Archive for June, 2009


I mentioned that week that I had read a book about terraforming worlds.

Terraforming: The Creating of Habitable Worlds

Very cool, very interesting, very inspiring.  I kind of want to start.    Let’s start raising the albedo of Mars.  Why can’t we get this ball rolling? Let’s do this.

It’s all very far in the future, of course and even having read the book I don’t trust myself to try to explain the process.  Instead…read the book!  It’s pretty great.

Also before I sign out: Time Dilation – Albert Einstein and the Theory of Relativity

Just something cool I found while doing a bit of research.

I’m a bit behind on my articles.  I finished the Graveyard book five or six days ago, but only got it out as an article two days ago.  I started reading The Yiddish Policeman’s Union, by Michael Chabon, almost immediately after and I finished it two days ago.  I’m currently reading a book on interstellar propulsion technologies.  I’ll probably finish that in a few days and won’t get an article out for weeks.  Oh, and I also read a book about terraforming.  I have no idea when I’ll finally write about that one.

The Yiddish Policemans Union by Michael Chabon

The cover is gorgeous.  It’s probably the most aethesthetically interesting and appropriate cover I’ve ever seen.  Michael Chabon is an established author so they seem to have given him the royal treatment.

Admittedly, I have no read any of his previous works.  I picked this one up predominately on the fact that it won the 2007 Nebula Award for  Best Novel.

It’s a truly strange book.

Set in an alternate timeline where only the Bomb stopped Germany and Israel collapsed, the Jewish diaspora is given a temporary home in Sitka, Alaska.  Forty years later the territory is set to revert to Alaskan control.  Meyer Landsman, a Sitka cop, has a crime on his hands and a world crumbling around him.

That’s the short synopsis, but it leaves a lot in the air.  It’s around 600 pages, my copy, and half of them are Yiddish.  That’s an exageration, but enough of the the names,the places and, most frustratingly, the words are in Yiddish that reading the thing requires either a working knowledge of that language, enough dedication to look them up, or enough flexibility to simply fly over them and hope the meaning becomes obvious.

As a science fiction story and an alternate timeline one at that, there is the expectation that I’ll be tossed into a world where things are somewhat confusing.  That’s just part of what science fiction is about.  Skimming over the Amazon reviews, a lot of the readers are people that have followed Michael Chabon, instead of science fiction, and they haven’t much cared for what they’ve found.  They consider the book and jumbled mess and have pretty much left it at that.

I wouldn’t consider that a particular fair appraisal.  The book does get confusing, but it’s not because of the alternate timeline aspects or Jewish culture or even the base plot.  The book is confusing because it’s written in what I can only describe as the most peculiar style I’ve come across in a modern book.  Third person present tense writing just happens to be somewhat obscure.  ’Meyer Landsmen looks across the room and sees Beronshtyn.’  For the first two hundred pages that tense and tone alone kept me thoroughly offguard.

I finished the book and as I got deeper I managed to absorb the writing.  It’s an odd style, but it works.  In some places it seems terribly awkward.  You have the intimacy of the first person tense, but with too many names being thrown around.

Further along the plot seems to take larger and larger leeps.  By the end, I admit that, not very much of it seemed plausible.  It kept along a nice, though slow, pace for most of the book, but the last third hung by a few tenuous strings until it ended with something of a thud.  I wouldn’t say I disliked the book, but I would hardly call it fulfilling.  It was like the first book in a trilogy ending cliffhanging that’s too final and too uninspiring.  By the end I was pretty much tired with the characters.  They’d gone through their change at snail’s past and what they really needed was a long nap.

From this book and from the reviews I’ve read Mr. Chabon seems to be a very talented writer and rather adventurous as far as his style and topics.  This particular novel might have fallen a bit flat, bit I’ll have to keep an eye out for another book of his.

I feel like I don’t come across hardcover 200 page children’s books very often.  Harry Potter, of course, and probably a whole bunch of others, but they never seem to pass my desk.

