide search entry
glibc-2.11-1 – update to 2.11 release, BZ#10312, BZ#10315, BZ#10319, BZ#10391, BZ#10425,
BZ#10540, BZ#10553, BZ#10564, BZ#10609, BZ#10692, BZ#10780,
BZ#10717, BZ#10784, BZ#10789, BZ#10847
kernel-2.6.31.5-115.fc12 – nouveau update,
nautilus-2.28.1-2.fc12 -
plymouth-0.8.0-0.2009.29.09.17.fc12 -
qemu-0.11.0-10.fc12
rhythmbox-0.12.5-8.fc12
xdg-user-dirs-0.11-2.fc12 – Use fuzzy translations (for Downloads)  (#532399)

Summary:
Added Packages: 2
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 31

Complete Rawhide Report

Bug (or expected Bug): Punjabi Translation is missing for network configuration
New Bug: Bug 533105 -  Display resolution is not correctly detected
Updated bug:
Closed Bug:

installation language: Punjabi (pa_IN)

install.log file error/warning:

install.log file warning: No

Machine:
AMD Phenom II + ATI 785 Chipset

Manaus, capital do Amazonas…Onde encontramos os rios Negro e Solimões!
Fuso Horário: – 1h
Tempo de Viagem SP – AM: Aproximadamente 5h de vôo.

Quem diria…Manaus….quando meu noivo me disse, vamos para Manaus…eu fiquei pensando: ‘O que eu farei naquele fim de mundo?’
Pesquisei no google a palavra ‘Manaus’ em imagens…e a primeira que veio é de um Hotel fantástico que tem lá…e eu comentei: ‘Só se for para ficar nesse hotel!’

Ele foi a trabalho…eu fui a passeio…e que passeio…Um lugar simplesmente maravilhoso…espetacular…o retrato do Brasil…
Muita coisa para ver e conhecer lá…para viver!

5 dias…ficaria uma vida por lá!!

E foi naquele hotel que ficamos…no 4º andar…em um quarto de frente para a piscina e o Rio Negro…

Primeiro dia: Um dia de madame, piscina o dia todo…um Sol de fritar ovo na cabeça…e o Noivo trabalhando!!! Jantar em um lugar muito legal…rodizio de tudo: carnes, massas, peixe…muito bom!

Segundo dia: Visitar uma empresa de manhã…piscina a tarde…e fomos ver o Encontro das Águas…é algo muito interessante…Rio Negro, o próprio nome já diz: A água é negra e quente…Solimões: uma água marrom barrenta e fria! E elas não se juntam…e fiquei embasbacada com isso…é demais!

A noite fomos conhecer o Teatro Amazonas…lindo o lugar!!!

Terceiro dia: Passeio de barco…Museu da Borracha…Ixi, é tanta coisa que fica dificil de escrever…Conhecemos as casas flutuantes e em uma dela vimos e pegamos um bicho preguiça, um periquito e uma cobra…que vivem com uma família nesse lugar. Almoçamos na beira do Rio Negro e nadamos nele também…muito quente a água…e limpa, por mais que não pareça por causa da cor. Vimos de perto, algo que eu achava que só existia nos livros de escola: Vitório Régia…
Conhecemos o Hotel onde foi filmado Anaconda…chama-se Ariaú Amazon Towers…simplesmente inusitado esse hotel…Por fora parece fuleiro…mas por dentro é demais…

Macacos…macacos que comem nas mãos de uma moradora do Hotel (para quem assiste Lost…ela parece a Rousseau). Me encantei com eles.

Assitimos a um ritual indigena…dança e música…lindo o que eles fazem. Os indiozinhos são lindos!!!

Mas o mais marcante de tudo…o mais ’sem palavras’ foi nadar com um Boto Cor de Rosa…a imagem vale mais que mil palavras:

A volta para o Hotel foi algo que eu nunca vi e jamais esquecerei…de barco pelo Rio Negro:
A minha frente e a direita eu via raios…muitos raios que pareciam sair da água…
A minha frente e a esquerda uma Lua Cheia redonda, brilhante e refletida no Rio…
Atrás de mim…O Pôr do Sol…o céu azul, rosa, laranja…algo indescritível…Só vendo para saber…

Nesse dia jantamos um peixe local (não me lembro qual agora) com molho de camarão…bom viu!!! E de sobremesa Creme de Cupuaçu (era esse né, Thi?)…bom também!!!

