Zoinks! New Server!

Our basement has moved. I mean the stuff on a server in our basement has moved. I'm not sure exactly where it is located, but it might be in Atlanta. You'll have to ask these guys.

Thanks to the magic of virtualization (specifically, Xen), we have rented a little slice of a machine out there on the Internet. It's cheaper than renting a whole machine, but it still acts like it's an independent piece of hardware. Anyway, for slightly less than $20 a month, we can stop having the sites go down every few days due to DSL glitches. And pages should load a lot faster now, too!

But mainly, I feel like a new homeowner. I've got a home out there, on the big Internet, with real bandwidth. Well, for $20 you don't get a whole ton of bandwidth, but it's better than our 384 kbps DSL connection. Time to start experimenting. I've already set up a test mail list server, for example, which wouldn't really have worked at home.

Musical Origins

Maya's been singing her way through daily activities lately -- walking to the bathroom ("going toooo the bath-rooom"), playing with Georgia, eating. It's very cute; I always claim she's got a good sense of melody. Sometimes it's kind of operatic, other times cute and musical.

This evening, we went out for a late-night grocery run, and she found her missing sheep-baby (it's a round stuffed sheep that has been imbued with sentimental value and baby-ness.

Maya is in the back seat, strapped into her carseat, playing with her sheep. Daddy starts the car and begins driving.

Maya: [singing] Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy

[some time later]

Daddy: [singing] Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy

Maya: [firmly] Daddy, don't sing that song.

Daddy: Okay.

[some time later]

Daddy: Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy

Maya: Daddy, stop singing that song.

Daddy: Sorry. I won't sing it anymore. [pause] I like that song, though. I heard you singing it. You know how you get a song stuck in your head? [silence] Do you ever get a song stuck in your head, Maya?

Maya: No. I have a song in my tummy.

Daddy: In your tummy?

Maya: Yes, in my tummy.

Daddy tries to imagine having a song in his tummy.

I had to think about it for a little while, and envision a song circulating around in my stomach, and I have to admit that I like the idea. I think it makes much more sense than having a song in your head -- after all, if it comes out your mouth, where must it originate?