Any images that has been customized and deployed on the embedded OS usually has the issue with the Admin Template container being empty. I am refering to the template in GP Editor specifically.
Well, I tried several thing but to no avail. Finally I downloaded the Group Policy ADM file from Microsoft and that seemed to fix the issue.
http://www.microsoft.com/en-us/download/details.aspx?id=18664
It may not work for your particular issue but at least worth trying. My reason for posting it & making it available is due to the frustration of trying to find a solution to edit the admin templates.
Enjoy!
Identity
What is your identity? How do you identify yourself? Is it your name on your ID card or passport, Is it your social security number or is it where you live? I am beginning to understand or more accurately contemplate on it since coming back from our weekend trip from VA.
Name, SSN, Location are all part of our identity. But I think our values, morals, ethics we have shapes us too. Granted, values, morals and ethics can change over time. Before I used to have certain believe about gays and lesbians, but not anymore. My moral stands have changed despite a different upbringing.
Identity is simply who you/I am as a person.
And a person discovers some of who he/she is as a child, as a teenager from their parents. Parents play a big role in shaping the child's future, giving him the strength to navigate and figure out who he is.
I came to realize just that after spending, listening to my sister-in-law over the weekend.
Name, SSN, Location are all part of our identity. But I think our values, morals, ethics we have shapes us too. Granted, values, morals and ethics can change over time. Before I used to have certain believe about gays and lesbians, but not anymore. My moral stands have changed despite a different upbringing.
Identity is simply who you/I am as a person.
And a person discovers some of who he/she is as a child, as a teenager from their parents. Parents play a big role in shaping the child's future, giving him the strength to navigate and figure out who he is.
I came to realize just that after spending, listening to my sister-in-law over the weekend.
Thanksgiving 2012
Thanksgiving 2012: this is the first time we broke the
tradition me & Ruma had started. Because of moving & such, we skipped
making, hosting the Thanksgiving dinner this year. Instead we had dinner with
one of our friends and the highlight was ‘khasir mangsho’ and roasted chicken.
It makes me sad. It makes me sad for not being able to buy
the turkey, wash & clean it with Siana watching, and then bake it. Last
year she was quite excited. She kept asking if the Turkey was done yet. She wanted
to open the fridge to make sure the turkey was OK. Didn’t get to do any of
those this year.
But I am also delighted, happy about not getting sucked into
the whole ‘Black Friday’ thing this year. Just like Eid, Thanksgiving is about
spending time with family, loved ones, or close friends. It is sad to see the
whole thing becoming more & more commercialized. For big retails, ‘Black
Friday’ wasn't enough; they had to start ‘Black Thursday’ too? Or at least that’s
what it seemed like on my run on Thursday morning at 4.00 am. I was running down
Hickman when I saw all these people lined up in front of Kmart and more cars were
turning in to the parking lot. Part of me felt devastated for humanity.
This is the kind of world our kids are going to grow up in? What
are we teaching to our kids? It is more important to possess something, post about
it on Facebook than spend time with your family. So what will happen when a kid
living in Kansas finds out about the great deal in the only store in Nebraska? Won’t
he be tempted to skip the dinner with family for the awesome deal? Is that not
happening already?
At our friends’ house last night, I was trying to make the
point, trying to get the idea, message across. I even used the Eid as a
connotation. It felt like, I was hitting a wall with all five adults. The blank
expression on their face and right afterward showing the stuff they had bought
on BF.
We as humans are already turning books down in favor of some
gadgets. We are already forgetting how to write with a pen & paper. Now it
is more important to post a pic of a dying person on Facebook then help that
person…well hell, we might as well kick Thanksgiving to the curb.
Being in IT
So, what is it like being in IT? Why am I even asking that
question after all these years?
Well, we had to make a pretty big decision between
relocating to Minneapolis or Charlotte. That’s another post, to be followed
soon. But this process has been frustrating. Making the decision and getting everything
lined up, has been a major pain. But as we are preparing to leave, I have been
discovering a lot about myself and to some extent about my better half.
About myself, being in IT:
1.
Very detail oriented. I constantly find myself
going over several things over and over.
2.
With that also comes, things being in order. Even
if it looks chaotic from outside, in my head at least I have a good idea the
order things should be.
3.
When things are not in order or the details are
fuzzy, I get irritated easily.
4.
Having a child I have also learned the value of “Backup
Plan.” It is very important for me to have some sort of backup plan in place if
one or two things go wrong during the process.
There’s a devil inside me that sometimes wants to throw
everything on the curb and just go with. I highly doubt that will ever happen;
I highly doubt my subconscious will ever let me do that though.
Now, these might be desirable to have on an employee. What will
happen though when I get old? How am I going to react to forgetting things?
Things not being in order…
About Pagli:
1.
She has enormous patience. Whether it is putting
up with all my madness, going over everything over and over or just Siana or
both, she puts up with it.
