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A client of ours had the following job for us: some of their workers had moved to an affiliated company with its own infrastructure. As a result, i was tasked to set up the Exchange (2003) server to forward their mail from their old addresses to their new ones. An easy task, right?

For the impatient sysadmin on the run, here are the bare bits: there is no easy and elegant way, at least none that i found. I have to do it manually, from Outlook, as the user. Which sucked. Badly.

To vent my frustration, i shall now painstakingly enumerate the methods that didn’t work. You might as well press the Next button now unless you enjoy reading about your fellow sysape’s sufferings.

Step zero: mung the user accounts

Since the workers had moved to another company, i changed their account passwords and moved them to another Organizational Unit in the Active Directory.

Step one: Using Outlook Web Access

As i didn’t know how to do this from the Exchange management interface, i started with an unelegant but straitforward approach: set a forwarding rule in Outlook. The shortest way to Outlook is Outlook Web Access. There, you can find a Settings section and set one rule to inform the sender (once) that their new email address is Firstname.Lastname@thatothercompany.com and another one to forward the mail to the new address.

I got two problems with this approach. For one, since two of the users had their mailbox sizes over Quota, their settings wouldn’t stick. And for the rest of the users, no forwarding happened. At all.

Step two: JFGI

It turns out that you can set up mail forwarding from Exchange after all. Open an Active Directory Users and Computers (ADUC) console on an Exchange server. Locate and right-click the user. Choose Properties. Select Exchange General > Delivery Options > Forwarding Address > (tick) > Forward to > Modify.

  • First duh: You can’t type a free-text email address here, you’ve got to choose an Active Directory record.
  • Second duh: After i created Contact objects (basically, an email address and a pretty name field for it) for all four users, i was unable to select any of them. I suppose the server would eventually synchronize, but it was late and i wasn’t in the mood for waiting.

Step three: Use brute force

Since the Bigger Hammer didn’t work, there was just one thing to do. Go manual. So i logged in (using remote desktop) to our admin box on site there, as the first of our four users. Indeed, the mail quota had been surpassed quite a few megs ago. So i created an Outlook data file (Archive.pst) and moved all the mail from the inbox there. It was a looooong job, i tell you. Moving thousands of mails onto an archive file on a server just isn’t the fastest thing to do.

When the inbox is reasonably empty, create a rule from Outlook > Tools > Rules and Alerts, or open the one that did stick on one or two of the accounts. Create an empty rule and apply following two things, the first of which is optional. Move the mail to a “FORWARDED” folder. And ask the mail to be rerouted, not forwarded, to the new address.

So that’s my last night in a nutshell. I want to go to bed now.

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I had a look into my “personal” mailbox just now and i realized email is my conduit between commercial entities and me. And most of that is different kinds of “notifications” for things and events. Maybe the most exciting email i get is my daily newspaper which i tend to read in digital format more than on dead-tree these days.

Email just isn’t very personal these days.

So. For my birthday this Wednesday, i want a real email from an actual individual. That would be nice.

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MS Hot Live mail now offers 5 GB of free mail space. Google GMail offers 2.9 GB of mail space. Yahoo! has no caps and offers an unlimited mail storage.

I don’t want to sound like “640 kB should be enough memory for anyone” or “I believe there is a world market for about five computers” [0], but isn’t two point nine megs gigs [1] (and counting) enough for most of us — for what we currently understand as email? If you want to stash your pr0n, have loads of silly serial attachments, or use your mailbox as storage, go to AWS, or Photobucket, or YouSendIt — or just buy a bigger external HD.

Sure, in a few years from now, we may consider video calls email and will want to archive that, but at that point, this statement isn’t what it’s meant to read now. Your current mail should fit into two point nine gigs. Your pr0n stash should go elsewhere.

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[0] Yes, i know that both of these quotes are miss-attributed and were in fact never uttered by Bill the Gates and Thomas J. Watson, respectively.

[1] Oops. Gigs, not megs. Thanks to Niklas for pointing it out.

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I was finally drawn to Google Apps for Domains, which basically is GMail, GCalendar and GDocs for your domain name. What finally got me interested was that “regular” GMail is filtered at her job.

I’m a great fan of integration. I think stuff should work well together or they don’t work at all. I don’t necessarily think that all tools have to be of the same family — i for example manage my photos with Picasa (Google) but store them at Flickr (Yahoo)… and wish there was a better local/remote integration. Having read a post about tasks and how to-do lists don’t belong in email, i realized that one thing i’m missing from the Google applications family is a to-do manager.

Sure, there are Tadalist, Basecamp and Stikkit, but i just don’t know how well they integrate with the rest. Case in point: at work we use Exchange, and Exchange syncs with my mobile phone (which is a Nokia, not a Windows smartphone). Same calendar, same tasks. Same email, if i really wanted, but with the minuscule memory space the N71 has, i don’t.

So what i hope will pop out of the Google laboratories soon is either something that will let me integrate Tadalist with GMail/GCal, or a Google Tasks (or why not GTodo? :) ). Should be a logical extension to the Google Calendar.