The Graveyard Book starts off with probably the most horrific intro I could think of for a children’s story.  Bod’s parents are killed whole he’s a baby.  He manages to escape his crib and crawl to the nearby graveyard.  Jack, the murderer, tracks the baby down, but Bod is saved by the local ghosts and taken in.  He’s granted a pair of ghost parents, the Owenses, and a guardian, the enigmatic Silas, a sort of half-living, half-dead gravekeeper.

Bod goes along being raised and learning more about his past.  I’ll save any reader the particular details, but it all goes along with quite a bit of humor and artistry.  The various personages of the graveyard, all hundreds of years dead and not exactly up on the world, give advice and amusement.  Bod learns the powers of the dead, fading and hiding, and explores the ghoul gate.  He mets the Sneer, the witch, and a little girl.

I won’t give away the ending.  I wish the story had explored Jack a bit more.  There was plenty of material to explore and it wraps together all too nicely all too quickly, I thought, but it was a very cool concept and a neat story.  The book has pages of art work, black and white drawings that sort of remind me of spartan outlines of the title cards used for the Jeeves and Wooster series.

Currently I’m reading the book Terraforming by Martin Beech.  It’s nonfiction research for my own story.  After that I’ll be reading The Yiddish Policeman’s Union by Michael Chabon.

Every once in a while I come across an article that is too cool to pass up even if it doesn’t really have much to do with anything.

KiddOfSpeed.com isn’t exactly the most visually appealing website and the english is sometimes a tad haphazard, but the story is amazing.

A motocycle ride through Chernobyl. That’s a story right there. If there’s any place on earth that could be called a cursed wasteland that’s it. Filled with abandoned towns, old communist propoganda, and irradiated forest, Chernobyl’s got it all.

This is my favorite page. A town, not found on any maps. For a hundred and fifty years everyone in the town had the same name. Creepy…

In one of the greatest ironies, the area around Chernobyl, abandoned for so many years now, has a blooming natural habitat. Nature is reclaiming its own from the irradiated wasteland. Some of the pictures are truly gorgeous, and these are the places that are somewhat safe to go. What lies deeper within?

*Queue Lovecraft*

Here’s the easy navigation page. Enjoy!

I put a short story up on Amazon’s Kindle Store.  Solar Sails and Plaster Llamas

Solar Sail2

As far as I can tell the store is only for Kindle users.  I’m trying to find a more general place to upload the story, but if anyone happens to have a Kindle out there you can pick it up for $1.50.

Cheers!

My interest in The Seeker came when I was looking up and down the lists of Hugo and Nebula award winners and I wanted to find a book that looked like it might be similar to my own.  The Seeker has a futuristic world set in a distant, but imaginable future (six or so thousand years out), a distinctly unmilitant protagonist, a fair amount of futuristic culture, and a pretty catchy name.  I bought it off amazon and earlier this week happened to finally take it out of the box.

The Seeker?  Good name?  I don’t know maybe.  Female protagonist, male writer?  Seem legitimate?  Maybe.  Might push it a bit.  My restaurant is cooler than that one…

There’s not much for me to really review.  I went through the story picking out bits of description I loved and ransacked it for things that my own story does better. (I hope.)  It’s a bit pompous, but I think my own writing style has more than a few similarities to Mr. McDevitts.  Probably not true, but I’ve love it if it was.

The Seeker is fairly standard science fiction fare as far as the book goes.  It’s bulky, few hundred pages, and a good chunk of that is describing the world.  It’s part of a series or shared world so a few of the characters exist already.  They’ve been described by Alex Benedict, the protagonists boss, seems to get far more a second billing than I would he maybe should in a book that caries his name as a subtitle.  The actual protagonist though, Chase Kolpath is pretty handy in a pinch and a scrappy enjoyable partner.  She seems a bit like Archie Goodwin to Nero Wolfe, except Benedict is far more personable (though quite a bit less brilliant.)

