Sabtu, 18 Agustus 2012

masks of black


Masks of black are everywhere
They change their color
But it's static clear
Black is when the devil appears
It chants for lust and for fear

Seeing through the masks of black
I see good people on their backs
Chained in rust of blood and mud
Hoping for opportunity to fight back
But the price of black is just too great
When you have switched on black
There's no turning red
 The so called heaven is no place for them
For ambition is a price which can never be enough paid

So the masks of black keep turning black
And curses of screams becomes a dragging bag
With each curse two graves are dug
And the masks of black keep turning black.

Selasa, 14 Agustus 2012

Plantronics Voyager Pro HD Review

Plantronics Voyager Pro HD Review








 
My previous headset was a cheap, $30 Plantronics Explorer 240.  It was horrible.  Nobody could understand what I was saying and it picked up every ambient noise from paper-shuffling to ants walking on the sidewalk.  In the car it was hopeless.

Lesson learned: It pays to buy a more expensive BlueTooth headset and the Plantronics Voyager Pro HD has been a great -- with just a few problems. 

In summary:
  • Clear, flawless voice calls.  Everyone understands me.
  • I can hear them
  • Noise cancellation is good; wind and road noise works well
  • Boom mike "feels" right
  • Comfortable on left or right ear
  • Looks bulky but is not noticeable while wearing
  • Easy-to-use volume and call-answer controls
  • Actual 6 hour talk time
  • Standard Micro-USB charger
  • It can "detect" when you are wearing it and route the call 
  • Costs: $70

Size and Fit:

Many have complained the headset is bulky and it admittedly looks formidable.  But, despite the size, I found the headset is light-weight, balances well on the ear, and the back-side has been unnoticeable.  Many have reported problems with eye glasses.  I wear glasses both thick and thin frames and have been reasonably happy with the headset. 

The vertical post, illustrated below, is a flexible (almost floppy) tube and the plastic along the top arch and back is a soft, rubberized plastic.  This means it slips on and off easily because it flexes around the ear, but it also means it applies no pressure against the ear, making the fit seem loose; more on this later.  The overall construction is solid, with quality-feeling materials.  


Hurray for the Dorky Boom Mic:

The boom-mic is the original reason I bought this headset.  I know a lot of you think this is dorky but I prefer thinking it looks futuristic -- like an airline pilot.  Besides, anyone who thinks they can wear a BlueTooth headset and not look a little weird, is only fooling themselves.  With the mic, there is nothing to hide and the device's intent is obvious.  Like flip-phones of yesteryear, the boom-mic seems "right" and you won't subconsciously yell into it.

The boom-mic is one of the main reasons this headset works so well. Technically, it houses two separate microphones.  One picks up your voice while the other listens for outside, ambient sounds.  It compares the two and uses this for background noise cancellation.  In practice, this works fairly well, especially with white-noise. On a windy day, this mic performs far-better than a normal phone would.

Problems:  Loose Fit

The ear-piece does not fit in the ear-canal; it was designed to be on the outside -- which I confirmed with tech support.  Because of this, it always feels "loose" on the ear.  Many, including me, have complained about this.  The center-post, being "floppy" does not help.  While wearing, you will have the distinct feeling it does not feel "snug" against the ear.  This is probably the only thing really wrong with the headset.  This doesn't mean it will fall off, but it never feels right.  

The ear-piece comes in three separate sizes and with the smallest, I can sometimes and unreliably wedge it into the ear-canal, where it feels natural and comfortable.  While "in" the ear, the sound and volume is spectacular but this is not where it wants to be and it will always "pop" out into the position it was designed for.  Many other reviewers have commented the headset volume is too weak, but I have not noticed this -- but I would agree I like it better when it is "in" the ear.  In any case, after three months, I have resigned myself to wearing it on the outside. My brother comments with hearing-aides, this is the only way he can wear a headset.

Problem: On-Ear Sensor

The headset has a sensor that can detect you are wearing it.  On a new, incoming call, it routes the call to the headset.  If not on your ear, the call routes to the phone. This works on a new, un-accepted calls; you cannot switch in mid-conversation.

But the ear-sensor is unreliable and I suppose this is another problem.  The key to answering the phone is to press the "accept-call" button on the headset's boom-mic-pivot if you want to use the headset, or press "accept" on the phone to use the phone's speaker.  In practice, I am always fumbling with this.  If the headset is not on the ear, one would think the sensor would go the other way, but often, the headset still gets the call.  Callers can hear me yelling into the phone "Hello!" while they are talking on the headset.  I have found it more reliable to simply disable BlueTooth on the phone if I am not going to use the headset for a while.  I clearly need to learn more about this feature; this could be operator error.

