In Lake Wobegon, you learned about being All Right. Life is complicated, so
think small. You can't live life in raging torrents, you have to take it
one day at a time, and if you need drama, read Dickens. My dad said, "You
can't plant corn and date women at the same time. It doesn't work." One
thing at a time. The lust for world domination does not make for the good
life. It's the life of the raccoon, a swash-buckling animal who goes
screaming into battle one spring night, races around, wins a mate, carries
on a heroic raccoon career, only to be driven from the creekbed the next
spring by a young stud who leaves teethmarks in your butt and takes away
your girlfriend, and you lie wounded and weeping in the ditch. Later that
night, you crawl out of the sumac and hurl yourself into the path of
oncoming headlights. Your gruesome carcass lies on the hot asphalt to be
picked at by crows. Nobody misses you much. Your babies grow up and do the
same thing. Nothing is learned. This is a life for bank robbers. It is not
a life for sensible people.
--Garrison Keillor, in Wobegon Boy
This server is a small machine serving as primary DNS, mail, and webserver
for several private domains, individually held by Adam
and several friends.
It's physically located in Watertown, Massachusetts, but that's never stopped
it from having a good time.