A bloody day in the technology wars
A rare earthquake under the English Channel at 8.00am today. Apparently buildings shook in Brighton, but I didn't notice it in the Twitten. No, for I was embroiled in technology wars.
The Dell engineer called me to explain that, as he couldn't find a place to park, he was bumping the appointment to fix the computer. Sauron-voiced I encouraged him to change his mind, and he arrived with a new motherboard and a long magnetic screwdriver and, praise be, my computer now peforms perfectly. Calliope again investigating everything he was doing with great interest.
However in the war against technology, one battle does not bring victory. For the knock I accidentally gave my metal-clad, Lacie external hard drive yesterday revealed itself as fatal. The data I'd been waiting to copy across to my PC is now toast. I have had the external hard drive for over four years, but the moment it is most needed, literally hours before reloading everything back onto my computer, is the moment it fails.
I need now to find specialist data recovery people who can to salvage data from it. Luckily I had already copied across most, but not all, of the essential stuff. But I have lost vital email, most of my photos and so on. Curiously I was very Buddhist about all this, for if my computer has taught me one thing, it is the middle way.
However I went for a soothing coffee with Anna this afternoon. Anna's coaching business is nicely gathering momentum too, which is good to hear. I was contacted by my chums in Tavistock Square about my availability too, which is a good sign.
In the evening off to meet my new pal Ross, for a few cheeky beers and a wide-ranging chat about nothing in particular. It was fun.
A rare earthquake under the English Channel at 8.00am today. Apparently buildings shook in Brighton, but I didn't notice it in the Twitten. No, for I was embroiled in technology wars.
The Dell engineer called me to explain that, as he couldn't find a place to park, he was bumping the appointment to fix the computer. Sauron-voiced I encouraged him to change his mind, and he arrived with a new motherboard and a long magnetic screwdriver and, praise be, my computer now peforms perfectly. Calliope again investigating everything he was doing with great interest.
However in the war against technology, one battle does not bring victory. For the knock I accidentally gave my metal-clad, Lacie external hard drive yesterday revealed itself as fatal. The data I'd been waiting to copy across to my PC is now toast. I have had the external hard drive for over four years, but the moment it is most needed, literally hours before reloading everything back onto my computer, is the moment it fails.
I need now to find specialist data recovery people who can to salvage data from it. Luckily I had already copied across most, but not all, of the essential stuff. But I have lost vital email, most of my photos and so on. Curiously I was very Buddhist about all this, for if my computer has taught me one thing, it is the middle way.
However I went for a soothing coffee with Anna this afternoon. Anna's coaching business is nicely gathering momentum too, which is good to hear. I was contacted by my chums in Tavistock Square about my availability too, which is a good sign.
In the evening off to meet my new pal Ross, for a few cheeky beers and a wide-ranging chat about nothing in particular. It was fun.
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