The story seems to stretch itself in a few places.  The antagonist gets discovered rather late in the book and they seem to have acted well beyond any reasonable motivation, but the actual search, (It is named the Seeker afterall) is plausible and enthralling.

Will I read another Jack McDevitt book, another Alex Benedict book?  Maybe, but not soon.  My own writing is too similar for me.  I’ve got too much of my own book to work through, but I wouldn’t pass that along as a slight.  If I can get my book together half as well as The Seeker, I’ll have done rather well.

I’m plowing through my stack of books pretty quickly.  I’m almost done with The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaimon, but I’ll probably hold off reviewing it until next week.

I’ll be writing a lot of book reviews for Servusamanu over the next few weeks.   After months of pushing reading back in order to get a few extra words written (Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire being a nopted divergence), I’ve got a whole stack of books to get through.  With the my story finally all nice and drafted, I’m taking something of a break to finally get through.

The first on the stack is an old wilted book with yellowed pages and a creased spine.  1.75 is printed in the top corner in black letters.  It looks like a small travel guide, twenty years old and dumped in an attic.

Happens to be one of the most exciting science fiction books I’ve ever read.  Book, is maybe not the best classification.  It’s four short stories each separate from each other all set in a distant future where society, technology, business, and exploration have long since challenged the present norms.  The first story is a navy training expedition into space, a grueling year journey that is almost always lethal to a few crewmen.  The second story is a 1984esque world of social classification and bureaucracy.  The third is a world so crowded space and privacy are the ultimate signs of wealth.  The last is about a rig, somewhat akin to an oil rig, that harvests resources from a peaceful ocean planet.  It doesn’t stay peaceful for long, but the enemy is, well, not what one would expect.

Jack Vance is a well-known author and I probably should have delved into one of his books quite a bit sooner.  He writes with the sparse and fast-paced style more common to the era of small books and detective paperbacks and it works very well for short stories.  I must have gone through a hundred pages a minute, only stopping to digest each story before it whizzed completely by.  I definitely expect to read more of his stuff.  (Also George RR Martin recently helped with an anthology of his stuff.

Next book up is The Secret by Jack McDevitt.

As much as I profess to enjoy cooking (I do, truly!), I’m also partial to going out, especially when I can find a place that’s a little bit out of the ordinary. New Paltz, New York happens to be home to a wild array of culinary delights and debacles, the majority of which I’ve deemed to subject myself to over the last year.

Allow me to take you through a random, rabid traipse through the restaurants, pubs, cafes, and diners of New Paltz, NY.

Well beyond the McDonald’s, Burger King, Star Bucks and Dunkin Donuts, there exist a number of fast, reasonably cheap eateries and whatnot that are good for a quick bite.

Rocco’s, located in the main shopping plaza, has the best pizza in town. It has a small sit down area, fairly quick staff, and the greatest buffalo chicken pizza ever created. They also have a fairly wide variety of pasta/sandwich dishes for anyone that wants to eat there. The prices are cheap, the restaurant clean, the workers friendly, and it’s possibly my favorite place in town.

Not too far away, is Great Wall, a chinese restaurant. Eating there is an option, but it’s meant for take out or delivery. It’s standard american chinese food and it’s always been slow for me, but it’s probably the better of the two chinese places in town.

Also close by is the bagel shop. They only take cash, always an inconvienance for me, but they make their own fresh bagels and they’re the fastest place in town despite the crowds in the morning.

The last restaurant in the main plaza is the New Paltz Diner. They have a wide variety of dishes (swordfish?!), although I’d only brave eating maybe a dozen of them. Not too fast, not that slow, they’re open all the time. I don’t care for the diner much, food always seems overgreased and bland, but they’re a solid average as far as restaurants go.

