Filesystem ACLs on OS X are Tedious

I had to manuver about 800GB of research databases (I use DEVONthink Pro Office) from one zfs filesystem to another because at some point after OS X Server got ahold of my Research volume the permissions and filesystem ACLs went bananas and DEVONthink was completely baffled by it.

Solution was to use Apple’s ignorant-of-xattrs-and-ACLs rsync to move it to another filesystem where everything is fine. So sometimes it’s good to have a broken rsync available. Still can’t be certain it won’t happen again and I’d like a more elegant way to recover.

And no, smart-asses, chmod -N -R did f-all to fix anything. Oh, it ran alright. But ls -le still listed long ACLs on everything after supposedly removing it. I suspect it’s something to do with posixacls, and ACL inheritance in OpenZFS’s options, or the mimic HFS+ code is involved somewhere.

Either way, I was sweating recovering those databases with long restore times from Google Nearline until I tested one and it was fine again. Going to alter my backup destinations for different databases anyway to rely on S3 for my Personal and Household stuff at least. Oof.

What a pain.


When visiting my new home, weep not for the Detached GarageĀ 

Sometimes I see a look of disappointment when someone comments on the detached garage at my family’s new home.

What they undoubtedly are unaware of is that ever since I was a young man in Junior High, the unexpected whir of a garage door opening has about a 70% chance of inducing a panic attack that requires meditation and rapid talking myself down, or benzos to remove the onset of anxiety that knocks the wind out of me.

The short version is that there was a high probability that the garage door rolling up beneath my feet meant that my mother’s husband had come home. So now 20 years later, that feeling of dread and waves of stress from anxiously analyzing the long list of things he could be angry about that could result in anything from being grounded for a week to more dire consequences for myself or my motherĀ because of something I didn’t do to his satisfaction as Lord Dickbag, Knight of the Lazyboy.

It always tweaked Liz weirdly that I wanted to know when to expect her home. It tweaked me, too.

But my new home for my family that is safe and loved the best way I know how to keep them safe and loved will never have that association of tension and anxiety by proxy. I do not panic at the arrival of my wife and children. I run to greet them as they run to greet me.

G-d bless the souls of the architects and builders of my home, what an amazing gift they have given me, that I may have time to heal through those wounds without a constant and grinding reminder.