I dedicate this blog entry to the events that transpired today. I suppose every blog entry I write, now that I think of it, has something to do with that particular day. The focus is on the 'loss of things' because I have friends that are secretly getting rid of their kid's toys to alleviate the amount of stuff collected within their homes. 'Secretly' to the kids anyway, I found out because they posted the getting rid of stuff on facebook. This entry also documents my loss of data today from my iPad2.
Ironically the chain of events that follow all started off from performing a back up, of all things, of my iPad2 because my computer hard drive was getting full.
I had purchased Torchwood the complete seasons of one and two (mistake number one) which take up about 1.5 gigs an episode. My main hard drive sits in a netbook. Not a lot of space to begin with. The idea was to use iTunes to back up my files to an external drive. That was it. Simple. Straight forward.
Unfortunately it was neither. After backing up my files to my 'R' drive and checking to make sure they were all there by comparing it to my 'C' drive I proceeded to delete the stuff off my 'C' drive (mistake number two).
Upon running iTunes I noticed that all the apps were gone. How to solve this? I decided to hook up the iPad2 to the computer and download them (sync them) back to the laptop (mistake number three).
Instead of downloading the apps, iTunes decided to sync the empty laptop back to my iPad. Doing this not only wiped out all my Apps on the iPad, it also deleted all the support files and files created for those apps.
I lost music compositions, sketches, spread sheets, Word documents, game settings (including about a month of fish planet data), and all my sound recordings from travelling around the Boston T just before Christmas. Ugh. There could still be more stuff gone that I haven't discovered yet.
I suppose the part that really sucks about this whole experience is that it took almost 12 hours to get things back up and running properly and still not have those files. The good news is that Apple does keep track of all the software you buy so you can at least re-download everything. That was a small victory in itself. Had I not been able to reinstall the apps I would have probably put the iPad on eBay.
Things could have been a lot worse. Most of the data was only two months old. iTunes managed to back up my contacts and my notes data. This is the problem with a closed system like the iPad. You forget to backup files because they're hidden away. I knew this going into buying the Apple product so it wasn't a complete surprise when everything went to crap.
Whether it's computer data loss, a hundred view master reels your uncle gave away as a kid, that Apple ][+ (with all the software) your mother gave away to your relatives, your best friend dying, or your loss of youth and the ability to bend without grunting, you'll always lose something in life. It's just the way it is.
Wow, as I write this I realize that this blog entry is a big downer. To help pick you, the reader, back up here's some photos I took of Phoebe while I was working on the restoration of the iPad. We went outside when the computer was re-downloading the apps.
Also despite knowing the fact that loss is a fact of life, know this... Appreciate stuff when you have it. The memories of having that stuff in your life will last forever (or at least until your memory fades due to old age). If you buy an Apple product with a close system remember to back up each individual file (see, out of a horrible time consuming experience for me you have taken away some valuable time saving information; life is good)
Here's a photo of Phoebe with the neighbour's newspaper from today (It's the Wall street Journal)
The bridge near the park (again)
Phoebe rolling around on the ground (why? I have no idea)
Phoebe sleeps while I start the iPad's restoration
Phoebe changes beds. My restoration is taking a while.
Back to the softer bed (position five)
While the laptop is re-downloading all the iPad Apps I decide to take Phoebe for a walk.
Haymarket Pizza Prices
Phoebe with the statue of Kevin Hagan White, the longest-serving Mayor of Boston
Phoebe waiting for me across the street while I use the bank machine.
Phoebe at South Station
Phoebe near the Children's Museum
Phoebe across the street from the Barking Crab
Phoebe on a bridge connecting Boston to South Boston
Phoebe in front of some Christmas lights
A Boston park display
Phoebe in front of a large Christmas Tree in Quincy Market
Roller Derby, Fashion, Rock & Roll, Food, and all the nutty stuff in between... with photos!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Christmas in Boston
There was not a lot going on today being Christmas and all. All the stores were closed and even if I were in a shopping mood (which I wasn't) most of my day was filled with lounging and reading.
I had picked up some novels, yeah okay they are Star Trek related, purchased from the Apple iBook store. It's the four part Invasion series where each book covers a different crew (TOS, TNG, DS9, and STV respectively). A while ago I owned the first book, part one, in paperback and read through about half of it before losing it into a box while moving apartments. That was a few apartments ago.
