Re: My Linux Lair -- A Photo Essay

On 1/13/25 8:04 AM, Farley Flud wrote:

One day,
they just opened the doors and let me walk out free.  They are
dumb bastards all.

Two times here. First one was just a jail sentence of 6 days (hadn't paid the quadrupled amount of fine for not having repaired my turn signal light). The other time it was more serious. I was in county jail this time, and I didn't know how long they were going to keep me there. After asking others I found out some of them were there for 6 months, waiting!
In both cases, suddenly the door opened and I was told to get out. First one, after 2 days, the second after 3 days.
I saw and talked to very interesting guys in there, both times. A few were highly educated. One I remember was a chemist. He'd made a lab in his house making narcotics or some other sort of "recreational" chemicals.
And there was this little guy, really a high school age, who were telling us in detail schemes he had invented to take stuff out of large stores. Some of it were ingenious. They required a team work. None were done by himself alone.
There are more. Very interesting people I got to talk to, none of which I'd have a chance to meet outside jail.
The chemist guy came in after I did and was very worried and looked devastated. I remember I calmed him down after asking him a few questions. My main point to him was that things were going to be out of his control now for a little while, so he should actually relax and don't give a damn. He understood that and part of his stress disappeared. Then I told him how to approach what's ahead for him to help himself. "Divide it into little steps and take the steps one little bit at a time."
His degree was from Ann Arbor! I got close to begin my physics study in USA in that University. I was in Dallas only because my language school was in Dallas and had no intention of actually go to school here. But the changes in the government in Iran affected my plans, and getting into UTD seemed a quick easy strategy to fall back on to at least keep my immigration status. Soon war broke out in Iran (with Iraq) and my father told me not to go back home. They'd send me straight to the front. And then the damn war kept on and on and on.
Anyway, early on I had decided to return to Iran and like many friends continue my studies in there. But the war fucked it up.
My initial plan in USA was to just get a masters degree in Ann Arbor and then go back home. I had communicated with them starting in Iran, and a couple of other classmates of mine were already in Ann Arbor. But the money situation got totally fucked almost as soon as I stepped into this country. My savings in the bank in Tehran vanished (those thieves took all the money and ran away to Los Angeles). Then the money I already had in here got frozen by the government here. So this "Ann Arbor" thing together with a few other plans never materialized.