2.
She has the ability to calm me down. I need to
figure out how exactly she does that?
3.
She is also starting to see things more from a
flowchart perspective. Thinking ahead and now.
4.
She is always trying to find ways to save money.
Since we have been thinking about a second kid, I would’ve never think of using
Siana’s crib but she first made the suggestion to save us from buying another
one.
Patience & Perseverance
Since the incident on my bike, I haven't been able to go for a run. Hell, I could barely walk anything more than quarter mile.
Immediately after the incident I could barely walk. It would hurt to sit. Driving was hell. Slowly after doing all the ice & heat treatment and burning my skin in the process I started to recover. I still ride and it feels great. Though not too fond of the cold, riding in the cold. But I also missed running. I am not the kind of person who can sit still. I move around and have to move around. Without being able to run, I have been miserable.
Last two days I have focusing a lot on stretching. My good old friend stretching. To this day, I credit my stretching and giving myself ample time to warm up, for my awesome, amazing runs. Ha...the days of Los Angeles. How I miss you?? I tried going for a run on Monday. I could barely walk, it was painful. I was sweating crazy even though I was tippy-toeing and it was cold that evening. I couldn't manage to cover even a half mile. I dragged myself back home all broken & frustrated.
Next day, I went for a bike ride. My knees were in pain. I could also feel a little jolts of pain on the back of my thigh from time to time. But I didn't give up.
Finally this morning, I was contemplating on working out when I had the feeling I could go for a run. The simple thought of running was getting me really worked up. Laced my shoes, put on the jacket with the hole on the back and head out the door listening to Deadmau5 "The Veldt." At the beginning nothings hurting. I am getting more excited. But slowed myself down not to get hurt again. From time to time, felt uncomfortable, at times it felt like learning the whole running all over again....
But such is life...
Immediately after the incident I could barely walk. It would hurt to sit. Driving was hell. Slowly after doing all the ice & heat treatment and burning my skin in the process I started to recover. I still ride and it feels great. Though not too fond of the cold, riding in the cold. But I also missed running. I am not the kind of person who can sit still. I move around and have to move around. Without being able to run, I have been miserable.
Last two days I have focusing a lot on stretching. My good old friend stretching. To this day, I credit my stretching and giving myself ample time to warm up, for my awesome, amazing runs. Ha...the days of Los Angeles. How I miss you?? I tried going for a run on Monday. I could barely walk, it was painful. I was sweating crazy even though I was tippy-toeing and it was cold that evening. I couldn't manage to cover even a half mile. I dragged myself back home all broken & frustrated.
Next day, I went for a bike ride. My knees were in pain. I could also feel a little jolts of pain on the back of my thigh from time to time. But I didn't give up.
Finally this morning, I was contemplating on working out when I had the feeling I could go for a run. The simple thought of running was getting me really worked up. Laced my shoes, put on the jacket with the hole on the back and head out the door listening to Deadmau5 "The Veldt." At the beginning nothings hurting. I am getting more excited. But slowed myself down not to get hurt again. From time to time, felt uncomfortable, at times it felt like learning the whole running all over again....
But such is life...
3 lesson
October 16, 2012. That was Tuesday. It was around 4.45pm. I had left work a little early. Took the Westown Parkway to get home. Usually the traffic on that road tends to be light after work hour and it has some nice twist & turns, love it. So, here I am at the end of the ride, I pulled into our driveway on my bike (Kawasaki Ninja 250). As I am coming in, there's some overgrown weeds on the driveway.
The Weed Story: It was a mistake moving to this place. Should have done a little bit of digging on the landlord. According to our lease, his son suppose to be taking care of the lawn. But I haven't seen Mitch since mid summer. The weeds in the driveway, the grasses in the backyard are over grown. He did show up once to do the front yard so as to avoid getting any notice. This place is falling apart. It sucks. After much complaining, Doug's sister and his brother-in-law came over to take care of the backyard and the broken branches, but not the weed on the driveway.
Back to my story: I am pulling in and turning to stop the bike at an angle so as to back it up in the garage. When the unthinkable happens. Being on top the weeds at an angle, the bike gives out on me. The front tire slipped and the bike starts to fall on my right. Caught off guard, I try my best to stop it from falling. And that's when I feel the pressure & pull at the same time on my right leg. I could tell, I am hurt but I was concerned about the bike. The bike checks out fine. I come inside, and immediately take 2 ibuprofen for the pain that's developing.
By that night, it is bad. I can barely stretch or move my leg. It's obvious I've strained my muscle. On Wednesday, due to the severe pain and irritation, I emailed Doug and he hasn't even replied yet. I am amazed.
At the moment, Saturday morning, I tried going for a run. The initial muscle pain has subsided quite a bit. It still hurts if I am sitting too long. But when I tried to not run, not jog but simply tiptoe, it hurts. I feel a sharp pain on my nerve. I may need to talk to the doctor who saw me on Thursday or see an specialist.
