We're looking for Bonds' barco-lounger.
暗いよ。オフィスの中。btw Garth's Xmas tree is pretty neat.
Sometimes technology empowers me. Things work smoother and faster and I can write, connect, watch, create and generally do and be more, as result of magic of technology.
Then there are times when technology thwarts me at every turn. Things break, slow down or just become ridiculously complicated. When that happens, technology can suck the energy out of just about every task big and small.
After months of everything working relatively smoothly, I seem to find myself thwarted by machines, captive to electrical conundrums, bogged down by bad connections and generally wading through the muck of technology gone wrong.
The televisions have had memory cards replaced, firmware upgrades and new panels installed. The cordless phones have taken to randomly deciding to let me know who's calling or not, as it pleases them. The programmable thermostat seems to want to decide for itself when the heat should go full blast or completely off. Bulbs in my bedroom and the backyard refuse to power up and provide light. My Blackberry's trackball has developed a sluggishness and a stickiness that makes me suspect that some of that nasty green goo from Ghost Busters is oozing just behind the faceplate.
But the most vexing problems are with my computer and its relationship to programs and the Internet. It's slow. Really realley sl-o-o-o-o-o-o-w. Which is maddening enough, but it loses things. It forgets things. It doesn't want to connect to sites and people it should connect to. It misbehaves, acting like it doesn't care to help me do the things I need and want to do. This defiant, sluggish laptop was purchased in May of this year.
I've tried all the usual (but not extreme) remedies that those of us with an above average comfort level with personal technology know to do in these situations. I've tried them two and three times or more.
It might be time for more drastic measures. But before I go that far, one of my business partners offered up his "Technology Cleansing Ritual".
I think it might be worth a shot.
When you are in the snowy cold of Minnesota, take your laptop, remove any jewelry and do the following:
1. Gather freshly cut parsley and place it in a pan of distilled water. Let it soak for nine minutes. Sprinkle the water throughout the house while visualizing a calm environment.
2. Go outside, face Seattle and chant the following: I will uphold the Redmond creed. High in spirit, I shall succeed. Power of the Elements Five, will help my data stay alive. From grains of earth to the moving air, past the burning fire that magic flares, flow with water, lakes, and streams; around the spirit's aura and dreams. Keep my karma high aloft and let me play with Microsoft.
3. Avoid eating any liver or organ meat for one month.
You should be good to go!
J
Caroline successfully reoriented her carrier from psychologist (in France) to lactaction counselor and post-partum doula here in San Francisco (we live on Potrero Hill).
I'm still cold from last week.
Since last week I was wittering on about Pharcyde and how they paved the way for 'alternative' hip hop bands and how the success of the Wu Tang Clan and RZA's spinoff project Gravediggaz tinged their second album in a darker, more mellow way.
Which gives me a couple of thematic outs - I could go with either Wu Tang Clan or Gravediggaz but, since I don't really have time to delve into the entire mythos of The 'Clan and the only video of my favourite Gravediggaz track on You Tube is a static video with a the Album art I'm going to skew slightly left field and go with an old Holiday standard
Featuring Kelis on vocals for the chorus and samples from Slick Rick's "Children's Story" and Michael Jackson's "Beat It" (yes, that was the drum loop that you were trying to work out where you'd heard it from) the video is based around the blaxploitation film "Dolemite", the trailer of which contains the classic line
"I'm the one who killed Monday, whooped Tuesday, put Wednesday in the holiday, called up Thursday to tell Friday not to bury Saturday on Sunday"
タイすき。結構辛い。
Now that's a show.
It's time again for Not So Silent Night.
