five thousand shades of blue
Friday, July 06, 2001
It's Friday night, and instead of watching a movie or going out for a drink, here I sit... copying files from Zip disks to my now-functioning secondary hard drive (with a cooling fan and a little correct SCSI termination jumper setting love, it's a happy little WORKING disk). I feel like the highest of the highly ordained Geek Girls. I will likely then take all of these files and back 'em to CD, so that I will, hopefully, not lose a ton of stuff like I did when the Jaz disk (that had been entrusted to hold all of the work I had saved up) died a miserable death. Gone were all of my original graphic files, my client backups, even my rather extensive icon collection. I had little choice: the Jaz disks were the only additional large-volume storage I had, and my machine's original hard drive (pre-cheap CD-RW drives and WAY pre-iBook) is only 2 gig (knock on wood, still in use, still going strong). I have since removed the Jaz drive altogether, not wishing further atrocities to befall me (I managed to rescue the files off of the remaining Jaz disk just in the nick of time, it seems). I wish there were some way to recover all of that stuff, but I think the disk itself suffered from catastrophic hardware failure.
It's kind of weird to watch the copy progress, seeing file names flit by almost as fast as memory recall. It amazes me to think that at one time I was perfectly content with the blinding speed and power of a Quadra running Photoshop 2.5, can vividly remember the ooohs and ahhhs when 14.4 modems were the newest and best things on the block. I think this is just a taste of what it's like to grow old.
is
this just not enough…?
