I sent the email authorizing the decommissioning of my first ARIS server.
We’ve upgraded to a new version of the product and it was easier to do that on a new server and the new server is (finally) up and running and stable and there are users in it and we are happy and everything is good.
And there’s no point in keeping the old server around. I’ve taken everything off of it and we are good to go with the new one. It’s wasteful to keep the space allocated, given that no one will be using it.
It’s just . . .
The old version of ARIS still looks like the first version of ARIS I learned on, in all it’s clunky, outdated German glory. It has all the ugly symbols and I know it inside and out and I could make it sing and dance.
The new version is slick and speedy and everyone likes it, but it sometimes feels like a bit of a flashy show off. Look at you, I say, with all of your reports hanging out where everyone can see them. I always felt a bit special that I knew where to find them and what they meant.
And that old server. I stood that baby up, entirely on my own. I learned about ISOs and security and using a server and killing a server and patching and and and.
I named that server Larry and I was his midwife and I thought we had something a little bit special. He was remarkably stable and sensible and only got a bit cranky once in a while. And even when he got cranky, it was really more of a whimper and a sense that he could use a bit of help, and as soon as he got his needed help he was his usual happy and smiling self again.
He only kicked out one of my users and I didn’t like that guy either, so maybe Larry was a smart little server after all.
Progress marches on and Larry is really only a virtualized server and IT will reclaim the space and what was Larry will become filled with random emails about where to go for lunch and overdue status reports.
Which is, in this age of progress and planned obsolescence exactly what should be.
I think I’ll hoist up a glass of bourbon to him. He was a good little server, by his lights.