At 2:30pm this afternoon it’s snowing in Boston. We haven’t even set the clocks back yet.
Today something nice happened and I want to write it down. I was travelling this week and got sick while out of town. Sick enough to seek out a doctor. Dr. R. treated me, and asked me to follow up when I got back. I did so today, and left a message with his receptionist to let him know how it went. Then just before dinner, the phone rang. “Hi Andrew, it’s Dr. R. in San Francisco, how are you feeling?” He must have spent a good five minutes on the phone with me. Call me crazy, but it totally made my day. I’m feeling much better, by the way.
I just bought another ten euros worth of SkypeOut minutes. How convenient that they accept PayPal. The calls are so cheap that sometimes I favor it even for local calls, for example if I’m in a technical discussion and in front of the computer. Sometimes it’s just easier to have the headset on and go hands-free.
If you’ve got junk piling up in your Somerville garage, but don’t have the time to ebay it or the heart to throw it away, the MIT ReUse list can help!
Swoopy: “His writing was just tiny dashes and dots on Saturday. Yesterday some very nice single letters in no particular order. Today, a word. I’m expecting a sentence tomorrow. “
We lost power for a few hours on Sunday. When the lights came back on, I booted up the computer and got the usual windows login screen with “aegrumet” and “Guest”. I clicked on “aegrumet”, watched my name sink a few inches to the middle of the screen and listened to the familiar “dee doo doo dum”. Then the machine rebooted. Much fiddling did nothing to change the result.
Something went very wrong with my PC. Sigh. Just when you think life is busy enough and complicated enough, you get these curve balls that remind you how much less control over your fate you have than you think you do.
There seems to be some kind of corruption in aegrumet’s personal settings file. Happily I was able to log into “safe” mode, create a new user and copy over my profile. Apparently this task is not all that uncommon.
Everything’s copied over now and sort of works.
Alton Brown wants you to send him a photo…of your fridge.
While my older girl likes to dance to movie soundtracks, my infant likes to be carried up and down the stairs. Again. And again. And again. Ten flights later, she’s asleep and I’m ready to hit the showers.
Congratulations to Philip Greenspun on his new job!