March 26, 2020

From Gerald R. Lucas

Issues Solved covid-19: day 14 | US: GA | info | exit

There were two issues I needed to solve on my new server that I couldn’t yesterday: (1) apache (or php) was not talking with mysql, and (2) I couldn’t get certbot to install. Both actually ended up being simple fixes.

The mysql issue involved authentication. I only learned this by turning on debugging in Wordpress. Following the advice of others, I was able to solve this issue within mysql easily. I transferred my Wordpress sites, and they seemed to be running just fine. Oops, all except for the url rewrites. Again, this was just the matter of a tweak in the apache2 configuration file. I really love doing this stuff, and the open-source community lends such great support to us noobs.


As the above makes clear, I soon fixed my certbot issue. It was a matter of a different install to support my version of Ubuntu. Then—BAM!—it ran like a charm. I am truly impressed at this free service. Let’s Encrypt provides a valuable service for securing the internet, and it’s super easy compared to Namecheap’s complicated and often problematic process. Plus, did I mention, these certificates are free? Yes Namecheap oftens runs specials on their certificates, but I’ve always had to pay something—usually a minimum of $10. I’d rather donate to projects like this.


Sir Patrick does not read sonnet 5, saying it’s “too hard.” The theme here is how to best preserve beauty. The chief conceit is perfume-making.

Sonnet 5
By: William Shakespeare[1]

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on[2] 5
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer’s distillation left,[3]
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, 10
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,[4]
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance[5] still lives sweet.

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The situation from sonnet 5 continues. So how does one thwart winter? By having children, of course. And not just one: 10 would not only increase his happiness, but defeat death, as ten children would guarantee his posterity.

Sonnet 6
By: William Shakespeare • Read by: Patrick Stewart

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed.[6]
That use is not forbidden usury, 5
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: 10
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.


  1. Some notes taken from Ledger, G. R. (2014). "Sonnet 5". Shakespeare's Sonnets. Oxquarry Books Ltd. Retrieved 2020-03-26.
  2. This could be read literally, but a duplicity is also implied: that time makes youth erroneously think summer will last forever.
  3. If summer’s distillation had not been preserved. This refers to the distillation of perfume from fragrant flowers, such as roses.
  4. Beauty’s influence would be lost.
  5. Essence, or what they truly are; more prosaically: “soul.”
  6. Enrich some place, some maiden’s womb with your treasure (seed, children) before you truly kill yourself be not procreating.