I feel like I'm behind in everything. Maybe I am. Or maybe everything isn't that important.
My DSL is supposed to go on tomorrow. Except I haven't gotten my modem yet and I called today and they advised me to call someone else because it should be here right now. I got another call (different person) from Qwest that my ISP isn't signing up new people or doesn't recognize them. And I called my new ISP to sign up and there was some sort of hold up and they would call me back in a half hour and never called back. This isn't looking so good, is it?
Bob found the 9.1 disk so I can update my system now. Better back everything up and disk doctor and that whole tap dance again to be on the safe side. If I can get 9.1 on here and get iTunes and that Gnutella thing figured out and get DSL working all in one weekend I will proclaim myself the technological genius of the century.
Thursday, September 20, 2001
We watched Pulp Fiction this week -- I wanted to see it again because I read this article about some different films and I haven't seen it for several years and if you haven't you should go see it again because it's brilliant and Bob and I have had an extended conversation analyzing it. If forced to chose I'd have to pick Harvey Keitel as my favorite character in the movie.
We got the latest MacMall catalog this week and I noticed that RAM is unspeakably cheap. I thought I might try to max Yoda (266 mhz iMac) out and researched whether I could do the install myself. I found a website (which I neglected to bookmark but something imac2.com or whatever) and it had very wonderful instructions with detailed photos which convinced me I'd better pay someone to do this. I'd probably be more adventurous if I hadn't had such a bad time replacing the hard drive in Billy's Compaq piece of crap at the office. (To be truthful, I only partially replaced the item and had to call in a professional to complete the job.)
This weekend I'm going to be as lazy as possible for me and probably start phase one of putting the garden to bed. I've just about had enough.
We got the latest MacMall catalog this week and I noticed that RAM is unspeakably cheap. I thought I might try to max Yoda (266 mhz iMac) out and researched whether I could do the install myself. I found a website (which I neglected to bookmark but something imac2.com or whatever) and it had very wonderful instructions with detailed photos which convinced me I'd better pay someone to do this. I'd probably be more adventurous if I hadn't had such a bad time replacing the hard drive in Billy's Compaq piece of crap at the office. (To be truthful, I only partially replaced the item and had to call in a professional to complete the job.)
This weekend I'm going to be as lazy as possible for me and probably start phase one of putting the garden to bed. I've just about had enough.
Monday, September 17, 2001
Sunday, September 16, 2001
On Wednesday Bob and I went to the Portland Art Museum to see the Clement Greenberg collection. I've been referring him as Stanley Greenberg (does anyone know who Stanley Greenberg is?) and Bob just corrected me this morning so don't look here for accuracy on this report.
Greenberg was an art critic in the US for years and collected modern art. Generally, I'd characterize my appreciation for modern art as being difficult to locate. We went to that modern art museum in Paris - the Pompadeau(?) and it was about 8 floors of waffles surrounded by chicken wire and pieces of rope taped to the wall and I was a bit underwhelmed by the whole thing.
This collection is interesting because it's one man's vision and I viewed it as a challenge to figure out why it was art. The museum displayed a number of quotes from Greenberg's writings and I was impressed by the strength of his conviction. He knew exactly what he liked and why he liked it. And I liked a lot of the pieces and I'd be a better blogger if I could tell you the artists' names.
Another plus, the museum was quiet so we could wander around in almost complete privacy.
Greenberg was an art critic in the US for years and collected modern art. Generally, I'd characterize my appreciation for modern art as being difficult to locate. We went to that modern art museum in Paris - the Pompadeau(?) and it was about 8 floors of waffles surrounded by chicken wire and pieces of rope taped to the wall and I was a bit underwhelmed by the whole thing.
This collection is interesting because it's one man's vision and I viewed it as a challenge to figure out why it was art. The museum displayed a number of quotes from Greenberg's writings and I was impressed by the strength of his conviction. He knew exactly what he liked and why he liked it. And I liked a lot of the pieces and I'd be a better blogger if I could tell you the artists' names.
Another plus, the museum was quiet so we could wander around in almost complete privacy.
On Saturday afternoon a guy came and knocked on our door. He claimed he was from a meat delivery service (points to refrigerator truck parked out in street) and had a bunch of extra stuff on his truck and rather than take it all back and have to do the paperwork, he'd like to sell me some of these conveniently already assembled assorted packs. Does this sound sketchy to you?
Saturday, September 15, 2001
Yesterday I signed up for DSL. I'm supposed to be connected on 9/28. Stay tuned for details. I've been researching DSL v. Cable Modem all summer -- knowing that my current ISP account expires at the end of this month. AT&T is currently running a promo -- and Bob and I know several people using @home -- so I asked around and decided that we'd try that.
I had a list of questions, like about adding a 2nd computer and about remote access so I visited their completely worthless webpage and realized that I had even more questions. I wrote everything down and phoned them assuming that I would sign up with them.
First I get vaulted into the AT&T standard phone tree from hell. If you have any AT&T service of any kind, you know about this tree. I patiently press 1, then 2, then 1 again, then 1 again, and so on until I get put on hold. I'm a potential new customer, shouldn't they be trying to impress me? If it's this bad signing up what's going to happen when my connection goes dead?
I finally got a sales person who was completely unable to answer my questions and at my request transferred me to a more technical person, more on hold music, then the technical person is in service and tells me they aren't supposed to deal with sales calls. She interrogates me as to why I've been transferred and somewhat begrudgingly agrees to answer my questions. She proceeds to tell me that they don't support computer networks or remote access. hm.
Of course, I'd already had enough 10 minutes earlier so I thank her and call QWest and set up DSL.
I had a list of questions, like about adding a 2nd computer and about remote access so I visited their completely worthless webpage and realized that I had even more questions. I wrote everything down and phoned them assuming that I would sign up with them.
First I get vaulted into the AT&T standard phone tree from hell. If you have any AT&T service of any kind, you know about this tree. I patiently press 1, then 2, then 1 again, then 1 again, and so on until I get put on hold. I'm a potential new customer, shouldn't they be trying to impress me? If it's this bad signing up what's going to happen when my connection goes dead?
I finally got a sales person who was completely unable to answer my questions and at my request transferred me to a more technical person, more on hold music, then the technical person is in service and tells me they aren't supposed to deal with sales calls. She interrogates me as to why I've been transferred and somewhat begrudgingly agrees to answer my questions. She proceeds to tell me that they don't support computer networks or remote access. hm.
Of course, I'd already had enough 10 minutes earlier so I thank her and call QWest and set up DSL.
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