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navelfluff and i are members of The Honeypot Project, which lays out honeypot “traps” for spammers to fall into, get caught and identified. Which is nice. And the good part is that i don’t really have to do much about it. There’s an invisible piece of code on all the navelfluff web pages that look like an email address. If you mail it, you are stamped as evil. There are mail servers that look like genuine mail servers, except they’re not (in fact, they are server names that point to the honeypot mail servers). And if you mail them, you’re stamped as evil.

Well, a previously unknown spammer IP address was just caught in a honeypot mail server that i’ve donated. Ha.

Do you want to make the Internet a little better place? Join in!

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Yes. This is allright.
Warning. Geek text ahead for next few paragraphs. Skip to here if you are a normal non-geek reader.

As one final performance here, i am to oversee the installation of a mail server for MNEC, This is something i haven’t done before, and as such, it is not a small task. An interesting one it is, but by no means simple. We have been fighting for some time to get a test box to install a mail server on and yesterday we got to borrow three P4 desktops to tinker with; one for me and one for each of my two worthy counterparts.I decided to build my box on Ubuntu Linux. The philosophy behind Ubuntu appeals to me, and it is built on Debian. As a last job yesterday, i set wget to download the latest distribution.

Today after lunch and briefing my counterparts, the work begun. It was bye-bye to Windows and hello Ubuntu. First problem was that the poor distribution desperately tried to talk with the update server on the other side of the firewall. It would have been okay if i could have told it to go through the proxy, but the Ubuntu installer does not have such an option, at least not where i could find it, so the wait for apt to time out from its task was rather daunting.

Twice. Because just as the post-installation stuff was about to be ready, the screen saver on my Windows box engaged, and as a reaction, i gave the keyboard in front of me the three finger salute. Not a good idea. The Linux box to which the keyboard was connected took my instructions to the Windows box it wasn’t connected to as a request to boot. In the middle of the final setup steps. Not good.

So i installed Ubuntu again. This time, i saw that there’s a server directive to give to the install process, which installs just a base system. In glorious text mode. No disturbing X-Windows. Nice, except that this installation also wanted to knock its head agains the firewall for about fifteen minutes.

When we finally were up, i was royally surprised to find that sshd and gcc were not part of the base installation and neither could i find them anywhere on aptitude. I was just about to give in and re-install with Mepis (which powers my (borrowed) laptop) when i realized that i could just apt-get install emacs21, then emacs /etc/apt/sources.list, uncomment the sources on the other side of the proxy, export http_proxy=http://proxy:3128 and apt-get install gcc and apt-get install ssh.

Glory.

Then with a book of helpful pointers in hand, i proceded to wget qmail, dspam, and a bunch of other needed packets.

(Geek factor diminishing from this point on. Normal readers can start here.)

Geeking whas fun, and almost productive, until just before 21, when the power went down. OK, i thought. It’s the god of electricity telling me it’s time to go home. Or rather, to dine.

Took the taxi to Castaway and had a most excellent red wine stew (which incidentially is not very unlike my grandfather’s equally excellent burgundy stew) and a couple of beers with Seppo who walked in when i was almost ready ask for the cheque.

A couple of

On a completely unrelated (side)note, a professor once told us about an American divorce case where the wife wanted to divorce her husband on the grounds that he had come home compleatly pissed when he claimed he’d been out on a few beers. The whole thing boiled down to what a few anyting would be, in numerical terms. A few, say, steaks can be no more than three, but a few nails…? Is five nails more than a few? Well…? Is twenty nails more than a few? Well, not if you’re building a house it isn’t. It was juridically decided that a few must be anywhere between two and ninety-nine, and the grounds for divorce was rejected. Wheter the wife got the divorce on other terms is beyond the scope of this legend.

So, i manage to get home and the porch light at the house i am borrowing is down. I flick the switch a few times, but nothing happens. I check the fuse and it’s OK.Right, so the lamp must be out. I unlock the door and try the light inside. Down as well. But it can’t be a power-out, because the light is on at my neighbour’s place. It must be the bill.

Now in this place, not only the cell phones are pre-paid; also electricity is something you pay in advance. Billing isn’t an established concept here just yet. Just give it a few more years. Luckily, Agnes and Sebastien had left an electricity ticket at the place before they left, so with a light in hand, i scramble for the precious piece of paper and punch the sixteen-digit code in the meter.

USEd, informs the meter, and i express my heart’s discontent in nordic expletitives.

My colleague Paul from work had once told me that the “electricity shop” is open until midnight, so i tell Seppo by text, who i’ve already been venting my frustrations with, to hold his kind offer of driving me to my “other place”. And lo and behold. The electricity department, a service of the state, is truly open at half past eleven in the night.

I am overwhelmed. I whack two twenties on the counter and i’ve got the power.

The walk home is much nicer than anything in the previous twenty minues. Other states should take example. This state surely knows how to provide service for its inhabitants.

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