Quarto dia: Chovendo…mas nada que atrapalhasse nosso passeio…esse era o dia de ir embora…então logo cedo fomos conhecer o Zoo do CIGS (Centro de Instrução de Guerra na Selva). Varios bichos bonitos…mas os macacos são minha paixão..como eles são alegres e brincalhões e pestes…rs*

No aeroporto descobrimos que nosso vôo estava atrasado e não faria a escala prevista em Manaus…ou seja, teriamos que esperar outro vôo…e o outro era somente no dia seguinte…as 15h. Pois então…que venha o 5º dia.

Quinto dia: Ficamos (por conta da Gol) no Hotel ao lado do que estavámos anteriormente…ele é mais antigo, mais classico…aproveitamos para conhecer o Zoo que existe dentro do Hotel…bem menor…mas com bichos bonitos…e macacos claro! Aproveitamos a piscina…choveu bastante nesse dia, mas deu para aproveitar…

Volta para casa: Embarcamos no vôo das 15h. E vimos o Pôr do Sol de cima…sem palavras:

Manaus é um lugar quente e muito úmido por causa do Rio Negro…com bastante trânsito em horário de pico…mas é maravilhoso…
Um lugar que eu quero voltar com ainda mais tempo e fazer tudo que fiz e ainda mais.
Passear de Barco, assistir uma peça no Teatro Amazonas, voltar ao Ariaú, nadar com o Boto Cor de Rosa, estar perto dos macacos pestes, almoçar na beira do Rio Negro, passear por entre os Igarapés, passar em frente ao ensaio da Festa do Boi…Entre outras coisas…

Recomendo para aqueles que apreciam a natureza e acreditam que esse Brasil vai muito além…

Ê Brasilzão!!!

Nome do Filme: Anaconda 4

Nome Original: (Anaconda 4: Trail of Blood)
Tamanho: 823 Mb
Gênero: Ação / Ficção
Formato: AVI
Idioma: Português
Ano de Lançamento: 2009

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Summary:
anaconda-12.41
Installation Ok
firstboot ok

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = Nil
i18n =  Nil
l10n = 1

Detail:

Major Changes:
qt-4.5.3-7.fc12
system-config-printer-1.1.13-6.fc12

Summary:
Added Packages: 0
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 25

Complete Rawhide Report

Bug (or expected Bug):
New Bug:  anaconda Translation bug
Updated bug:
Closed Bug:

installation language: Hindi (hi_IN)

install.log file error/warning: fontpackages-filesystem-1.29-1 Nokey (warning)

install.log file warning:

Machine:
Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)

Summary:
anaconda-12.41
Installation Ok
firstboot Ok

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = Nil
i18n =  Nil

Detail:

Major Changes:
DeviceKit-power-012-2.fc12 – Hibernate Fix
anaconda-12.41-1.fc12 -
cups-1.4.1-12.fc12 – Fixed German translation (bug #531144, #STR3396).
fedora-logos-12.0.2-2.fc12 – improved system-software-install icon
gtk2-2.18.3-15.fc12
metacity-2.28.0-6.fc12

Summary:
Added Packages: 1
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 69

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Bug (or expected Bug):

ATI 785 chipset Error

installation language: Malayalam (ml_IN)

install.log file error:

install.log file warning:

Machine:
Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)
AMD Phenom II 945 + AMD 745 Chipset + ATI 4200

August 6, 2009

On some of my recent travels, I’ve found myself in unwitting situations where I wonder, “Where the hell am I and how did I get myself into this mess?” Anaconda hunting was a prime example of such a scenario.

When we arrived at our camp the day before, we picked out rubber boots that we would wear for the anaconda excursion. The only boots that really fit me went up mid-calf rather than up to the knee like the other ones. The guide said it didn’t matter because the mud would only come up to our ankles. As we left the following morning, a guy asked me if I’d thought about whether or not what the guide said was true. He had a point given the guides previous understatements, but it was too late because we’d already left.

The walk started off innocently enough with a little mud and some tall grass. But I soon found myself in the middle of the swamp and there was no turning back. With each step, I had no clue whether I was stepping on solid ground or what seemed like quicksand. As I alternated between unsuctioning my feet from the swamp and swatting branches out of my face, I began to question whether finding an anaconda was worth spending half a day with mud carrying unknown organisms creeping into my boots.

