How To: Compress Each Folder/Directory to Separate Archives in Linux
r3dux | June 27, 2009Lets say you’ve got a bunch of folders taking up a large swathe of space which you never really use but want to keep, just not taking up stacks of your NAS… How can you easily compress them all up to individual archives of each folder? Dead easy:
1 2 3 4 5 | #!/bin/bash for folder in */ do 7z a -mx9 -mmt "${folder%/}.7z" "$folder" done |
Save that to a file, chmod +x it and run in the location you want to compress the folders. Every folder (and all contents within) will be compressed to its own foldername.7z archive.
With 7z, -mx9 is the flag for maximum compression, and -mmt says to use multiple CPUs to speed up compression, so omit that part if you’re on a single core machine.
I Have No Blog And I Must Scream
r3dux | June 20, 2009r3dux welcomes JuniperLee to the mighty r3dux.org – try not to break it!!

You’re an author now, so you can publicly write anything you choose or desire…
The freedom is yours.
Enjoy! =D
[Title explanation] [AudioBook] [Giant Panda]
I’m Getting Married…
r3dux | June 20, 2009…to Andrea Doherty on July 18th, 2009.

And I love her, and the kids, and it’s going to be fantastic =D
Hurray!!
She’s off in Melbourne atm, choosing a wedding dress or five – and everything feels right – but we don’t have a song! Every couple needs a song! I’ve ruled out NWA – Fuck The Police and maybe Rage Against The Machine – Killing In The Name, but everything else is fair game…
Prolly thinking more BT and Modest Mouse, as those were the bands we met over…
So how about this:
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Mixed with this:
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Or just this:
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Or all of them and more! Who says you have to pick one song? I keep my seashell collection scattered on the beaches of the world, perhaps you’ve seen it? [credit]
Anyways, I’m really excited about the whole thing, because I love her and the kids to bits and I want to stay with them, and if that’s in Australia, Alaska, Albuquerque or Aberystwyth – I’m there.
This is a happy time.
Death Cab for Cutie – My Mirror Speaks
r3dux | June 17, 2009
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With every sun that sets
I am feeling more
Like a stranger on a foreign shore
With an eroding beach
Disappearing from underneath
And when my mirror speaks
It never minces words
Cause these eyes don’t shine half as bright
As they used to do
And they haven’t for quite a while
Cause I am a man who hides
From all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
There’s a tangled thread
Inside my head
With nothing on either end
I always fall in love
With an open door
With the horizon on an endless sea
As I look around the ones
Who are standing right in front of me
And then my mirror speaks
With irreverence
Like a soldier I can’t command
As he sees a frightened child
In the body of a full-grown man
And he’s a man who hides
From all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there is a tangled thread
Inside his head
With nothing on either end
There’s nothing on the ends
A new position for a different view
And nothing changes but the slightest hues
And I’m standing face to face
With a man who hides
From all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
There’s a tangled thread
Inside his head
With nothing on either end
And I’m a man who hides
From all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there’s a tangled thread
Inside my head
With nothing on either end
Cause I’m a man who hides
From all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
There’s a tangled thread
Inside my head
With nothing on either end
There’s nothing on the ends
Oh, there’s nothing on the ends