Moving across the street, we have Pasquales, a pizza place. The service is haphazard, ranging from swift and amenable, to downright incompetant. The prices tend towards being a bit high, but they’re the only really true sit down italien restaurant in town except for La Stazione, which I’ll get to shortly. The Chipotle Pizza here is spicy and delicious and my main motivation for occasionally sitting down at Pasquales.

My Hero sits in the middle of town, but of far from everything. I passed it a thousand times before I ever attempted to eat there. In retrospect I might have passed by it some more without regret. The first time I went there I had a cold turkey hero. The sandwich I got back was huge, 2 8 inch subs. While they were heavy on bread and lot on substance, for the price it was impressive. They location was still offputting, but worth the occasional stop. My second venture, with a group of 5, resulted in my receiving my sandwich about 45 minutes after everyone else. The chicken parmasan hero was hardly worth the wait being immensely subpar.

Lemongrass is the second middle-of-town restaurant. It’s a desceptively fancy Thai restaurant. The Pad Thai I had was good, but wouldn’t draw me back. I suspect I would have appreciated the place more if I had gotten a spicier dish or the place hadn’t been extremely crowded. It’s very small and somewhat expensive, but it’s the only place in town.

Before hitting Main Street, you’re likely to miss La Bella, a pizza place that was under construction the first year I was here. It’s a very solid pizza place and my second favorite after Rocco’s. The variety is nice and I really should try their deserts, but best of all, it’s extremely fast and well-priced. I’ve never had a reason to complain about the food, the service, or the atmosphere. There’s nothing special about La Bella, but it’s very good and perhaps a bit underappreciated.

Main Street has the majority of the restaurants. Towards the south Murphys and China Kitchen are across from each other. Murphys is an Irish Pub. The fare attempted to go beyond bar food, but despite the fancy names and descriptions it was pretty plain and a tad pricy.

China Kitchen is the second chinese restaurant in town. It’s standard and average, nothing to really recommend or take away. It has a larger sitting area than Great Wall for these inclined to sit.

Main Street proper is home to: P&Gs, McGillicudies, Muddy Cup, Rock Da Pasta, Gourmet, Fat Bob’s, Yanni’s, and Neko Sushi.

P&Gs and McGillicudies are both bars. P&Gs, located on the corner between the library and the road that rolls down to my apartment, is the older, stuffier, more dignified of the two, hence my slight partiality. The somewhat larger selection is still mostly standard bar fare, but it goes a bit beyond with nicoise salads, cajun burgers, and a variety of very delicious wraps. McGillicudies is more popular as a bar and throws a pretty great trivia night, but the food is rather average with little more than bar food and burgers.

Mexicali Blue is next to P&Gs and happens to be one of my favorite places in town. Fair warning, you might die of old age before you get your food, but once you get it, you won’t mind dying. The hole in the wall restaurant has no space, smells like fish, and almost disappears into the wall of shops beside it, but they have an amazing catfish burrito and a number of other more usual taco,burrito fare. I haven’t tried their black bean dip yet, but it’s on the list. On a bright sunny day, there’s not much better than a quick walk along the rail trail, a stop into the Muddy Cup for a smoothie, and then a Mexicali Blue burrito for lunch.

Across the street lies the only-slightly-larger, ‘Rock da Pasta’. Part jukebox ambiance, sixties and seventies rock primarily, and part pasta, Rock da Pasta a delicious and auditory experience tucked into a bedroom sized kitchen+seating. The owner seems friendly, but I still blanche at double digit pricing for pasta dishes. I had some dish named after David Bowie while I was there, so I can suggest that.

Gourmet and Fat Bob’s have the singular destinction of being ‘drunk food’. Adequate by day, both places shine for their late night service, bar side location, and licentious clientele. Gourmet has the best hot wings in town and Fat Bob’s is cheap. Both serve an adequate slive of pizza at a cheap price.