I eventually I fell into a stride and found that picking up the pace helped me avoid sinking into the mud. When possible, I stepped on dried grass or plants at the quicksandy patches. We crossed over a semi-dried up pond and bumped into another group who was staying at the same camp; some English college students and middle-aged Canadian couple. Their guide took off and we began to follow him, but then a group of us decided it wasn’t worth it to venture off into open land when the sun was so hot. We were very low on drinking water because we hadn’t imagined we’d be out there for so long.

This is what we spent the day looking for?!

We sat under a tree, and being still invited the creepy crawlies to climb all over us. Just as I jumped up when I found a spider on me, I heard some shouts. An anaconda had been found! Finally. We went to scope out the scene. The snake seemed lethargic and defenseless. It was obvious that it had just eaten something and you could see the outline of whatever it was digesting in it’s belly.

I was excited when people were done with the snake and we started to head back to camp. But then, a huge wasp came out of nowhere and stung me on the shoulder. It hurt like hell and my head filled with thoughts of asphyxiation. My honeymoon phase with the Amazon had ended. It didn’t mean I loved it any less, but I’d accepted the realities of it. At first you stare at it with awe and wonder, but you eventually come face to face with all of its little pests.

My boots contained miniature swamps by that point. With every step, my feet were sloshing around inside them. My guide felt bad for me and we stopped at a stream where he helped me empty my boots and rinse off my socks.

We fell way behind everyone, but eventually caught up with the Canadian couple from the other group. At that point, traversing the swamp had a become more of a mental battle than a physical one for me. My legs were propelling themselves forward independently. I was over the swamp, my mind was focused on decreasing the distance between myself and the camp. The sun was blazing overhead and there was no escaping the heat and humidity and I was completely out of water.

The Canadians kept falling behind because the woman would drop to her feet and cry every time she tripped. In the swamp, it’s easy to trip a lot. Their group’s guide was probably already back at the camp, and my guide obviously felt responsible for ensuring that they made it back safely. Every time we stopped to wait for them, both my feet and energy sunk and my mind wandered back to whether or not the wasp that stung me was poisonous. Maybe it sounds callous, but I wished the woman would pull it together. We were out in the tropical Bolivian wilderness, and there wouldn’t be a rescue helicopter coming anytime soon. And the longer we were out there, the more likely we would become dehydrated and get heatstroke.

I saw trees in the distance and figured it had to be our camp. I asked the guide to point me in the direction of the camp and took off by myself. I had a run-in with dehydration earlier in the year and I knew that I really needed to get some fluids in my system. On the way, I bumped into the guide from the other group who finally decided to come back and help out. He gave me a drink of water pointed me towards the path, but in the thick tall grass, I still got lost. I eventually heard someone frantically shouting my name, my guide coming to the rescue. I’d overshot the trail and had to go back a bit in the other direction.

When we finally got back to the camp, I immediately took off my boots and socks. My feet looked like raisins covered with melted chocolate. I chugged water and had lunch. Twenty to thirty minutes later, the Canadian couple showed up looking tired but fine. After lunch, I tried to wash the mud out of my clothing in the camp’s tiny sink. I took a long cold shower and found an empty to hammock to lie in and contemplate the day. As much as I’d not enjoyed the swamp experience, it was a good challenge. I’d done it very ungracefully, but I’d completed it and that made me happy.

The late afternoon brought a much more enjoyable activity– piranha fishing. I’d never been fishing before, but it always seemed like it would be interesting to try. I enjoyed being back on the boat. The river was more friendly and fun than the open lands, as long as you didn’t fall victim to a cayman. After several tries, I caught a small fish. It wasn’t a piranha, but that didn’t take away from my excitement about catching a fish for the first time.

We were budget fishing and our rods were handmade. They consisted of just a hook, fishing wire, and a stick. The hooks kept getting stuck on trees or ripped off by piranhas. We headed back to camp when we ran out of supplies and bait. We only came away with three piranhas, all caught by our guide.

The evening was similar to the previous one. First there was a stop at the Sunset Bar. Back at the camp we had dinner, which included the three piranhas our guide caught. There is not a lot of meat on them, but they are tasty little fish. After dinner, the cooks brought us wine and a strange delicious concoction made of fruit and cookies that resembled a cake. I’m not sure if we were celebrating the second and last night of the tour or Bolivian Independence Day. Maybe both. There were no daily parades in the jungle so I’d forgotten it was Independence Day. We played cards by flashlight after the power went out. For some reason, the mosquitos were even more vicious that night than they were the previous night. My shoulder already had a swollen bump the diameter of a baseball where I’d been stung. I was tired of bugs and wanted to get up early for the sunrise, so I went back to our room early and settled into my mosquito net covered oasis.

