This will create an entry in the /Library/Preferences/SystemConfiguration/ist. Let’s create an empty location called Work This option will allow you to create a new location without any network services created for that location. When you’re scripting the creation of locations you will use the -createlocation option. But just to make sure, now use the -getcurrentlocation option to show your current location:

Therefore, that should be the output of the next option. If you are on a freshly installed system you should see Automatic as your only location. To get started, first look at what locations your system has: You have the -listlocations, -getcurrentlocation, -createlocation, -deletelocation and -switchlocation options which lists all locations, lists the current location, creates a location, deletes a location and potentially switches a location. To script against a booted volume is fairly straight forward. For dessert there are payasams atĭown to partake of this festive meal, like generations before us.The new location options in networksetup are pretty interesting and while I’ve mentioned them in writings in the past I thought I would explore scripting against them, as they do reflect an interesting new challenge, mostly if you’re looking to script against non-booted volumes. Sidekicks that make up a malayalee sadhya. Papadams and an assortment of chips, pickles, relishes and almost all the Vegetable stir-fry spiked with shallots and a dash of freshly grated coconut, crunchy Rasam avial, the medley of vegetables in a coconut paste, thorans, crisp, flavourful Sambar the quintessential lentil stew, tangy There is steaming hot, fluffy rice to be doused with ghee and saltedĭal, the colour of daffodils. Of the room is lined with a plethora of dishes in gleaming steel and brass Fresh banana leaves are placed in front of the mats and from aĭistance it looks like the room is framed with borders of beige and green. Of all furniture, cleaned and lined with straw coloured reed mats on the ebonyĬoloured floor. It is almost noon and the great dining hall has been cleared Bits and pieces of the house stick themselves on to the collage of my memory. The ancient ‘sarpakavu’, the abode of snakes, overgrown with dense foliage, a place shrouded in ancient folklore and mystery. The ‘tulasi thara’, with its tiny crevice, where a tiny brass lamp is lit every evening, to acknowledge the twilight hour. Their thick bowers, forms tiny oasis of shade, on the scorching ground.

Jackfruit, papaya, guava trees line the garden along with huge leafy banyans, which stand tall and majestic. Golden ripe mangoes, sweet as ambrosia, which melts in our little mouths and delicate jamun pink and blushing, some surprisingly sour, as we bite into their tender flesh. The fruit trees laden with seasonal bounty green mangoes, tart green slices of which, smothered with a fiery mixture of chilli powder salt and oil, make us pucker up in delight, as flavours explode on our tongues. The vast courtyards with its ancient trees, where generations of children have run barefoot, the terracotta tiles warming their tiny feet. I mourned the death of my youth, as well as my husband for a week and then I put away my grief, along with my colourful clothes and accessories, like winter clothes are packed away in boxes at the beginning of summer and embarked upon the long journey of survival, for the sake of my daughters.” My pretty silver anklets and jewellery were replaced by a pale saree, the colour of watery bile. I can close my eyes and picture them they were the colours of my ephemeral youth. Deep coloured ones -aubergine purple with pale gold bhuttas, sunset orange, parrot green, red, the colour of freshly applied sindoor. They took away my saris, my one indulgence. “The day my husband died, he took with him my right to live. Married at 13 and widowed at 19 with four daughters, her life had morphed into a race for survival before she was even out of her teens. She tells me little snippets from her life now and then, without any self-pity or malice, for life hasn’t been kind to her, but stating them simply as facts, as if it could have happened to anybody. We become good friends, she and I, laughing at my terrible Tamil and her incorrigible Malayalam.

Location mac of all trades