Computer love
Greetings all. For those who don't live in Wellington and have thus not heard me keening (:P), my computer got a bad virus a few weeks back and has been out of action for a painfully long time. I ended up having to just back up data and reinstall Windows, and start again. I thought I was going to have to buy Vista for a while there - noooo! - but it turns out that Eric, a guy at work, used to deal with computers and had a copy of XP in English (he's French) that he could install for me. So I got the laptop back up and running yesterday, with XP, all the necessary drivers, and Open Office, so I can write my essay for tomorrow and other such things.
Having talked about naming my laptop for over a year now, I never did get around to it - I know how fast my interests change, so what seems like a good idea for the moment may be of no interest in a month's time. It was close to being Shinra for a while there, but I went off the idea. Anyway, when the virus doomed my laptop, I felt kind of bad - like it had died without baptism or something - for never giving it a name. I have decided that henceforth he (he's a he - it's like daemons in Philip Pullman, opposite gender makes more sense to me) - he shall be named Nirvash. I still haven't quite finished Eureka Seven (it keeps getting better!) but I like the name, it seems appropriate, and it fits with crisis-and-reinvention, too :P
Uni is a little sucky right now, I have essays due every Friday for a few weeks, and then I think I have a week off before my four-tests-in-one-week week. Two of them are "take-home tests", an idea I'm not overly fond of. My Islam paper is incredibly frustrating, with the tutor I never liked still annoying, the lecturer I had liked getting annoying, and the work mounting up beyond reasonable levels. It's not even particularly useful work, in my opinion. Tomorrow's essay is for Islam, and I only have about half the necessary words, so I need to finish that tonight and edit tomorrow. This lecturer is REALLY pedantic about formatting, so I don't trust Open Office to appease him; I'll do my footnotes and such at uni in the morning, so I can use Word. On the bright side, the essay is from an athropological perspective and asks me to talk about communitas and liminality, concepts of ritual which I am very familar with, so I should be able to produce some sound bullshit in a couple of days!
Oh, in Auckland news, our house has been sold; it has to be empty by near the end of November. I'll be going up around the end of October (probably after your birthday, sorry Clark!) for a weekend or something to go through all my stuff that's left there, and try and reduce it. Mum's living out east, way away from the Shore, so Auckland'll be an interesting place to visit now, heh. Oh well.
Time for me to go back to Victor Turner, and stop stalling for time away from essay writing/research. I am really looking forward to the end of semester. Oh, I'm picking my subjects for next year, too, and I'll b really happy to be doing classics again!
Having talked about naming my laptop for over a year now, I never did get around to it - I know how fast my interests change, so what seems like a good idea for the moment may be of no interest in a month's time. It was close to being Shinra for a while there, but I went off the idea. Anyway, when the virus doomed my laptop, I felt kind of bad - like it had died without baptism or something - for never giving it a name. I have decided that henceforth he (he's a he - it's like daemons in Philip Pullman, opposite gender makes more sense to me) - he shall be named Nirvash. I still haven't quite finished Eureka Seven (it keeps getting better!) but I like the name, it seems appropriate, and it fits with crisis-and-reinvention, too :P
Uni is a little sucky right now, I have essays due every Friday for a few weeks, and then I think I have a week off before my four-tests-in-one-week week. Two of them are "take-home tests", an idea I'm not overly fond of. My Islam paper is incredibly frustrating, with the tutor I never liked still annoying, the lecturer I had liked getting annoying, and the work mounting up beyond reasonable levels. It's not even particularly useful work, in my opinion. Tomorrow's essay is for Islam, and I only have about half the necessary words, so I need to finish that tonight and edit tomorrow. This lecturer is REALLY pedantic about formatting, so I don't trust Open Office to appease him; I'll do my footnotes and such at uni in the morning, so I can use Word. On the bright side, the essay is from an athropological perspective and asks me to talk about communitas and liminality, concepts of ritual which I am very familar with, so I should be able to produce some sound bullshit in a couple of days!
Oh, in Auckland news, our house has been sold; it has to be empty by near the end of November. I'll be going up around the end of October (probably after your birthday, sorry Clark!) for a weekend or something to go through all my stuff that's left there, and try and reduce it. Mum's living out east, way away from the Shore, so Auckland'll be an interesting place to visit now, heh. Oh well.
Time for me to go back to Victor Turner, and stop stalling for time away from essay writing/research. I am really looking forward to the end of semester. Oh, I'm picking my subjects for next year, too, and I'll b really happy to be doing classics again!