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No good hosting exists on this planet...
Monday, September 19 2011, 00:00
Category: Diary, Tags: web

It was a month ago when I decided to leave my ancient and first hosting HostLand.ru that caused some questions to me. It has grown from a moderate level when there were rare hostings in Russia (and when I knew few about hostings at all) to some, maybe, worth thing. But I had decided to leave it with all these unpleasant Support. In short words, I leaved them for a better live.

Okay, I came right into the WORST hosting ever: JustHost.com.

Oh, dear! Guys, just never think about this name. They do not really work, they have everything crashing and their Support does not care about it. Just some "jokes" about them:

  • Webalizer told me that the most part of visitors come from country of Tuvalu. Have you ever known where is this country? I looked to map and to Wikipedia. 110 thousands of people at all. "Why does Webalizer claims that?", - I asked JustHost.com. "Apparently, they like your site". Thanks. BTW, other countries are "US commercial", "Network", "Non profit organisation" and other similar stuff.
  • Webalizer stops working allways. If you ask them to fix it, they "start it at new". OK, so you have a half of common statistics. Useless tool.
  • FTP is awful. If you try to upload something, you can not even be sure it is really uploaded. Just "maybe uploaded". You can loose your data.
  • Certainly, your site is inaccessible quite often. Sure, you really do not need your site, if you host at JustHost.com, so there is no problem.

And more, more, more...

Right, I am looking thoroughly for a real good hosting. What have I got to know? I have a bulk of 8 hostings that are already selected by me. But each of them have many bad reviews in Internet. Somebody had frauds there, somebody had other problems here.

So why? Why can not I have a good small hosting for my sites? For a comprehensive price? Why?!

The Telegraph. A country without any censorship writes 'news' about a country with one.
Wednesday, July 20 2011, 22:09
Category: Diary, Tags: Russia
When I was young, USSR yet existed, so I know about the censorship a little.

Actually, I did not read newspapers that is a main target for a censorship. But I read children's books, stories about young Lenin (I was surprised how many stories exist). It was a bit strange to open a cooking book and, at its very beginning, to see a huge article about the living standards growing fast, about a number of unique nations in USSR...

But, you know, I think that the most things I saw (except for stupid stories about Lenin) was a quite reasonable thing: Oh, yes, we really had many people and cultures in USSR living together in that real harmony. We had some problems, but just look around: some ex-republics of USSR have senseless argues, some nations have felt to ancient feudal realms.

I heard and I still do that Soviet Union and Russia have this censorship. They do instead of some, I guess, modern and democratic countries. And these exact countries often say these words or give moneys for numerous 'democratic mouthpieces' here in Russia.

All right, I denied reading local newspapers about Russia and tried to find any English sources of 'democratic' news about my country. At the moment, I have my little silent question about my investigations: what is going on?!

Just make this little experiment: open the site of The Telegraph, chose to see news about Russia. I sure, the only articles about the most bad stories, facts. Only Putin as some evil king, only disasters, only bribes. As I understand, this nasty job is done by stupid people that can not even develop a new subject.

I live in the huge country full of people. This people are real people: they love, they look, they speak, run, cry, smile. We have some science, sport, travels. We have lots of events.

What is a reason to say always this bullshit in English newspapers? Why? Yes, I understand, that 'democracy' and 'philanthropy' cover real issues of UK, but is not that stupid to be a country of lies and to have some 'ancient alien' as Russia?

I know that we always where opponents (except for WWII, but Churchill hated Russia anyway). I know that an intelligent fight works for the progress. But this kind of fight is so awful...

P.S. One question still exists: which WWW-newspaper is good to read normal news about Russia?
Astute fellow from far away...
Tuesday, September 21 2010, 20:07
Category: Diary, Tags:

Never listen to political news, elsewise you will think the evil thoughts like inside (attention: it is not hippies-frendly :)

Continue reading...

Unknown known person
Thursday, August 12 2010, 01:02
Category: Diary, Tags: friends

On the way home, in subway, I have faced that guy once more.

First, I met him at the Lampushka music festival (near to Saint Petersburg, in the forest).
The second time, I met him in a club, and explained where did I meet him before.
That time, I did not recall the place we met before and just talked about his trip to the last Lampushka, made at a different place of the forest.

I meet him everywhere, in the strangest places. His face is so easy to remember, so I just come and say hello trying to explain why/where I met.
It is better to ask him for his name: I sure, we will meet again. :)

Flowers, spammers and retirement
Tuesday, June 15 2010, 18:45
Category: Diary, Tags: growing
Retirement
I just returned from the SwingFest kept in the Saint Petersburg suburb: tired, satisfied, with happy/funny/sad memories behind.

There is that feeling of 'being in the middle of nowhere' that is coming to me. The office work was never adorable by me. There were the first months I could think about being used to work this way. There were the first years I was injected to that system of money/expenses, investigated the independent life. And there are the last years when I have tried to feel my life, this almost hidden 'something' outside the nothing called 'I am going to success in the
office'.

I saw interesting stories, I spoke with interesting people, was astonished by all these suddenly known 'things made by people just to feel they are alive'. I was astonished and felt myself as a deep-water fish going to the surface by chance.

I am going to retire after almost all my life spent working, working, working... It was my early childhood when I did nothing to do, almost nothing: parents told me to do things, I investigated the basics of the world. Then, the school: classes, homework, classes, homework, activity. Then, that could have been be a chance to spread wings, the university: lectures, homework, laboratories, lectures... Finally, the full-time job.

Whole my short life, almost every day I had duties, obligations, methods and judges. And I am going to be totally free for a month, a year... I do not know.
I should stop, recall all my small dreams, finish all my small ideas. And, of course, good thoughts should come to that head: thoughts about the life, jobs, dreams and ways.

Spammers
I have no ideas about how my blog could become so popular, but I have ~40 spam messages per day and have no time to thoroughly sort it. So, I just remove all messages that were marked as spam by the DotClear engine. Please forgive me if some real messages were removed that way!

Flowers
Oh, yeah. After trying to grow flowers with my new greenhouse equipped with low-power 20W luminous lamps, after the obvious fail, the work began at new. I rolled up my sleeves, developed and built new metal lampshades, equipped it with 'enough-to-every-purpose-super-bright' mercury lamps (125W), changed the radiator for triacs and made the new note in my 'flowers diary':

10-June-2010. Nemophila menziesii (two species), sedum, lobelia.

It will be great! The 2 facts about lobelia was googled straightway:
1. Bad one: they are in blossom in 3 months! 3 months of that green flower-less plants! I planned to leave my flat earlier!
2. Funny one: its leaves can be smoked! :)

The first fact is not so bad, because I set the brilliant weather for plants: 35/25 degrees of Celcium for days/nights and 125W mercury lamps (>6250lm).

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