Mailman 3 August 2009 - Mailman-Users

Re: [Mailman-Users] Word Wrap
by Adrean Clark 18 Aug '09

18 Aug '09

I'm still having trouble with word wrap. I send out messages in plain text, and I don't have the message editor enabled. I've pasted a sample message below. Also notice in the first sentence of the article a > sign was added. It's not in the original -- where did that come from? Thanks for all your help. Adrean From: "Clerc Scar" <clercscar(a)clercscar.com> CLERC SCAR 8.1 17 August 2009 ===== Need to smile or laugh? Check out deaf cartoons at http://www.mdaigletoons.com ! Need something to thank interpreters? Order greeting cards at http://www.mdaigletoons.com/order.html ! Need a logo, illustration or graphic work for your business? Check out artwork at http://www.mattdaigle.com ! All done by a deaf artist/cartoonist--Matt Daigle ===== CHASING VISTAS 7 Melanie Bond Words: 2,441 [Memoir] Chapter 18 Amnicon Falls State Park >From Little Girls Point, we headed west on U.S. Highway 2 and entered northern Wisconsin. After two hours of driving, we passed a road sign pointing toward Amnicon Falls State Park. On the spur of the moment, we decided to stop and stretch our legs a bit. What a surprise it turned out to be when we spotted not just one big waterfall but also many smaller cascading falls! We all hurried down the steep rocky steps to stand close to the Upper Falls and felt its misty spray and thunderous roar. It was fascinating to watch the Amnicon River tumble downstream over many flat layers of rock. With the sun hanging low in the sky, piercing flashes of sunlight danced across the rippling waters like diamonds. The Amnicon River descends 640 feet from its headwaters to Great Lake Superior. In the past, as these rushing waters tumbled over rocky ledges, they broke off more than 190 feet of rock exposing the Douglas Fault which is considered to be a geologic wonder. It had been the Ojibway Indians who had named the Amnicon River. It means "where the fish spawn." The tannic acid-colored waters support the only native muskie population in this region, as well as several species of trout, salmon, walleye, and migrating steelhead. Soon Dano pointed his finger downstream and cried out, "Mom, look the other way! Can you see that bridge? I want to go on it! Can we?" I turned to look and sure enough, it was there. But it wasn't just "a bridge"--it was a 55-foot wood-covered foot bridge that spanned the Lower Falls. What a quaint picture it was! We hurried over to the bridge and crossed it, not realizing that we were crossing over to a little island. This island was completely surrounded by cascading waterfalls. It was amazing! Here, there were beautiful contrasting white birch trees and aromatic evergreen trees. A nature trail circled around the perimeter of this island. The three of us had fun hiking through the woods close to the rocky cliff edges of this island. When Dano started running up some rocks precariously close to the drop-off ledges, Harvey shouted, "Dano, stop! You're too close to the edge! If you had taken a fall into the rapids below, that'd be the end of you! Stay close to us so that we can keep an eye on you!" We all had to be careful when we rounded the steepest part of the island. Here the trail was treacherously close to the edges. Feeling a little winded, I spotted a nice sun-baked flat rock and suggested, "How about we take a break and sit down for a few minutes so that I can catch my breath and admire the views around here?" We all plopped down on sun-warmed rocks, watched the cascading waters and listened to its thundering rock music which seemed to soothe our souls. Soon it was time to get moving again. We crossed back over the covered bridge but took time to stop on the bridge and admire the views from both sides. Looking upstream at the rocks above the Upper Falls, there was black basalt rock over a billion years old. Looking downstream were red sandstone believed to be 3,000 feet deep. Dano enjoyed the contrasting color lines of black basalt rock and red sandstone and was able to collect a tiny rock sample of each to take home with him. Dano observed, "Mom, this is just like the black and pink sands that wouldn't mix at Indian Lake!" "That's right!" I exclaimed. "Isn't that interesting! What do you suppose is the difference between these rocks and the sand at Indian Lake?" He responded in his didactic manner, "Erosion." That's my boy! As twilight began to fall, Harvey and I debated whether to camp overnight in this state park. Both Dano and I were in favor of staying here. But Harvey thought otherwise. He stated, "I think it's best to continue driving to make up for lost time." "What lost time?" I inquired. "Who's keeping track of time here? It's not like we have to keep a schedule! Besides, we've had a full day already and we're tired. So, why can't we just stay here?" Harvey repeated himself, "I'm sorry, Mel, but I feel that we need to put some miles on the road." "But, Harvey!" I retorted. "I