So, I have this shiny Mac XServe I'm going to install in the rack at Visi. I'll move all my goodies off Scott's machine and moving email back from gmail to something I control. To this end, I needed to configure a mail server. I'd already configured postfix and cyrus-imapd for the new equipment at work, so I thought, no big deal, I'll do the same thing.

Sigh. As if.

I don't want to even think how much time I spent on this. I was to the point I was going to have to actually start debugging the code to figure out how to make it work. I really didn't want to do that. Why should setting up a mail server be this hard? It should just work!

So I did searching. I found references to setting up a mail server on Mac OS over at StepWise. Unfortunately, it was dated 2001. No longer useful.

So I did more searching. It turns out CommunigatePro is free for up to 5 users. It includes a Mac OS version with a complete installer. 15 minutes later, I had a working mail server.

Why, oh why is this so hard to do though? It should be easy.

A man has needs.

It's important to understand that, especially about yourself, especially during times of change. Recognize the needs and... satisfy them.

I've taken steps to satisfy some of my basic needs lately. Every other week, I meet with her. We spend, oh, an hour or so together, with her in my arms. An hour with this tall, stunning women in my arms is like a little piece of Heaven.

Lately, she's been praising my performance. But she's a professional. I know she's had more accomplished partners. Still, it's nice to hear that she's pleased.

She's teaching me new positions, new steps. Sometimes she tells me what she wants; other times, she lets me take the lead.

Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we hold hands. But really, the best is when I hold her in my arms and we move to our own music.

When we're done, I write a check. Only $60. And for my $60, my needs are met. I get a little exercise, I get some human contact, and I walk away with a big grin.

And she's taught me so much since I first met her. Just last week, we worked on the waltz. One-two-three, one-two-three...

Hmm. What did you think I was talking about?