The other possibility is the on-ear-sensor gets confused -- espeically if the headset is in your pocket.  Plantronics has Plantronics Re-calibration Instructions here.  It seems to be confused a lot.



Optional but-needed Accessory: the Carry-Case

When buying the headset, I recommend buying the optional carrying case ($8), especially if you travel for a living because this headset is valuable enough to protect.

Also, because this uses a standard micro-USB to charge, you can throw an old cell-phone charger in your suitcase and leave the original at home.

Twists and Turn Observations:

The headset fits on the left or right ear.  To make this work, the ear-piece swivels 180-degrees about the vertical post, and the boom mic rotates up and over (see top banner graphic).  In practice, you will pick one ear and will never vary.  But unfolding it is a little mind-bending and I laugh every-time I have to do this.  It is a marvelous, but confounding design, especially when the phone is ringing.  The case should make this easier.


Day-to-Day Use

I have used this for three months and most of the time, the people at the other end do not know I am on a headset.  This is a testament to this headset's quality and the sound-quality is the primary concern. 

I have successfully paired with my cell phone, Android tablet and laptop and use it for calls, Skype sessions, and even while playing games.  The headset also can work with two devices simultaneously.  For example, often the phone and the tablet are competing for the same channel -- basically, the last-on device wins. While active on the phone, I can turn on the tablet's Bluetooth and the headset immediately switches (you will hear "connected to device 2").  When I turn off the tablet's bluetooth, it automatically flips back to the phone ("connected to device 1").

The range is about 10 meters (30 feet) and works across several rooms in the house.  I'm sure some of this has to do with the transmitter, but the distance has been surprisingly good.  When you walk in and out of range, a voice says "device disconnected / connected".  Each time you power it on, a voice tells you the battery status, such as "talk time 6 hours" or "talk time less than 2 hours."

Of all the headsets I have tried, this has been the best and I would buy it again.



 

Minggu, 12 Agustus 2012

UPS Making a Clicking Sound

How to: UPS appears to be malfunctioning - constantly turning on and off; clicking.

Two years ago, in this Keyliner article, UPS Battery Replacement, I replaced the lead-acid battery in my APC cs350 battery backup, fixing a problem where the laser printer fired-up, causing my workstation to reboot.

This week, a new problem arose when I could hear the UPS clicking on and off, every minute or so.  The UPS thought there was a brown-out and was back-filling power to computer.

Blame the Battery First*:

Naturally, my first inclination is to blame the UPS -- knowing a 2-year-old battery had likely failed.  I was annoyed at the prospect and promptly spent $40 on a replacement.   

The new battery was installed and to my surprise, and later, chagrin, the problem remained.  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the laser printer had a red-flashing error. 

Rebooting the printer fixed both the printer's problem and the UPS.  For what-ever reason, the printer was in a bad mood and while quietly sitting in the corner, it was busy heating its fuser roller for a few days, drawing a ton of power.

*I wasted money on the new battery.


Lesson learned:
When a UPS is unexpectedly tripping, the problem is almost always upstream.  It could be a power-company brownout, but this is unlikely, especially if you see the problem for several days.

When UPS's misbehave, turn off other devices on the same (household) circuit before jumping to wrong conclusions.  Turn on each device to confirm.

Consider your furnace or air conditioner, but if you have a laser printer, it should be your first suspect.  Laser printers are hogs and even though not plugged into the UPS, it draws enough power to affect the entire circuit.

Keywords:
Trip Tripping, cycling power-on, power-off

Related article:
UPS Battery Replacement

Selasa, 07 Agustus 2012

FREAKY COINCIDENCE: HISTORY MYSTERY

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.  John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. 

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.  John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both Presidents were shot in the head Now it gets really weird.Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln .. Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson. Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. 



John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.  Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born    
in 1939.



Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names are composed of fifteen letters. 
Now hang on to your seat. 
Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford'. Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford'. 
Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.
  

