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Hacking the Kerberos

February 14th, 2012 1 comment

In the spare time I’ve had in Melbourne, I’ve written a small Ajax app called kpassweb to do Kerberos password changes. Configuration on the backend is pretty minimal. As it turned out, the backend PHP Pecl library kadm5 doesn’t work with current versions of Kerberos, so I’ve also written a patch to get that working.

It’s not quite finished, since compiling with the patch still produces a bunch of deprecated symbols from the Zend PHP interface, but it makes it usable.

As a side note, this was all done on my venerable Atom CPU netbook with a whole 8GB of storage, with connectivity snaffled from the Melbourne city library, McDonalds, and over an epically slow cellular connection. I really don’t recommend this.

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Melbourne: Wine, Fish and Hospitals

February 6th, 2012 2 comments

I woke up this morning in hospital. Long time readers may recall my habit of injuring myself overseas. Yesterday, I went on a wine tour, had a wee snooze and went to find some dinner. I had the flathead fish recommended by the head chef Рwhich was delicious  and incurred the relatively minor problem of getting a fish bone lodged in my throat.

The restaurant staff insisted on calling an ambulance – which then took nearly two hours to arrive. I was shuttled to Alfred Hospital, sat in the waiting room for another hour, and was then ushered to a bed in the emergency room, to be looked at by a doctor, who after pumping an incredibly foul local anaesthetic down my throat, said that he couldn’t see the offending item. An hour later, after some some gentle snoozing, I had my X-rays, which were not helpful. The Ear-Nose-Throat specialist was called who said that it wasn’t life threatening, and would look at it the morning. In the mean time, I slept some more, had CT scan at some unmentionable hour of the morning, followed by being put on a saline drip with a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory in case surgery was needed.

Thankfully it was not. At around 0745, the ENT team turned up, had a peak using the same foul anaesthetic, had a look at the CT scan, then return to spray even more of the same retch inducing drug into my throat to calm my gag reflex, before reaching in with a very long pair of forceps and pulling out the very small bone. All was clear, and I checked out about five minutes later, where upon I took a wrong turn, and walked the 4km back to my hostel.

Touching on my previous post, there’s something about gratifying about being miles from everyone I know, and yet still having a dozen odd people commenting and messaging me to let me know that to know they cared and that they’re thinking of me. That kind of thing almost makes me want to get on a plane back home. But I won’t, I’ve got an interview tomorrow.

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Melbourne: Landing

February 4th, 2012 1 comment

My first memory of Melbourne, post immigration and customs (which were, respectively, almost non-existent, and pleasantly short), was the wall of heat outside. With four of sleeping dogging my every step, 30 degree heat, and 27kg of luggage and climate-inappropriate clothing – I took a Taxi to my hostel rather than trying to navigate public transport in my sleep addled state.

The first day is not particularly memorable, except that I managed to secure access to a sim card and my bank account, before returning to the hostel to collapse in a sweaty heap and drift off at the incredibly late hour of 9pm.

Having been here for a little under forty hours, the enormity of what I had done started to finally sink in. I was in a large city that would cheerfully chew me up and spit me out if I didn’t get things together, with no support network, no real concept of how to navigate the city, on limited funds till I managed to find a job – and no-one to talk to.

We often don’t appreciate how much things mean to us until they’re taken away. I’m used to a constant stream of people I know in my life saying hello. From flatmates to work mates, dance partners, fellow team members of sports past and present. And that’s not even including the friends and family that I regularly talk to, hang out with, go drinking with and randomly run into on the street.

If, for some stupid reason, back in Wellington, I had lost my job, my flat, or all my life savings, I would have literally a hundred people I could fall back on while I sorted my life out. Here, in Melbourne – I have one facebook contact, a person I’ve never met, and have only exchanged precursory messages with.

In the exceedingly unlikely event that I fail to find work here in Melbourne, and the money runs out – I have standing offers for jobs in other cities, but that’s not an option until I’m well and truly financially desperate, which I’m not even close to. Finding fellow people to talk to though, that’s going to be the hard bit.

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Melbourne

January 31st, 2012 Comments off

About three months ago, I bought a one way ticket to Melbourne for the 30th of January. I don’t know anyone here, nor have a job lined up, nor have anything pre-arranged except a bank account and a weeks accommodation in a back packers. Heck, I’ve never even been to Australia before.

Why?

Briefly – I’m on the edge of thirty, and I wanted a challenge. I was starting to dread the thought of being forty-five, and wondering where my life had gone, and why I’d never done anything difficult. So, I sold all my stuff – and left.

More to come, later.

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