Main Street Bestro is nearly across for Gourmet. It’s only open for breakfast and lunch, but it has a healthy reputation as one of the best places to eat in town. Sadly, this leads to longest waits in town as well. On weekends it is rare not to see a dozen or more people milling outside waiting to be called inside. Those that get past the wait are treated to an expansive menu with a lot of organic, vegetarian, and delicious breakfast/lunch options. The service was surprisingly fast and everything I’ve had there, egg sandwiches, salads, chicken, has been tasty and filling. The prices are average and appreciated.

The Muddy Cup, next to Rock da Pasta, isn’t really a restaurant at all. It’s a coffee shop and local hang out for the various hippies, skaters, and culturals that live in town. They serve a variety of pastries, all decent, and some excellent fruit smoothies. I try to get one every other week or so.

I went to Yanni’s for the first time about a month ago. It’s a Greek place on main street. The atmosphere is a bit cramped and dark, like many of the places on main street, but it has a certain old world charm with the dainty tables, haphazard glasswear (one cup advertized nascar, the other some soccer team?). The waitress spoke greek and suggested I try the pork gyro. About 20 minutes I had a fabulous gyro bursting with lettuce, peppers, pork, a delicious sauce all on a soft and warm gyro wrap. Since then it’s become a new favorite for when I want something other than mexicali blue. Also, the prices are between $6-10 a plate, so it’s cheap as well.

Neko sits on the north corner of main street. The building is hideous. Brown paint, red roof. It looks like it fell off of a slum and landed, half collapsed, at the edge of town. The inside is similarly dark and tacky. Despite the atmosphere the Sushi is impeccable. For $3-12 a roll, a ptron can order dozens of different varieties of sushi, sashimi, and other delicacies. I am especially partial to the new york roll: salmon, apple, and avocado, the budda roll: roasted peanuts and avacado, the shrip tampura roll, and, my favorite, eel. The presentation is simple, clean, and fairly cheap.

The last restaurant is Saruchi’s a bit off of main street near the independant bookstores. It’s an Indian restaurant, one of two. The other I’ve never had. Saruchi’s does it’s best to create a fantasy of india. The waitresses are dressed to the period and there are lounge booths available. Me and my companion decided to take a less adventurous table for our repaste.

Before ordering ‘chips’ were brought out. These ash flavored bits of unknown came with a trio of similarly inedible sauces. Our meals, however, were memorable. Bowls of meat, soupy sauce, and vegetables were delievered with a glass of water, which was quickly used in quenching these packages of spice. The meal was flavorful and filling and well worth the price for any adventurous soul looking for a taste of India. Fair warning, the leftovers did not keep well and I was forced to throw mine out, leaving behind a trail of pungent waste that held in the air for a good few hours.

Route 32 has two restaurants of note, Barnabys and Wrapsody.

I’ve only had breakfast at Barnabys. I was sadly disappointed with my omelette, a rather plump collage of tasteless vegetables wrapping in a slightly overcooked egg wrapping. Nevertheless, the smooth jazz pumping out of the speakers, the old wooden benches and the smartly dressed staff give the place a singularly posh atmosphere. I’ve heard excellent things about the dinners and intend to go there.

I have a love hate relationship with Wrapsody. As the closest restaurant to me I always want to eat there. Sadly, the wraps are just a bit expensive. $6+ for a single wrap is only reasonable when the wrap is very large or sides are provided. With each wrap being a half pencil length and a inch thick, it requires a good two wraps to make a meal. With a drink and or desert the price starts to equal twice what I could get for substantially more at Rocco’s, Yanni’s, or Mexicali Blue. Nevertheless, they occasionally have 2 for 1 specials and the thanksgiving wrap (cranberry, stuffing, gravy covered in turkey) is a treat.