FroZen pHoeniX

the clock of time frozen in cryionics of a deemed sigh
cemetery of broken dreams n dead peace
this rotting shell , release seeks this aching soul
feeble feet walk along with vengeful eyes

life still beats but
this suicidal breath in search 2 b free
tired is this soul yet
a neverending fight with thyself in a whirpool of lies

the people they fade away with an eye so queer
it tatters my skin n the scars they bleed
When did it all start, where does it end??
Confused n numb this is where i stand
where i have been all these years

this heart has lost its sound, this head has lost its tune
this voice no longer sings, this lip no longer speaks
blinded sight wander scattered along dis city
doomed is the light as kin fade into shadows

Confused n numb this is where i stand
where i have been...

it was so dark, so cold
i shivvered alone in the corner
the restless nights of terror
i just laid there knowing you would come

i saw u
shining light of glory
an angelic beauty
singing hymms of freedom

oh how long have i waited for u!!
im not afraid of what becomes
death finds purpose in you
consumed by ur lust i commit

I confess
In a leap of faith bound to collide
without wings, i'd crash n burn
for you death i will conquer

Come baptise me in your lava tears
vapor me of dis sins, cremate me clean
In the afterlife i shall start a fresh
from ashes n dust i become

i feel the tingling senses
my skin burnyn, my flesh is meltyn
But what became of this pain
im numb n reborn

i pull myself together
the broken parts are no longer there
my slate's severd clean
the memories, the feeling
its oll gone, i feel the new born urge
of empty rage n outburst

I hate u
So ugly n yellow
luscious erotica
U wake me up at dawn

N i commit
consumed by ur lust i commit
oh how long have i waited for u!!
im not afraid of what becomes
I confess
In a leap of faith bound to collide
without wings, i'd crash n burn
for you death i will conquer

When did it all start, where does it end??

Confused n numb this is where i stand
where i have been...

consumed by ur lust i commit
for you death i will conquer

When did it all start, where does it end??

iim dying 2 b devoured in ur cuddled embrace again
as the breath slips my lungs, come craddle me 2 da light
one last kiss gudbye, n in ur flames im released
come burn dis cage, n my soul is uleashed

(((( In HiS HeArT A GoLdEn ChAiR))))

(((( In HiS HeArT A GoLdEn ChAiR))))

(A great one while calling his baroness by these names...)

It was a scent, BUT not just any...
Her scent filled the air,
See breeze,
It was jasmine of lady fairy..

His contessa in the wind, singing Him..
Dancing love, and the feet dancing bare,
On the sound of His laughter, with the joy of Her hair,
Lady fairy always hope, lady fairy Who would dare..!

First of year was so long, and the night was so young..
. . . Then arrived Lady Fairy,
Loving temptress, loving Him...
Her Prince waiting there..!

Summer Eve never leaves,
The magic carpet, Tinker Belle Who would weave,
Tinker Belle Who would care..!

Lady Fairy Who would water
The waiting Soul, and Your life She shall share--
Limitless love, limitless mare, charming night...
To Her declare..
...
Charming night, limitless mare..
Limitless love both declare..

Flying Eagle and a Raven may be odd, but united pair,
Their wings are bride, above the known seeking the rare..

My Lady doth sleep,
Deeply sleep in heart of chair..

As the magic calling Her..

Little One... Very deep, deeply sleep in My Heart,
. . . in My Heart a golden chair..!