don't like driving at night! I can't see anything! Besides, you have a hard time staying awake sometimes!" Dano chimed in, "Dad, I agree with Mom! I want to stay here!" Harvey had already made his mind up. It was no use trying to talk him out of it. He was quite determined to put in some distance between Amnicon Falls and God-knows-where-else-we-might-end-up! If we had known then that our planned four-week trip would stretch into 12 glorious weeks, he might have reconsidered the matter. But not just now. I thought to myself, What's one more day in the grand scheme of life? Chapter 19 Missed Bridge Exit Harvey was determined to leave Amnicon Falls State Park so that he could put more miles on the road this evening. It was a short drive to the Richard I. Bong Memorial Bridge connecting the twin port cities of Superior, Wisconsin, and Duluth, Minnesota. Richard I. Bong was the Ace of aces--the number one fighter pilot who flew on missions over Japan during World War II. On this evening, we would bing-bong this bridge not once, but twice! The first time we crossed the Bong Bridge, we were too busy admiring the views and not paying enough attention to road signs. It was natural to want to look out at the beautiful St. Louis River to our left and at the bay of Great Lake Superior to our right. What a spectacular view we caught of the huge glowing red-orange sun rapidly sinking below the horizon on the bay. The sun's last golden hues flashed, illuminating the white topsails of an entire fleet of sailboats sailing on the bay. The view was so captivating, so mesmerizing, and so peaceful that we completely missed our exit. We never expected the exit ramp to descend below the bridge and over the river rather than at the end of the bridge and on land. When we reached the bottom of the bridge at Duluth, we found ourselves in a dark and dreary ghetto-like downtown area. It appeared slummy and scary at night. We couldn't seem to find any signs that would lead us back to the highway that we needed to be on. Every twist and turn we took dead-ended or went nowhere. We were stymied as to how we could find our way out of this labyrinth. Where were the straight and narrow highways when you needed one? I pleaded with Harvey, "We're not getting anywhere, all we're doing is going around in circles! Please stop and ask someone for directions!" Harvey replied, "Mel, we'll find our way out soon, okay? Try not to panic because I need to be able to concentrate on my driving." But after a few more unsuccessful attempts to extricate ourselves from this darkened city, I begged him one more time. "Harvey, please, just go ask someone for directions! It'll save us time and all this running around!" Harvey responded, "All right, as soon as I can find a store or a gas station, I'll go in and ask someone for directions." He found a convenience store and as he jumped out of the van, I shouted after him, "Don't forget to write the directions down!" But, of course, he didn't write them down! He's like most men who are often reluctant to ask for directions. Perhaps that takes all the fun out of their hunting instinct! He soon returned to the van. I asked, "Did you write the directions down?" He responded, "Well, no! I didn't have a paper or a pen! It's complicated! I can't remember everything the guy told me. Look, it's stressful driving around in unfamiliar cities at night. I can't even read the street signs unless I stop the car and get out! Do me a favor, try not to panic because it only makes our situation worse. If you stress me out, I won't be able to drive! I need you to be calm. We'll figure our way out of here, okay?" "Okay!" I replied. "I won't say another word! I'll just close my eyes!" And he did get us out, in a roundabout way. He caught sight of a road sign for U.S. Highway 2 and took us back over the Bond Bridge--oops, the Bong Bridge--to Superior, Wisconsin, even though it was facing the wrong direction. But he had fully intended to do this so that we could retrace our steps and figure out where we had gone wrong. He turned our van and camper around and bing-bonged back across the bridge to Duluth, Minnesota. He stated emphatically, "Now let's pay attention to the road signs here on the bridge and watch for our exit sign, okay?" Together, we watched for it carefully and there it was, our exit sign, hanging down from the top of the bridge ironworks! And what a ride our exit ramp turned out to be, as it looped down and around and under the bridge, totally bypassing downtown Duluth. Thank God, we were now on our way! Chapter 20 The Darkest Night Our jubilation upon leaving Duluth, Minnesota, didn't last long. For the next treacherous 50 miles, we encountered concrete barriers, orange and white construction barrels, orange cones and dark, unmarked rain-slicked roads. A downpour made highway traveling extremely hazardous. I was frightened and angry about the foolishness of driving through what turned out to be the darkest night in Minnesota. Continuous