Breaking up is hard to do...
The storybook ending to the experiences that we all seem to have is just fitting and proper sometimes. In order for us to be able to reflect on things and look wistfully at the times that we have had, we must bring that part of our life to a close. Without loss, there is not a point of reference upon which to base our new experiences. Such is the way of things.
The pain, the strife, the turning point in our collective life. The twist of the knife, c'est la vie; such is life.
I am a lot smarter than I was a couple of years ago, but the wisdom has not come cheaply. I have had to give up a lot of things. But nothing quite like what I gave up today.
When I first started my current job a couple of years ago, I was excited to see a room that was cluttered and messy, with a large mass of boxes in the corner. I was like a child on Christmas morning. The boxes contained all manner of new equipment that entered the service of the school at roughly the same time that I did, and I began the process of unpacking everything.
One of the things that I unpacked was a brand new computer. Pentium 4, 1.5 Ghz processor, and a very large hard drive. I opened the box, removed the styrofoam and the plastic, and set it up. It was a magical time.
Over the course of the last couple of years, I have saved all manner of things on that hard drive. All of my work, a bunch of music, a bunch of pictures, and all of the other stuff that one collects in the workplace. I would not say that our times together were always delightful, because I have received a lot of email that I did not like to receive, I have written brooding posts about things that have happened to me, and I have experienced a crash or two on that computer. It contained the bad CD burner that I had to send to Mongolia to have repaired, and it was there to witness the administrator ambush that also claimed enigmaroolz and shellianne as casualties.
I got my new computers in today, including a new one for my workstation. I spent the day moving files from the old computer to the network, and then I unplugged all of the cords and cables and seamlessly moved in the new computer. Tomorrow, I will transfer the files that me and the old computer made together to the new one, and then I will send my faithful companion of the last couple of years to another place on campus. As we speak, it sits next to its replacement, and the two of them are going to have to spend the night together. If it had feelings, it would probably be crying and feeling rejected. It was the best thing that you could get your hands on back in the day (2 long years ago), and now it is simply not good enough to remain by my side. Moore's law makes yeterday's high tech expendable.
I am something of a pack rat, and I form odd sentimental attachments to all manner of inanimate objects. This is such an attachment. I think that the computers that I use are an extension of myself, and I find myself taking liberties with the Marine Corps prayer: "Without me, my computer is useless; without my computer, I am useless....I must use my computer to be more productive than my enemies, who are trying to kill me with their own productivity". *sighs*
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Looks like the curses that plague the Red Sox and Cubs organizations are alive and well. I am a huge Yankees fan, and the only thing that would have made me okay with them not going to the series was the possibility of a BoSox/Cubs series. But alas, that did not happen, and I eagerly await the chance for the boys in pinstripes to add another ring to their jewelry boxes. It should be a good series.
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I am changing my plan on my cell phone effective November 6....for the same price, I'm getting 100 more peak minutes, and unlimited off-peak....sometimes things go my way.
The pain, the strife, the turning point in our collective life. The twist of the knife, c'est la vie; such is life.
I am a lot smarter than I was a couple of years ago, but the wisdom has not come cheaply. I have had to give up a lot of things. But nothing quite like what I gave up today.
When I first started my current job a couple of years ago, I was excited to see a room that was cluttered and messy, with a large mass of boxes in the corner. I was like a child on Christmas morning. The boxes contained all manner of new equipment that entered the service of the school at roughly the same time that I did, and I began the process of unpacking everything.
One of the things that I unpacked was a brand new computer. Pentium 4, 1.5 Ghz processor, and a very large hard drive. I opened the box, removed the styrofoam and the plastic, and set it up. It was a magical time.
Over the course of the last couple of years, I have saved all manner of things on that hard drive. All of my work, a bunch of music, a bunch of pictures, and all of the other stuff that one collects in the workplace. I would not say that our times together were always delightful, because I have received a lot of email that I did not like to receive, I have written brooding posts about things that have happened to me, and I have experienced a crash or two on that computer. It contained the bad CD burner that I had to send to Mongolia to have repaired, and it was there to witness the administrator ambush that also claimed enigmaroolz and shellianne as casualties.
I got my new computers in today, including a new one for my workstation. I spent the day moving files from the old computer to the network, and then I unplugged all of the cords and cables and seamlessly moved in the new computer. Tomorrow, I will transfer the files that me and the old computer made together to the new one, and then I will send my faithful companion of the last couple of years to another place on campus. As we speak, it sits next to its replacement, and the two of them are going to have to spend the night together. If it had feelings, it would probably be crying and feeling rejected. It was the best thing that you could get your hands on back in the day (2 long years ago), and now it is simply not good enough to remain by my side. Moore's law makes yeterday's high tech expendable.
I am something of a pack rat, and I form odd sentimental attachments to all manner of inanimate objects. This is such an attachment. I think that the computers that I use are an extension of myself, and I find myself taking liberties with the Marine Corps prayer: "Without me, my computer is useless; without my computer, I am useless....I must use my computer to be more productive than my enemies, who are trying to kill me with their own productivity". *sighs*
***
Looks like the curses that plague the Red Sox and Cubs organizations are alive and well. I am a huge Yankees fan, and the only thing that would have made me okay with them not going to the series was the possibility of a BoSox/Cubs series. But alas, that did not happen, and I eagerly await the chance for the boys in pinstripes to add another ring to their jewelry boxes. It should be a good series.
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I am changing my plan on my cell phone effective November 6....for the same price, I'm getting 100 more peak minutes, and unlimited off-peak....sometimes things go my way.