The reader for the iPad2 was a free download so I figured I'd buy the book and see if it was any good (the iPad2 as a reader). The night theme on the newer version of iBook helped. It was easier to look at a dark screen.
I am posting this blog entry before some of the days past. I'm trying to catch up on blog entries since RollerCon. So if you already know I'm in Boston then pay no attention to what follows.
I'm in Boston. I'm currently on vacation from working on a movie being filmed here and instead of going back home to Toronto I decided to stay here at Patrick's apartment for Christmas. I really didn't want to do any travelling during the holidays. So in exchange for staying at the apartment I'm taking care of the family dog, Phoebe.
Looking for a good place to poo.
Phoebe reminds me of an ewok if one were to be real. If the dog were to say 'yub yub' this would not be of any surprise.
Phoebe requires walking a few times a day. This is a good thing as it gets me out of the apartment even if it's only a few minutes. I then get out of that stereotype of being that guy barricaded in an apartment by himself (or herself; let's not be sexist) over Christmas with food and movies on DVDs, sandbags at the entrance, and a shotgun to drive the curious kids and nosy neighbours away. Yes, walking a dog makes you more normal.
Wandering at the nearby park
Not that I was looking for this to happen but according to Patrick, and other dog owners, walking a cute little dog is a babe magnet. I would like to blow that myth out of the water. I had not seen or talked to any 'babes' today. This could also be that it's Christmas. Who in their right mind would be outside when they could be opening presents, spending time with family/friends, or sleeping... oh wait across the street... yep... another dog walker (specifically a guy who looked like he was thrusted out of his house by his spouse/girl friend/person that wears the pants in the house). Geez, he looked in sadder shape than me.
Did I mention that it was snowing? Not enough to start calling for snow plows or to start the barrage of putting salt on the streets, just enough to notice that it was indeed snow and not some person with a dandruff problem on a second floor apartment shaking their head. The snow melted by the time it hit the ground.
Phoebe walks toward me and the camera
The Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge in the distance
For dinner I had forgotten to take a chicken I bought a few days ago out of the freezer. So for dinner I had cereal (Krunch Heads) and a choice between two calm chowders I had bought at the grocery store (the same day I bought the chicken).
CHOICE A: Cherrystone Clam Chowder
CHOICE B: Snow's Clam Chowder
I went with Choice A. The Cherrystone. I wasn't really that impressed. It seemed to have more sand in it than I expected. That or hard shell like particles floating around. Also it wasn't that thick. Stay tuned for Choice B, which I'll probably eat tomorrow.
Close up of Phoebe
Phoebe, like most dogs, watches me without blinking (creeps me out a bit) while I'm eating. I suppose all animals are like that. She'll just sit there and stare until I have no more food left and have put the bowl in the sink. If I'm still holding the bowl she's still there... staring.
Suspicious but lazy
She also has a lazy side to her. If she's sleeping and hears me doing something not food related she'll look around with as little head movement as possible shifting her beady little eyes towards me to see what I'm up to. If it's food related she's up and as close to the bowl as possible.
Sunset over Boston.
And that was how I spent Christmas.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Today's random trip took me to Alewife. The end of the Red line. I suppose I just wanted to see what was out there. A bunch of run down apartments and probably not the best part of the city. On the train a couple with arguing. Well swearing at each other actually. "bitch!", "asshole!" seemed to be the key words that popped up a number of times.
By the end stop there weren't a lot of people on the train, just the crazy couple, me, and a lady that looked really uncomfortable. The argument between the couple became louder as the guy continued to yell at the girl from the other side of the train, wanting to put as much distance between himself and her and still be on the same car. The girl returned the loud shouting adding another colorful metaphor.
In my brain I wondered why these people would even travel together if they hated each other so much. Maybe they wanted to make a public spectacle of themselves. I kind of wanted to take photos or video record the exchange as an example of interaction between the lower class.
The uncomfortable lady was trying to avoid eye contact with them all together. She clutched the rolls of Christmas wrapping and fumbled with some other packages she was carrying, dropping them at random points between stops. I could see her exhaling a sigh of relief when we reached the final station. She waited for the couple to leave the train, still screaming at each other, before she scurried out and disappeared down the other end of the platform.
I walked around a bit noticing a pond surrounded by fencing. I got to a bridge and walked toward a Staples sign. This was how I found the Whole Foods grocery store and where I ended up buying lunch.
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