road detours, dark mounds of dirt piled high and roads which suddenly dropped off 3-5 inches onto gravel roads startled and frightened us. There wasn't a single soul in sight, not even the faintest hint of light from anywhere as the rain continued to obscure our visibility. I felt as if we had been sucked into a black hole along with the lights which emanated from our headlights. It seemed as if any trace of light was swallowed up by the darkness. I was terrified and started to panic. Harvey stopped the car in the middle of the road to warn me, "Stop panicking! I can't concentrate on where I'm going when you're like this! I need you to be quiet because this is a dangerous area! I can't even see the road five feet in front of me!" That was exactly my point! Why were we driving? I quieted down and said a quick prayer for our safety. Harvey drove at an interminably slow, cautious speed. We came to a spot where he wasn't quite sure if the dirt road here had just ended with no clearly defined detour route to follow. He stopped the van once again in the middle of the road and advised, "Lock the van and don't open it up for anyone unless it's me!" He then got out of the van to scout out the area in soaking rain until he could figure out how the poorly marked road detour was set up. I started worrying about all the "what ifs" anything should happen to him while he was exposed to the elements. There was nothing I could do to help him if he ran into any trouble. Much to my relief, he rapped on the window and I quickly unlocked the door for him. I was glad to see him! Dripping wet, he said, "I can't believe there aren't better road signs out here to help guide us through this quagmire! But from what I can tell, I think the road continues about a block or so, then turns right. Hopefully, that'll take us back to the main highway." And he was right. As soon as we had cleared the road construction zone, relief poured through us. The crisis was over. At this time, we were all hungry and tired. There was no restaurant or fast food stand for miles and miles. This was not good! At about five minutes before 10:00 p.m., we came to a 4-corner junction in the middle of nowhere. Harvey detected a faint glow of light beyond the four corners. To our surprise we saw a burger joint called Troy's. What a beautiful sight it was for sore eyes and hungry bellies! It appeared as if the place was starting to close up for the night. But being as desperate as we were for some sustenance, Harvey told me, "Mel, I've got to run in and make sure they're still opened up for business. We can't take a chance on getting locked out!" I watched Harvey as he quickly hurried over to the doors, found them unlocked and went inside. That was a good sign! He asked the servers at the counter, "Are you guys still open for business? We haven't eaten for a long while. Perhaps we could get food to go!" Both servers replied, "No, no! You don't have to rush off! We'll stay open for another half-an-hour so that you and your family can come in and sit down, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy your meals!" "Well, thank you!" Harvey replied. "I really appreciate that!" He came back out to the van and told us the good news. We all hustled inside and placed our food order. I was so grateful for the servers who were willing to extend their hospitality an extra half hour for us. We enjoyed our burgers, fries, onion rings, and malteds. What a glorious grease joint it was! I imagined this joint standing in the middle of endless corn fields though I didn't have the visual clues to tell me what was REALLY out there! Much to our regret, we missed out on the opportunity to visit and explore Minnesota's many natural wonders. On this darkest of nights, Harvey drove almost clear across the state of Minnesota. At around 11:30 p.m. with just a few miles left to go before entering North Dakota, we finally pulled off at a rest area and slept for a few hours in our van. It turned out to be a chilly night and without a blanket to cover my bare legs and feet, I slept rather fitfully trying to stay warm. In the morning, my aching knees were rather annoyed with me! [To be continued next week.] ===== Melanie Bond is the moderator of several key discussion lists in the deaf-blind community. ===== We welcome letters to the editors in response to this piece. Send to editor(a)clercscar.com. We reserve the right to edit letters for space and clarity or not to publish a letter. We are always open to submissions. Submit your writing, artwork, or video to editor(a)clercscar.com. To subscribe, email subscribe(a)clercscar.com with the message "Subscribe daily" or "Subscribe weekly." To unsubscribe, email subscribe(a)clercscar.com with the message "Unsubscribe me." Find us on Twitter and Facebook! Visit our archives or bookstore at http://www.clercscar.com Copyright 2009 by Clerc Scar. All rights reserved. ***** Clerc Scar Email Publication of the Signing Community http://www.clercscar.com