The Gilded Otter is near the Water Street Market. It is probably the preeminent dinner restaurant in town and there is usually a short wait on weekends. There is also live entertainment most friday and saturday nights during the summer. Famous for their large brewery, the Gilded Otter is a cross between a bar restaurant and a genuinely fancy place. The service is well-trained, friendly, and prompt. The restaurant is clean, spacious, and lively. The food, well, it ranges from standard burgers, to the best calamari in town, to the meatload sandwich I am always tempted to have one more time. The steak is cooked to order, the fries transcend the world of bar fries to another plane, and the salads are clever. It’s possibly the best overall dining experience in town and comes at a price comperable to the average Chili’s, Outback, or Applebees.

La Stazione is located within the old railway station that sits opposite Water Street market near the Wallkill River and the Gilded otter. The outdoor seating is quaint and perfect for a late summer afternoon. They light up the candles, which flicker against the evening sky against the backdrop of the Minnewaska mountains. Sadly, that’s the best I can say. La Stazione specializes in italien dishes, all nearing $20 a plate. The meal however was plain, bland, small, and came with the most atrocious service I’ve had in a restaurant in years. When two people are paying over $60 for a meal, I expect to receive my check within an hour. Other people have had far better experiences, but for taste, price and service I’d much rather go to Rock da Pasta or Pasquales.

Leaving town, you may pass the College Diner. It’s a skeevy, sketchy place, but it’s always open. It’s a standard diner and has a wide variety, but nothing is very good or very bad. Infinitely average.

The last restaurant is Caribbean Cuisine. I don’t actually know where it’s located, but I’ve had it delivered. With a menu that sells jaimaican jerk, ox tail, and jamabalya, it’s tough to go wrong. Each dish is accompanied by a healthy side of fried plantains and delicious portions of rice and beans. The food is delicious, though I wonder at what sort of establishment delivers these heavenly packages of heavily spiced taste.

I still need to try Main Course, Beso, Harvest Cafe, Paul’s Kitchen, the pizza place near the card shop, the fish restaurant, Village Pizza, the indian place near Fleet, and a handful of other places. Until this, this is my review of bread and wine in New Paltz, ny!

I finished the rough draft of The Lonetracker Chronicle just an hour or two ago. Now, there’s plenty left to do. It’s an unedited masterpiece and by that I mean it’s a masterwork of misplaced commas, typoed words, broken continuity, and boring narration. I’m taking a few weeks off to get some reading done, enjoy the summer, maybe visit a few friends and then it’s on to the editing. I feel like I’m only maybe twenty percent done with the whole pen to published process, but I’m past that first big hump. It feels pretty great.

The Lonetracker Chronicle is a science fiction story built around the apocalypse that nearly destroyed humanity in the early 22nd century.  Mankind survived and even made it into space, but even two hundred years later the scars of the great apocalypse run deep.  For history professor Arrek Borthwait, his own scars run even deeper.  Invited to critique a movie depicting the apocalypse, he finds his own past has come around in the person of Sengal Tariff, the movie’s director and an old nemesis.

That’s all I’m going to put out for now.  I still need to write out the back blurb text and get together a suitable query latter for when that time comes.  For now though, whew!  Both very happy and very tired.

I recently setup A Centos 5.3 box to backup a handful of windows machines and a boat load of Freebsd servers. If someone finds this guide useful…great. If not, well tough. My disclaimer: I take no responsibility for what anyone manages to do with this guide.

I’m assuming the Centos box is all installed. I went with a clean install of Centos 5.3, using the basic Gui-less server packages. I named the box BACKUP. Also, I didn’t want rsnapshot running as root so it’s setup to work as the rsync user. I’m also installing webmin and samba for some remote access. Enjoy.

Add BACKUP to networks

setup
Go to Network Configuration
Add in static IP addresses
service network restart
This should set your box with the static address.

Set Time
date
Confirm date is correct. If not…
date nnddhhmmyyyy
Thats MonthDayHourMinuteYear

Add Rsync User
/usr/sbin/useradd rsync
passwd SomeGoodPassword

Add an Rsync user to every linux/unix computer that you’re going to be backing up.