Summary:
anaconda-12.39
Installation FAILED with Error on global name ‘max_logic’
firstboot ???

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = Nil
i18n =  Nil

Detail:

Major Changes:

empathy-2.28.1.1-2.fc12 – update 2.28.1.1
ibus-m17n-1.2.0.20090617-5.fc12 – iok bug fix 530493
iok-1.3.8-1.fc12 – new release 1.3.8
kpackagekit-0.5.0.2-1.fc12
totem-2.28.2-1.fc12 – 2.28.2 update
xorg-x11-drv-ati-6.13.0-0.10.20091006git457646d73.fc12
xorg-x11-drv-intel-2.9.1 – new 2.9.1

Summary:
Added Packages: 2
Removed Packages: 1
Modified Packages: 82

Complete Rawhide

Bug (or expected Bug):
Installation Failed due to Anaconda Crashed 530786 (old bug)

installation language: Hindi (hi_IN)

install.log file error: ??

install.log file warning: ??

Machine: Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)

5) Susan Backlinie in “Lo Squalo” (1975)

Un nome che forse non vi sarà particolarmente familiare, quello della stuntwoman Susan Backlinie, chi sarebbe costei? La prima vittima, nuda, in notturna, del primo capitolo de lo Squalo, ovvio no? L’importanza della Backlinie è testimoniata dalla sua presenza in locandina, mentre nuota tranquilla inconsapevole del terrore che si cela al di sotto di lei: Nessun barbuto Richard Dreyfuss, nessun Roy Scheider o Robert Shaw…. Solo una ragazzetta nuda…

4) Kari Wuhrer in “Anaconda” (1997)

La sua ultima, vana, possibilità di fama mainstream prima di sprofondare nel mare magnum degli show notturni in topless dei canali via cavo Americani. Kari Wuhrer abbandona I sogni di gloria con un’apparizione, al fianco di Jennifer Lopez, Owen Wilson e Ice Cube nel capolavoro “Anaconda.”

La sua scena sexy di morte è una collaborazione artistica con un certo Jon Voight, che la soffoca a morte con una mossa di karate (Tipico dell’agilissimo John!) prima di gettare il suo corpo senza vita nel fiume (Dove vive, placido e beato, l’anaconda del titolo). Dopo quest’apparizione in un capolavoro dedicato ad un serpente gigante, argomento attualissimo e amato dalla critica, la Wuhrer non apparirà mai più sullo schermo con qualcuno più famoso di David Arquette, combattendo la sua battaglia nel mondo degli C-Movies.

3) Salma Hayek in “Dal tramonto all’alba” (1996)

Al contrario dei suoi personaggi successivi, più avvezzi alla parola, come in “Fools Rush In” e “Frida,” Per Salmuccia il ruolo di Santanico Pandemonium in “Dal tramonto all’alba” fu straordinariamente adatto allo scopo:

La Hayek balla in modo seducente in un minuscolo bikini per qualche minuto con un serpente abbarbicato addosso, si trasforma in un vampire e nel giro di pochi secondi riceve una pallottola in faccia da George Clooney, semplice, lineare ed efficace.

2) Sandahl Bergman in “Conan il Barbaro” (1982)

Ripensando fra sè e sè ad un grande classico come “Conan il Barbaro”, in genere si ricordano solo 2 cose: primo, la scena in cui l’attuale governatore della California e la sua compagna statuaria (La Bergman, appunto) fanno a pezzi tutti i partecipanti ad un’interessantissima orgia cannibalistica, avanzando nella stanza a colpi di spada, secondo la scena in cui Valerie mure fra le nerborute braccia di Arnold dopo esser stata colpita a morte da  una freccia-serpente. (Conan è un capolavoro, non ci sono cazzi…)

Ripensando alle logiche cinematografiche non c’era possibilità per lei di sopravvivere dopo essersi mostrata nuda e aver fatto sesso con il protagonista…

P.S. purtroppo la scena tratta da youtube è tagliata prima della triste dipartita della Bergman

1) Janet Leigh in “Psycho” (1960)

Nel 1960 non era cosa commune andare al cinema ed assistere ad un omicidio, da parte di un travestito (Ommioddio! Spoiler!!) di una splendida donna nuda in una doccia. Almeno non fino all’avvento delle Grindhouse e della loro programmazione creativa. Forse non sarà la scena più sexy della storia del cinema, per gli standard dell’epoca e l’impatto sugli spettatori si guadagna senza fatica il primo posto. Seminale.