This is just like the time I twisted my ankle. 3 lesson while I was dealing with the emotion of not getting a single fucking call or reply from Doug, and also not being able to run either.
1. Take it slow, this is going to take time
2. Don't give up, keep trying.
3. Always be humble.
I will write more later. Gotta go to MN for apartment hunting.
The Weed Story: It was a mistake moving to this place. Should have done a little bit of digging on the landlord. According to our lease, his son suppose to be taking care of the lawn. But I haven't seen Mitch since mid summer. The weeds in the driveway, the grasses in the backyard are over grown. He did show up once to do the front yard so as to avoid getting any notice. This place is falling apart. It sucks. After much complaining, Doug's sister and his brother-in-law came over to take care of the backyard and the broken branches, but not the weed on the driveway.
Back to my story: I am pulling in and turning to stop the bike at an angle so as to back it up in the garage. When the unthinkable happens. Being on top the weeds at an angle, the bike gives out on me. The front tire slipped and the bike starts to fall on my right. Caught off guard, I try my best to stop it from falling. And that's when I feel the pressure & pull at the same time on my right leg. I could tell, I am hurt but I was concerned about the bike. The bike checks out fine. I come inside, and immediately take 2 ibuprofen for the pain that's developing.
By that night, it is bad. I can barely stretch or move my leg. It's obvious I've strained my muscle. On Wednesday, due to the severe pain and irritation, I emailed Doug and he hasn't even replied yet. I am amazed.
At the moment, Saturday morning, I tried going for a run. The initial muscle pain has subsided quite a bit. It still hurts if I am sitting too long. But when I tried to not run, not jog but simply tiptoe, it hurts. I feel a sharp pain on my nerve. I may need to talk to the doctor who saw me on Thursday or see an specialist.
This is just like the time I twisted my ankle. 3 lesson while I was dealing with the emotion of not getting a single fucking call or reply from Doug, and also not being able to run either.
1. Take it slow, this is going to take time
2. Don't give up, keep trying.
3. Always be humble.
I will write more later. Gotta go to MN for apartment hunting.
Being Persistent, not giving up
September 24, 2012: This date shall be marked &
celebrated. History was made on this day, the undone was done. Overall 2012
should be marked for quite a few good things so far.
1.
During Memorial Day Weekend, for the first time
my wife went hiking. We drove for about 12 hours from Des Moines to Estes Park,
CO, stayed at a cabin by the Colorado River. From there we hiked the Rocky
Mountain National Park. And she did it while she was having the time of the
month and in the Colorado cold.
2.
Last month for the first time in her life, my
wife went camping. Granted we were only 15 miles from home at the Saylorville
Lake. But we camped for two nights. She braved the dark nights, all the
raccoons, noises, a little bit rain, super heavy wind and the cold.
3.
Yesterday after trying for about two hours, and
not giving up my wife finally started pedaling. For the first time in her life,
she started riding the bike. She rode the bike on the Windsor Heights trail.
The day before we went out on the trail. I put on a new, plusher seat for her
and was able to take only one pedal off. That evening she only practiced
rolling, tippy toeing. Yesterday I put the pedal back on. We hit the trail. She
kept trying to roll while raise her feet to pedal. I realized than how
challenging it is for someone who’s never done it before. For those who know
how to bike, it’s like swimming. And that’s why we never realized how hard,
daunting it can be for the newbies.
The magic happened after about half mile
down the trail. There’s a pretty good slope after about half a mile and I told
her to use that to her advantage. She kept trying and trying. She kept on it
for at least an hour if not more. While I was at the playground with our
daughter I saw her trying to pedal back to us and just being all over the
trail. I was quiet upset to tell the truth. You see, just before that Siana
(our daughter) fell off the slide and hit the ground pretty hard with her butt.
Poor kid got hurt bad, I was scared and in agony for her. So naturally I was
getting upset with my wife even though she didn’t have anything to do with it.
And then we saw it. She pedaled from the
bridge to us keeping the bike straight. Needless to say, both me and Siana, we
were static. We were screaming with joy. For a while, Siana actually forgot all
about her pain when she saw mommy biking. If I am not mistaken, she even said
something to the effect of ‘abbu, ammu is pedaling.’ I couldn’t agree more.
4.
This year, last Thursday to be more precise, I
finally did it. I went out and bought the Kawasaki Ninja 250R. Nabanita has no
clue, nobody knows so far. And it is due to be delivered today. I am excited,
sad and scared at the same time. Excited about owning a bike that I have feared
& loathed for the longest time. When I was taking the Basic Rider Course, I
remember thinking how come I haven’t done this before. Sad, the winter is upon
us. So, it will be a short season for me. Scared, cuz the sheer power the bike
has. The thrill but also the danger that comes with it.
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