Hosting at Hetzner.DE
I have been using dedicated servers at Hetzner for more than fifteen years for myself and for work, and it's been a good experience overall.
I have been using dedicated servers at Hetzner for more than fifteen years for myself and for work, and it's been a good experience overall.
The other route is to go through NOIDA, but due to ongoing construction, many of the exits off the main road may now be blocked. Thus the former route via the Barrage is to be preferred.
See this map for an overview of the area.
Sultanpur is a nice place to go bird watching.
The Park is open from 0630 to 1800 from April 1 to September 30 (it closes at 1630 during "winter", from October 1 to March 31). You might have some trouble getting in at 0630 (you can always sneak in through the Rosy Pelican (the next gate to the left), but I didn't tell you that).
My summary of things you need to understand when installing Postgres. Originally written for Postgres 7.4; the concepts still apply, but the details are long outdated.
This chapter was commissioned by SAMS Publishing for "Red Hat Linux 7.2 Unleashed" in 2001. They graciously allowed me to reproduce the text here (with minor edits).
I think of myself in a mirror, thinking about thinking of me. I laugh at scary reflections, not recognising the things I see. On Mondays, I'm brightly coloured: the week gives me time to fade. By Friday, I'm a dirty gray, and on Saturday, a paler shade. Which leaves a single day to clean a muddied palette left to dry. to prepare for the week ahead, to wonder who I am, and why.
I had a favourite shade of blue, and suddenly, it's no longer there. a vanishing hue, leaving my canvas strangely bare. It might not be a special blue, or one that you've never seen. it defies accurate description, and it beats the hell out of green. I have a favourite shade of blue: a colour, shadows, memories of you.
I live inside a cheerfully lit, tastefully decorated bubble and I call it my home. I breathe non-toxic fumes; filtered through my bubble and purified. Suddenly, I'm swimming through concrete which has appeared, unnoticed, from somewhere. I think about this while eating my mock turtle-stew. and it's really quite good: the stew, I mean.
The sheep are numbered, colour-coded; arranged in distracting patterns on the brink of wakefulness. My mind unravels after them; threads of the wrong colour, too interesting to be ignored. Everything conspires to wake me as I float towards a darkness which eludes me. The flesh is willing, but the spirit dissolves into consciousness again. I want my money back.
I remember standing by a waterfall and watching water fall from a height, aim for me... miss, hit the ground, bounce, and fail to escape from the seething cauldron at the bottom. A cold, deep pool amidst the rocks and a little mumbling stream twisting hurriedly away. I remember the sea in peaceful slumber, breathing slowly in my ear as I stood beside it. I look at the green plastic bucket full of water in front of me and enjoy my bath immensely.