Install Rsync on every Linux/Unix machine that you want to backup.
For FreeBSD Machines:
/usr/ports/net/rsync
Make install clean

Install RSnapshot
Centos:
Mkdir /download
Cd /download
wget http://www.rsnapshot.org/downloads/rsnapshot-1.3.0-1.noarch.rpm
rpm -ivh rsnapshot-1.3.0-1.noarch.rpm

Create Password-less SSH Login for RSync User
Login as Rsync User
ssh-keygen -t rsa
default options no passphrase

To add a FreeBSD Machine:
scp /home/rsync/.ssh/id_rsa.pub rsync@remotehost.com:~/.ssh/authorized_keys
To A Centos Machine:
scp /home/rsync/.ssh/id_rsa.pub rsync@remotehost.com:~/.ssh/authorized_keys2

(If you get a permission error log into the remotehost and create the .ssh folder under the rsync user’s home directory.)

For adding windows machine allow me to direct you to this great cwrsync tutorial.

Using Rsnapshot to Backup Windows Machines

Change Permissions
chgrp rsync /var/log/rsnapshot
chown rsync /var/log/rsnapshot

mkdir /.snapshots/
chgrp rsync /.snapshots/
chown rsync /.snapshots/

mkdir /var/run/rsnapshot/
chgrp rsync /var/run/rsnapshot/
chown rsync /var/run/rsnapshot/

Change Rsnapshot.conf
I change the lockfile location to a folder that is owned by the rsync user so I don’t get permission issues when I run the command.

Nano rsnapshot.conf
Uncomment: cmd_rsync /usr/bin/rsync
Change:
Lockfile /var/run/rsnapshot.pid
To
Lockfile /var/run/rsnapshot/rsnapshot.pid

Add Rsnapshot Entries
Nano rsnapshot.conf

Examples Entires (note everything is tab spaced)

For interval

interval daily 7
interval weekly 4
interval monthly 3

#Example entry for a FreeBSD machine-this backs up the /home/all/ folder and puts it undr a machine.com folder when backed # up. Make sure the rsync user has access to that folder.
backup rsync@machine.com:/home/all/ machine.com

#Example entry for a windows machine
backup windows.machine.com::AShare windows.machine.com/Share

Add Cron
Nano /etc/cron.d/rsnapshot

50 23 * * * /usr/bin/rsnapshot daily
40 23 * * 6 /usr/bin/rsnapshot weekly
30 23 1 * * /usr/bin/rsnapshot monthly

This can also be tweaked in the web admin installed later.

Test Rsnapshot
Test by logging in as rsync user
Rsnapshot daily

Daily.0 should be created in the /.snapshot folder. It should have completely backed up all the desired folders.

Install Webmin
cd /download
wget http://superb-east.dl.sourceforge.net/sourceforge/webadmin/webmin-1.380-1.noarch.rpm rpm -i webmin-1.380-1.noarch.rpm

Add it to Centos Firewall
setup
Go to Firewall Configuration
Add port 10000
quit
service iptables restart

Login to Webmin

https://BackupMachine.com:10000

I want my freebsd machines to backup their databases so I can hopy them over.

Start Mysql Database Backups on Client Machines using Webmin.
In webmin
Server->Mysql->Backup
Set Backups to run automatically.

Configure for the /mysqlbackup folder.
chown rsync /mysqlbackup
chgrp rsync /mysqlbckup

Enable Samba
Enable Samba in Webmin
Edit smb.conf
Add Modules (This is pretty obvious. There are a thousand and one Samba tutorials)
Restart Samba Service

Add Users
Smbpasswd NameOfCurrentUser

Add that linux user rsync group

And done. With this you can backup every day (or whenever. Hourly?) databases, windows computer, normal files, and whatever else. You can monitor the server via webmin and check the backups through the samba share. However. Have fun!

Also: for more information. Try this guide.