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exim4 + mailman on debian...unrouteable addresses?
by shawn 18 Aug '09

18 Aug '09

i have a problem with this set up. i've searched and searched all over and can't find a useful solution. i have followed these documents http://www.debian-administration.org/article/Mailman_and_Exim4 http://www.debian-administration.org/articles/140 http://www.exim.org/howto/mailman21.html exim4, procmail and maildir are all working fine. but, when we create a mailman list and try to send to the list (e.g. mailman(a)example.com) i receive an error saying the user/address is unrouteable? web:~# exim4 -bt shawn(a)example.com R: system_aliases for shawn@localhost R: userforward for shawn@localhost R: procmail for shawn@localhost shawn@localhost <-- shawn(a)example.com router = procmail, transport = procmail_pipe web:~# but... web:~# exim4 -bt mailman(a)example.com mailman(a)example.com is undeliverable: Unrouteable address web:~# i have been banging my head against this for two days now and i can't find anything that makes sense online? any ideas? do i need to add a "user" alias in each /etc/exim4/virtual/... configuration? if i do that, then the mail delivers to what ever local user i alias, but it won't post to the list?

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32 vs 64bit
by Hicks, Robert CTR 18 Aug '09

18 Aug '09

I am having to rebuild a mailman server. Are there any problems running mailman under a 64bit system? Robert

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Easiest way to move a list to a new domain?
by J.A. Terranson 17 Aug '09

17 Aug '09

Greetings, We have a list that is likely to be changing domains, but not list names or IP, in the very near future. Could you point me to a resource that show the best way to handle this? Thanks! //Alif -- Yours, J.A. Terranson sysadmin_at_mfn.org 0xpgp_key_mgmt_is_broken-dont_bother "Never belong to any party, always oppose privileged classes and public plunderers, never lack sympathy with the poor, always remain devoted to the public welfare, never be satisfied with merely printing news, always be drastically independent, never be afraid to attack wrong, whether by predatory plutocracy or predatory poverty." Joseph Pulitzer 1907 Speech

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disable change password
by Angel Camacho Villan 14 Aug '09

14 Aug '09

hi list? somebody know how to disable the options to change password for users? thanks -- 2+2=5 dont try @..@ ( ---- ) Angel Camacho Villan ( >__< ) ^^ ~~ ^^

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Setting the Administrator's interface language to be different to the default language of the subscribers?
by Paul Hardy 14 Aug '09

14 Aug '09

I have spent a day looking through the Mailman documentation and searching the archives of this mailing list. I am administrating a list for a group of blind users who speak Japanese. A new user's first encounter with the system must be in Japanese. Therefore, the default_language is set to Japanese. This means the Adminstrator's interface is also in Japanese. This is fine for the most part. However, it needs to be in English from time to time. When it is in English, new users will see an English-language welcome email. How can I force all new users to Japanese, whilst being able to select the Administrator's language at will?

