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Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Classic problem 
| | Okay, I used Dantz' Retrospect (amazing, incredible, scary-good program) to completely copy the entire innards (system and all) — while it's running — of the loaner G4/800 onto my G4/500. It's a miraculous procedure: it actually works (I'm using it now). |
| | One problem: it won't start up Classic. The Classic progress window comes up, but progress doesn't even start. I've tried rebuilding the desktop under the Classic system preferences panel. Doesn't do anything. I'm trying right now to open the extensions manager. Won't happen. Won't start up with extensions turned off, either. I hear the disk drive running, but... nothing. |
| | I guess I could re-load OS 9.2.2. Not sure that's a good idea, but... I dunno... |
| | (Post 'em in the discuss section, 'cuz I can't get email for a few more hours...) |
How a chip on your shoulder can mess up your hair
And now this
| | Verisign, formerly Network Solutions, formerly Internic, my domain whatever-it-is since forever, allowed Searls.com to go away today. My fault, I guess, for not staying on top of things. The email address in the old records goes nowhere. I've moved three times since departing the surface mail address in the old record. I never heard about the expriatoin until emails started bouncing all over the place. |
| | Anyway, it's mine again, and re-propogating through the DNS servers (woops, the name servers) of the world. Meanwhile, mails will bounce. Sorry about that. |
| | If you need to reach me, use docATearthlink.net. It should get through. |
| | I just checked that Earthlink address for the first time since April, and 1061 spams (they could be nothing else) are coming down right now, even as I blog. Lovely. |
Converging on meet space
From a parallel polyverse, no doubt
Where'd it go?
| | I posted something nice about my lunch a couple days ago in Seattle with Brent, but apparently it didn't get saved or something. No idea why. Seems to have gone out with the pixel wash. |
Hey, what's down?
| | Okay, I'm back. Love flying down the West Coast early on these calm Summer mornings. The planes ride on smooth air, and the sights out the window are bathed in optimistic light. |
| | Anyway, after answering email and shit, I have to make a fresh run at getting the old laptop to think it's this new one that I'm retuning. Takes a couple hours. Wish it well. |
Considering the penalties, it's a good question
Happy birthday, Pop
| | It's my father's birthday today. He died in 1979 at 70, and would be 94 if he were alive today. |
| | A couple weeks ago we had something of a family reunion at his sister's house on the occasion of her 90th birthday. She's in amazing shape. |
| | Their mother, a teriffic grandma to all the cousins of my generation, lived to 107, and was in terrific shape well past 100. |
| | The difference in mileage is simple. Pop was a smoker. Standard as smoking was among parents when I was a kid in the Fifties, it was also clear to me that it was a killer addiction, which is why I never started. Pop had his first heart attack at 58 — three years older than I'll be at the end of this month. His second came not much later. He quit for awhile, but went back. He finally quit for good after his third and fourth heart attacks, when he was 65. The final one came five years later. |
| | He was a great guy and a first-rate father. And even though he's been gone for more than 23 years, I still miss him every day. |
Not so fast
| | It's 5:11am here in the N (United Airlines) concourse at Sea-Tac airport in Seattle, waiting for my 6:15 flight to San Francisco. The concourse is packed. The lines at the ticket counters are long, and passengers funnel through security in slow motion, like grains of sand through the waist of an hourglass. |
| | I'm sitting, with dozens of other people in the food court, waiting for the Bagel Bakery, the Burger King,the Cinnebon and the Starbucks to open at 5:30. |
| | Downstairs, United's Red Carpet Club also doesn't open until 5:30. A steady current of passengers departs the tram, walks over to the club's doors, realizes the place won't open for awhile, and heads back over to the escalators. |
| | And I'm wondering, with the rest of the growing population of hungry travelers here, why these places don't open earlier. It's not like the business isn't here. |
| | Fifteen minutes and counting. My tummy is grumbling. |
There are responses to this message:Classic Startup, Jeffrey Shell, 7/17/02; 8:43:43 PM DNS, Glenn Fleishman, 7/17/02; 4:23:18 PM
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