The Chair

(1)
How could you make the handles like these?
Sir?
What’s the deal with this ‘sir’ business of yours? Can’t you see how fat I have become? Do you think I can sit with my legs clung to each other for 10 straight hours!
No, Sir!
You guys lack common sense, which by the way has become so uncommon.
 Sir!
If these handles were a bit slimmer, I would have been able to stretch out a bit. That’s what I have been trying to tell you.
Sir! The carpenter’s wife has been suffering from some sort of girly sickness. He is off to Diamond Harbor; on leave for the last 15 days.
Let him go to hell! This is not a job for old haggards anyway. Do you know that the three-fourth of a working man’s life is spent in his office chair? Is it too much to ask for a boss to ask for comfortable chair?
Sir! I will return in another two weeks, and cut these handles to size.
Thank you. You don’t have to—by that time fungi will grow in my crotches. Please leave.
Sir!
‘Haripad,’ big boss pressed his calling bell.
Haripad appeared.
What’s the deal with you guys?
Sir?
What 'Sir'? For how many days do you think I need to strive for a single chair? The chair for an officer is everything. He does things sitting in his chair, and if that chair is not okay nothing is okay. You can’t even fix that chair. See…
As big boss tried to sit in his chair, one of the chromium plated wheels rolled away and he fell out of balance.
Goodness me, he sprung up.
Haripad did the same. Everyone in the office knew Haripad as the shadow of big boss. Haripad jumped when his boss was jumpy, Haripad cried when his boss was sad, Haripad laughed when his boss was happy.  Haripad wore safari-suit just as many other big officers in the office. They would have done the same what Haripad had just done; it was their duty to tune themselves to the whims of big boss. But Haripad was an artist in the art of flattery. Big boss knew it all too well; yet he enjoyed falling prey to his flattery.
Even God demands flattery, and he is just a big boss of an office.
For the last one year, big boss had been trying to get a comfy chair that suited him.
These Nilubabu-Filubabu of yours are worthless! They don’t even know what they are selling. If the producer doesn’t know his product, he is going to be alienated. That is why the Bengali never succeed in their business.  The owner and his salesmen are full of air while the workers are gone to Diamond Harbor.
Haripad!
Sir.
Is there any Chinese carpenter around?
There are some in Teritybazar.
Call Mrs. Sen, and ask her to send an orderly from our Park Street branch to get some brochures of chairs. Go to the Chinese market as well. See if you can find me a decent chair. The company that cannot give a solid chair to his top man is bound to go bankrupt.
Big boss reached for the red light button, meaning none was allowed in anymore. He was very upset. The chair kept on leaning to its right whenever he tried sitting in it. After all, he was a leftist intellectual.  What would people say if they see him tilted towards the right? Disgraceful!
Within an hour, Haripad entered with a bunch of brochures of executive chairs. Some of them were as big as thrones. Even by sitting in front of them might give you the feeling of being a pigmy. That’s the problem with modern management system; the lesser the internal material, the bigger the external chair. Big boss was a plump man, and if he sat in one of those he surely would be lost. No way was he going to get one of those in the flyers.
Haripad! Get the Chinese carpenter.
The Chinese carpenter showed up in an hour, and he measured up the vital statistics of big boss like a seasoned tailor. Big boss instructed Mr. Chung Fing to make such a chair that would comfort him for the next eight years of his service. Mr. Chung Fing thanked him and left.


(2)

The date of the arrival of the chair came. Big boss thought of the chair while shaving. He felt the excitement of going to a tryst.
On his way to his room, he ordered his secretary Mrs. Sen to attend the Bihari clients with whom he had a meeting in the conference room at 11am.
Give them something to eat or drink and keep them busy for a while; I might be a little late.
He entered his room. There it was: his chair with foam and leather upholstery in faded yellow that reminded one of autumnal leaves.
The chromium-plated wheels rolled nicely. The back of the revolving chair swung back and forth quite smoothly too. He just needed to sit in it and feel its comfort.
The intercom buzzed at the wrong time. Shut up! No call for me for the next half an hour—not even internal calls! He ordered his staff.
He looked at the chair as if it was his newly-wedded wife. He stood in front of it and gave it a formal salute before turning his back to adjust his huge anterior to the posture of the chair; he attempted to plunge into his chair just as ducks do in water.
Stuck, big boss got stuck! The Chinese chair clung onto him like an octopus. This must be a conspiracy of Mr. Chung Fing. He frantically reached for the calling bell.
Haripad stormed in.
Pull me out.
Sir?
Pull me out. I am stuck in the chair. H-a-r-i-p-a-d.
The lanky man tried his best, but in vain. Big boss was absolutely stuck. His face had become pale as white paper. There was no way he could be pulled out.
Turn the chair, face it to the window. The boss calmly ordered, and Haripad obliged. The revolving chair moved rather easily.
Leave me now Haripad. Don’t say a word to anyone.
Sir?
Don’t tell anyone that I am stuck in my chair.
No sir.
Big boss looked out of the window. The air-conditioner was humming. Down at Commack Street, a trail of cars were wheeling by. The company was quite big, involved in the export of iron, steel, tea, marbles and what not. His salary was quite fat, too. Besides there were many perks: commission, visits, treats, fees, extras here and extras there—very sticky business, indeed.

The cry of the kite that flew above the sky could not reach the office room. The sky of Calcutta was still blue; only people did not have time to see it.

What could possibly go wrong—he personally made sure that the chair was tailored to his size and customised to his taste.

He probably thought himself much bigger than the chair.

Translated from Buddhadev Guha’s ‘Maap’.