Jailbreak
A few months ago, one of my fellow performers in The King & I asked me to give an overview of the applications I use, and explain the jailbreaking process. Weeks and weeks have past since this was requested of me, and now that the theatre season is finally over, I can grant his request. This is for you Ray.
In order to jailbreak an iPod (in this instance, an 8GB 2nd Generation Touch) you must have, among other things: a working knowledge of the bittorrent protocol (wiki), a passing familiarity with torrent applications (wiki), knowledge about what exactly it is you are doing (wiki), access to a firmware dump (click), and a spare half hour or so. I’m performing these operations on a custom Windows XP SP2 build. The process will vary to a degree with OS X and *nix machines.
//.Disclaimer: I am not responsibile for human stupidity. Perform this and other operations at your own risk.//
Now, onto the process:
- Identify your current firmware version (Settings > General > About > version). Once armed with that, consult the Lords of Kobal (click) and download a raw dump of said firmware.
- When that is completed, use the all-powerful Bittorrent protocol and download redsn0w (click). When the download is complete, read the readme.txt that accompanies it.
- Read, read, keep reading! Turn off your iPod Touch, backup everything that you want to save (contacts, bookmarks, todo lists, game saves, blah blah blah…), and turn the device off completely. Not sleep mode: off. Launch redsn0w from the top level and follow the instructions — make sure you only install Cydia, not Icy.
- The process will eventually complete, and cydia.app will be installed. You now have access to the black market.
Part two — an overview of what apps and hacks I am using — will come later.
Requiem
So. 2009-JUL-19, eleven minutes past seven. The final performance of Evita’s 2009 rendition will begin in…forty eight minutes. … And as I sit here in the AV booth, I find myself at a relative loss for words. Unusual, but not unpresidented. It seems crazy, but I’ve seen this production fifteen? times now, and I haven’t written about it. I would consider writing a long essay now, but I find the iPod touch keyboard to be very…confining.
One more Evita, seven more King & I, and seven more Producers — at which point I will start a new lifetime.
Bottoms up.
mlk
Waiting
So. Thursday, 20090716. 715 in the evening. The Evita cast is warming up, while Andrew, Oz and myself are in the A/V lair upstairs…waiting and chatting. Andrew picks up my lipstick, and asks “You really keep this in your bag?” (nods in affirmation). “Ya’ know, I never really took you for a normal guy.” I snort, asking “how many gay, autistic bipolar people do you know?” “You’re autistic?” “Yep: high functioning autistic.” “Are you one of those crazy bipolar people?” “On occasion.” “Ha! That’d be great, to see quiet Krenzer flip out & kick (evita/proxucers person)’s ass.” (smirks) “Sometimes I want to…”
Which begs the question: what is normal, what is truth? I generally believe in the archtypes: thief, rogue, battlemage, seeker, blah blah blah. Who defines them? Who decides which types are and are not permitted? What happens to those of us that fall outside the “normal” range?
Cognitive flatulence
Well. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be — though that doesn’t necessarily make it “good” either. This morning’s run-through, including intermission, ran at 165 minutes.
>_<
Collectively, it was a step forward — not a step to the side as I feared it would be. Now, if we can continue that momentum and avoid moments of cognitive flatulence… I agree with the director in his theory that “half our problems would go away if you just stayed in the play.” I also find it horribly ironic that, as Webb said those words, the little girl sitting in front of me was looking around at the birds.
Perhaps the play isn’t as lost as I feared it would be.