Summary:
anaconda-12.39
Installation FAILED with Error on global name ‘max_logic’
firstboot ???

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = 1
i18n =  Nil

Detail:

Major Changes:
DeviceKit-power-012-1.fc12 – update to 012
anaconda – 12.39 (check complete report)
gdm-2.28.1-5.fc12 -2.28.1 update
gnome-desktop-2.28.1-2.fc12 – 2.28.1-translation update
gtk2-2.18.3-11.fc12 – Tweak tooltip positionin
kernel-2.6.31.5-96.fc12
kpackagekit-0.5.0.1-1.fc12 – 0.5.0.1 release

Summary:
Added Packages: 6
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 47

Complete Rawhide report

Bug (or expected Bug):
Anaconda Crashed 530786

installation language: Korean/English (US)

install.log file error: ??

install.log file warning: ??

Machine: Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)

Summary:
anaconda-12.38
Installation ok
firstboot ok

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = Nil
i18n =

Detail:

Major Changes:
Gnome Packaged – Upgrade to 2.28.1 release
cups-1.4.1-10.fc12 – de translation update (bz#529575)
gnome-packagekit-2.28.1-1.fc12 – translation update
gnome-power-manager-2.28.1-1.fc12 – translation update
system-config-httpd-1.4.6-1.fc12 -translation update

Summary:
Added Packages: 1
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 47

Complete Rawhide report

Bug (or expected Bug):
Bug 530085 -  [or_IN] – Editor’s Title appearing with Underline for Oriya Lohit Fonts (Default Fonts)

installation language: Oriya (or_IN)

install.log file error: No

install.log file warning: No

Machine: Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)

Cât de aproape aţi fost vreodată de o tarantulă, un şarpe sau un crocodil? Noi vă spunem că sunteţi mai aproape decât aţi fi crezut! De astăzi, 20 octombrie, şi până pe data de 15 noiembrie, Sala „Aurel Băeşu” a Muzeului de Artă „Ion Irimescu” găzduieşte o interesantă expoziţie de reptile exotice vii, peste 70 de specii. Expoziţia poate fi vizitată între orele 9 – 18. Există şi un tarif de vizitare: 4 lei – copii, elevi, studenţi, pensionari -, respectiv 6 lei pentru adulţi.

16.October:
We got picked up at the airport in a little shuttle bus and arrived the Cumaceba Lodge in the Amazon jungle after taking a speed boat on the Amazon river. At the lodge we got a very tasty lunch and a one hour sleep. Then we headed off to a little village with a tree boat equipped with what seemed to be a giant handmixer as an engine. We were met by a giant corn field with some small tree huts were hiding in the background.

in the great corn field

After walking up a little hill, a bunch of small wholly monkeys came running and bouncing towards us! They were very friendly and extremely curious. In a matter of seconds they were climbing all over us, grabbing my cap, pulling my shirt, biting my ear and kissing Marita. The two rascals that we got the most familiar with was called Pepe and Julian. They were just like little kids, eager to play and with a very strong personality. Pepe was definately the most crazy one! He wouldn’t stand still for more than a glimpse of an eye. Julian, on the other hand were more calm and stayed on my shoulder for a while as I walked around the little village looking at some kind of small pigs next to a tree hut.

the wholly monkey Julian

some kind of strange pig

Three racoons were also running around the place and the monkeys had fun teasing the racoons by jumping at them and slapping them on the back, and then leaping into a tree swinging from branch to branch. All of the sudden a giant spider monkey (looking like Leif Juster) jumped from a branch and almost hit our guide Walter. Walter was 23 years old and dreamed about starting his own tourist company while working as a guide at the Cumaceba Lodge. His english was pretty good, while most of the other locals we met knew few or no English words.

a curious racoon

spider monkey

As we were walking around in what seemed to be the garden of the little hut, beautiful Macaws (parrots) were flying over our heads and squeaking from the trees. Then we saw a familiar furry little fella – the sloth/perezoso. This guy had three claws and was remarkably calm. He almost looked exaclty like Sid from the movie Ice Age. He had a nice little face and seemed to be smiling as he tilted his head and looked at us curiously.