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Exporting Mailman List Question
by Teggy Maris 14 Aug '09

14 Aug '09

Hello, I use mailman at the University of Washington. Has helped manage our email lists tremendously. Is there any way to export a mailman list into Excel or another program? Thanks! Teggy Maris University of Washington, Human Resources 206-543-6966

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FW: Question
by Cherry Cooper 14 Aug '09

14 Aug '09

Gptours mailing list administration Membership Management... Section I am trying to upload all of the email addresses we have saved for a private mailing and can not find any instructions on how to do this Please advise Thanks Cherry Cooper Chief Operating Officer Grand Prix Tours 26 Corporate Plaza, Suite 150 Newport Beach, CA 92660, USA Tel: +1 949 719 3350 Fax: +1 949 719 3360 www.gptours.com

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Mailman error message
by Hung Phan 13 Aug '09

13 Aug '09

Hello, all Have anyone run into this message: Received-SPF: softfail (google.com: domain of transitioning test-bounces(a)mailman.k12.or.us does not designate 74.125.149.50 as permitted sender) client- ip=74.125.149.50; Authentication-Results: mx.google.com; spf=softfail (google.com: domain of transitioning test-bounces(a)mailman.k12.or.us does not designate 74.125.149.50 as permitted sender) smtp.mail=csd_staff-bounces(a)mailman.canby.k12.or.us We use Exim 4.69 and Mailman 2.0.11 on Fedora 10. We just recently added Postini archiving service; therefore, it alters the inbound as well as outbound gateway. A quick Google shows up with something about SPF and permitted sender. The above message seems to indicate that we need to add the 72.125. address into our server. Any pointer is greatly appreciated. Thank you,

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Corrupted archives ...
by Glenn Sieb 13 Aug '09

13 Aug '09

Hullo, I'm running mailman-2.1.12, with the htdig patches on FreeBSD 7.0 I have a list with archives that are about 10 years old. The archive mbox size is 175M. I was alerted by a subscriber that the August 2009 archives list 128 "No subject" emails that "look funny." So I looked.. sure enough they're there. And they look something like this when I click on a single email listed in the archives: No subject Mon Aug 10 18:53:40 EDT 2009 * Previous message: [Redacted] Blah... * Next message: No subject * Messages sorted by: [ date ] [ thread ] [ subject ] [ author ] Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:27:19 PST X-Originating-IP: [63.11.227.157] From: "redacted" <redacted_at...> To: redacted Date: Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:27:19 PST Mailing-List: contact redacted X-Mailing-List: redacted Precedence: bulk List-Help: <http://www.example.com/redacted/info.html>, <mailto:redacted at example.com> List-Unsubscribe: <mailto:redacted-unsubscribe at example.com> List-Archive: <http://www.example.com/redacted/> Reply-To: redacted Subject: [Redacted] Redacted MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Status: RO Content-Length: 7352 Lines: 174 (body of email starts here) >From Redacted <redacted at u...> Wed Dec 15 00:40:19 1999 Delivered-To: redacted Received: (listserv 1.291); by f7; 15 Dec 1999 08:43:59 -0000 Delivered-To: redacted Date: 15 Dec 99 03:44:15 EST From: Redacted <redacted at u...> To: redacted X-Mailing-List: redacted Precedence: bulk List-Help: <http://www.example.com/redacted/info.html>, <mailto:redacted at example.com> List-Unsubscribe: <mailto:redacted-unsubscribe at example.com> List-Archive: <http://www.example.com/redacted/> Reply-To: redacted Subject: [Redacted] RedactedMIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable (body of email starts here...) (another email starts here, as above...) (end of example) Everything looks fine if I use mutt -f listname.mbox in the private archives directory for the list. Has anyone had problems like this? My GoogleFu is failing me, or at least isn't showing me anything like this. Thanks in advance! --Glenn

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