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oops There is not enough space on the disk.
Posted Mar 9, 2013
There is not enough space on the disk.
Description: An unhandled exception occurred during the execution of the current web request. Please review the stack trace for more information about the error and where it originated in the code.
Exception Details: System.IO.IOException: There is not enough space on the disk.
Source Error:
[No relevant source lines]
Source File: c:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.NET\Framework\v2.0.50727\Temporary ASP.NET Files\dna_dnapages\731365ab\be9a6126\App_Web_jzpdrnbs.36.cs Line: 0
Stack Trace:
[IOException: There is not enough space on the disk.
]
System.IO.__Error.WinIOError(Int32 errorCode, String maybeFullPath) +7719720
System.IO.FileStream.WriteCore(Byte[] buffer, Int32 offset, Int32 count) +7480015
System.IO.FileStream.Write(Byte[] array, Int32 offset, Int32 count) +165
System.IO.StreamWriter.Flush(Boolean flushStream, Boolean flushEncoder) +95
System.IO.StreamWriter.Flush() +11
System.Diagnostics.TextWriterTraceListener.Flush() +26
System.Diagnostics.TraceInternal.WriteLine(String message) +239
System.Diagnostics.Trace.WriteLine(String message) +4
BBC.Dna.Utils.DnaDiagnostics.WriteToLogBase(String category, String text) +155
BBC.Dna.Utils.DnaDiagnostics.WriteTimedEventToLog(String category, String message) +252
BBC.Dna.Page.DnaBasePage.Page_Unload(Object sender, EventArgs e) +26
BBC.Dna.Page.DnaWebPage.Page_Unload(Object sender, EventArgs e) +20
System.Web.Util.CalliHelper.EventArgFunctionCaller(IntPtr fp, Object o, Object t, EventArgs e) +14
System.Web.Util.CalliEventHandlerDelegateProxy.Callback(Object sender, EventArgs e) +35
System.Web.UI.Control.OnUnload(EventArgs e) +8695066
System.Web.UI.Control.UnloadRecursive(Boolean dispose) +252
System.Web.UI.Page.UnloadRecursive(Boolean dispose) +23
System.Web.UI.Page.ProcessRequestCleanup() +43
System.Web.UI.Page.ProcessRequest(Boolean includeStagesBeforeAsyncPoint, Boolean includeStagesAfterAsyncPoint) +242
System.Web.UI.Page.ProcessRequest() +80
System.Web.UI.Page.ProcessRequestWithNoAssert(HttpContext context) +21
System.Web.UI.Page.ProcessRequest(HttpContext context) +49
ASP.morepostspage_aspx.ProcessRequest(HttpContext context) in c:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.NET\Framework\v2.0.50727\Temporary ASP.NET Files\dna_dnapages\731365ab\be9a6126\App_Web_jzpdrnbs.36.cs:0
System.Web.CallHandlerExecutionStep.System.Web.HttpApplication.IExecutionStep.Execute() +181
System.Web.HttpApplication.ExecuteStep(IExecutionStep step, Boolean& completedSynchronously) +75
Version Information: Microsoft .NET Framework Version:2.0.50727.3643; ASP.NET Version:2.0.50727.3634
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nat added a entry for a while so here is a work in progress
Posted Jul 4, 2012
Too the far shore, my very soul is
Rested and returned to that, that be before !
All around far ethered sky, my Id is
lost all confused, at what it knew it's unsure
As to why now crimson sky is blackening,
its stars like tears, disappear appear linking
Too the far shore, my very soul is
Rested and returned to that, you see before !
Now there's peace I'll have you know this
For what was then, as to as is now
the when the why they lead to how
Rested and returned to that, that be before !
Too the far shore, my very soul is
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just copied from another site but so true..t
Posted May 2, 2012
Being Green
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."
The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.
But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then.
We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
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In honour of Allingham and all the others
Posted Jul 31, 2009
The Cenotaph,
a lone cross stands in silence:
remembering,
on the eleventh day
on the eleventh month,
At the eleventh hour.
We who can,
will stand silenced:
like the dead from all walks of life
these nonentities stand like sentries,
for those forgotten armies
whose memories failing,
stand in tiers,
still trying to forget. Not
just for this day, not only this one.
Tears and fears, all over come
The natural act of trying to forget
All those unnatural ones.
Half dead, broken ones?
Standing alone in a sea of people.
In green fields: Of remembrance.
One sees all friends and foe alike,
many be, now dead not long forgotten.
But in peace,
fully rotting
in faraway fields or dyke.
In trenches entrenched.
On the edge of these fields,
poppies as red as the blood once bled
from those now bleached bones
exposed by plough.
Turning the sod to feed
the souls freed
from these bones
feeding the land
they now lie in.
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We can't forget (the likes of Allingham)
Posted Jul 30, 2009
The Cenotaph stands in silence ,
still remembering.
But on the eleventh day
on the eleventh month ,
At the eleventh hour,
we who will still stand silent.
Like the dead from
all walks of life these nonentities
Stand like sentries ,
for those forgotten armies who’es
Members memories failing stand ,
not trying to forget
For this day, only this one,
Tears and fears over come,
The natural act of trying to,
forget the unnatural ones.
Standing alone in a sea of people,
on a green field of remembrance
One sees all friend and foe alike,
now dead no longer forgotten.
But still rotting,
in faraway fields or dyke,
trenches entrenched.
On the edge of these Fields ,
poppies as red as the blood ,
bled from those,
Now bleached bones ,
exposed by plough shares ,
turning the sod
To feed those ,freed ,
by these bones
feeding the land they now lie in.
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