blue and yellow Macaw

Marita holding the sloth/perezoso

A few minutes later we got to see a prehistoric turtle who closely resembled a dinosaurus. His shell was strong a bulky while his head was shaped as a triangle with an eye on each side. Truly a strange lad. Walter then went to fetch a 3m anaconda which we got to pet. It was pretty heavy, thick and a bit slimy from the mud. All this time a bunch of  monkeys were following us and bounching around like basketballs on the loose.

along with a 3m anaconda

All of the sudden we spotted a couple of really small and very fast monkeys which we quickly recognized from the Costa Rican National Park in Manuel Antonio. It was the Common Esquirel monkey! But these guys were not afraid at all and we picked them up and started playing around with them for a while.

It is very strange to hold the monkeys as they hold onto you with their little hands and climb everything so effortless. Even their tail feels somewhat like a fifth hand and they can lift themselves onto your arm only using their tail! I was totally enthralled by these little creatures. A fantastic experience!

The locals then showed us a bunch of small home made bottles with medicines made from roots and plants from the jungle. A couple of them were drinkable, while one was like a white cream that you were supposed to put on your skin. This one in particular was for curing wounds, inflammations and arthrithir (leddgikt). We got to try a couple of shots of the drinkable ones and I bought a bottle of one called Dragon Blood for 20 soles (40 NOK). Dragon Blood or Sangre de Grado, which is its local name, helps for ulceras, wounds, and mothers may drink it after giving birth or alernatively wash their womb with it after giving birth. It is made from the sap/tree blood of the tree Sangre de Grado.

Walter behind "the medicine bar"

Sadly we had to leave the playful monkeys and head back to the boat. We then went scouting for dolphins. Some 15 minutes later we witnessed a 3-4 pink(!) dolphins swimming around the boat as the sun started to set in the horiozont. The pink dolphins are a bit bigger than the grey ones and can get up to 2.5-3m. Due to their size they don’t leap into the air (our guide told us), but you can see most of their gracious body as they wake in the river surface. A speactacular sight, though a bit hard to catch on film.

We then went swimming in the Amazon river. Not everyone in jumped at this possibility as the water was a bit murky and muddy and some were afraid of the piranhas. However, the water was quite warm and safe. The piranhas will not bite humans unless you have a rather big bleeding wound. So if you put your finger in a bowl piranhas, they will probably not bite you (according to the guide I got to know Walter and Jeraldine, a girl from Lima a bit better, during our swim. As we were swimming around in the Amazon the river, the sunset was complete – a magnificient ending of a great day.

In the late evening, after dinner, we went on an aligator/caiman safari in a long and shallow canoe on a small river in the jungle behind the lodge. Since it was completely dark, we were all wearing headlights while scouting into the great dark unknown for any sign of life. The air was filled with sounds from crickets, birds, frogs etc. but it was very hard to spot them. At first we only got to see a sloth sitting high above the ground in a tree. Although during the trip we passed four aligators/caimans, but only the eyes were visible as they reflected some rays from our headlights. We also managed to spot some tiny frogs as they were “singing” loudly while sitting in small flowers floating next to the canoe.

in the canoe during the jungle trip

In the late hours of the evening, some people from Peru tried to teach me how to dance Peruan dances while the locals where playing guitar, maracas and singing. I gotta tell you this was not easy! Most of the steps seemed somewhat random and off beat, but it was fun and I got to know a bunch of nice people from Peru. As my Spanish skills are close to non-existent, our guide Walter acted as am interpreter and helped me out with translations whenever I got stuck

Peruan music at the lodge

Summary:
Installation ok
firstboot ok

Bugs (filed):
Desktop = Nil
i18n = Nil

Detail:

Major Changes:
anaconda-12.38 – Check Mailing list

Summary:
Added Packages: 0
Removed Packages: 0
Modified Packages: 1

Complete Rawhide report

Bug (or expected Bug):

installation language: Marthi (mr_IN)/ Oriya (or_IN)

install.log file error: No

install.log file warning: No

Machine: Intel C2Q + Intel Graphics (Profile)

Amalie ******* – is “ having a passionate love affair w a great read “eat, pray, love” i cant put it down, yet am afraid for it to end.. one of the most amicable courtships i have had w a book in quite some time”

-  You should try having a passionate love affair with an Anaconda wrapped around your face.