spring chickens

teenagers are

surprising

mercurial

idealistic

hopeful

sharp

also,

hairy

possibly maybe 2

i think that, given time, and greater fellowship, with continued dependable unfettered access to data, from every device at my disposal, out of any location i choose, i may well grow rather fond of the new server that HOM has just spent much of the night setting up.

indeed, there is even a case for a second server, to back up our entire life which is now hosted on the first. 

possibly maybe

the new server. is. up.

i think?

we hope.

vuca

volatility uncertainty complexity ambiguity. 

these just about sum up my total experience with computers. 

today i discover SOME MORE ENTIRE folders of email MISSING. 

telogen effluvium

here is a basic home decorating tip for dog owners: always match your floor color to your dog's hair color! or, choose your dog according to your floor! because there are things we cannot change, and one of them is the hair shedding ritual in early summer. but there are things we can, one of which is how much the free-floating hair is camouflaged.

every year at this time i am sorely tempted to send Dog to the groomers' for what is kindly described as the summer cut.

techno-flop

a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, working in a clinic, the phrase we dreaded to hear in the mornings was, server is down. 

well, our new server is down and back in the box and on the way home to its maker. amazon.com's efficient returns service is impressively hassle free i must say. which unfortunately is much more than i can say of our erstwhile server.

geek alert

i think we should add a server to our home network, HOM murmurs. or something in that vein. it will streamline our storage and free us to access our files from multiple sites. size will no longer matter.

the only dinky little server i know that belongs to an actual individual is the one on my brother D's desk, and hey, i always thought that was a crazy indulgence unlikely to infect my nice rational family. this just goes to show that one never knows.

what i do know is that it had better look invisible.

bump in the night

here's my wish list, for the things i hope to find again one day, somewhere in this magnificent technological wonder*:

• the emails within the folder,
• the photos within their albums, and
• the documents that i kept in the photo albums.

also, i would like to know where the music is that used to be in my iTunes.

*our new iMac.

gasp

the iMac is home from the store. the colors are sharper. the keyboard is brighter. the fonts are fresh. iWorks can do more. it is altogether a more intuitive system, they say. people say the strangest things.

also, i believe we have entire folders of email missing.

technical woes

the new computer and the old are in the store for data migration. i am reduced to fumbling at a minuscule keyboard and peering at a dollhouse sized screen.

don't get me wrong. i'm grateful to have the iPod Touch. but i can't help feeling like a beached whale, now can i?