weeping and gnashing of teeth
My six-month-old hard drive quietly killed itself yesterday evening; in the middle of a phone call with thariel my screen froze up, and upon restarting, displayed only a mocking blinking question mark. The nice young men at the Apple Store could find no trace of its existence, even though the laptop starts up with the familiar ding! and whirrs happily, sans ominous clicks. It will be repaired and the drive replaced for free (of course; thank you AppleCare) but it may take quite some time. So much for my plans to blog copiously this month, unless my employers loan me a laptop, or I break my ironclad No Blogging at Work rule and post during the lunch hour.
The good lord looks after drunks, little children, and fools who neglect to back up their data during the busy holiday travel season: all my music's on my iPod, most of my photographs are copied on an old laptop still in Seattle, and both of my masters' theses are on memory sticks and in various email folders. In an unbelievable bit of luck, the pictures from San Francisco and Seattle are all intact on my camera, because I had neglected to take the cord necessary to upload them with me on the trip, much to my annoyance at the time. At worst, I've lost a hundred or so photos--mostly of Oxford and Brooklyn, where I can always take more--and a lot of academic coursework (seminar essays, exam notes) that I hadn't been backing up lately. Also a smattering of fragmentary personal writings, alas. I'd like them back, but not enough to pay a data recovery firm several hundred dollars (though if anyone reading this is, or knows, a recovery specialist willing to work for barter, discount, home-cooked food, professional editing services, etc. please email!) I'm most regretting the loss a series of pictures taken from the Smith and 9th subway platform at sunset, which I'd meant to use as the core of a post here--one, in particular (serving as my desktop background at the moment of death) looking out over the F train curled along the tracks arcing down towards Carroll St., with all the towers of Manhattan shimmering golden in the background.
Back your shit up, people.
The good lord looks after drunks, little children, and fools who neglect to back up their data during the busy holiday travel season: all my music's on my iPod, most of my photographs are copied on an old laptop still in Seattle, and both of my masters' theses are on memory sticks and in various email folders. In an unbelievable bit of luck, the pictures from San Francisco and Seattle are all intact on my camera, because I had neglected to take the cord necessary to upload them with me on the trip, much to my annoyance at the time. At worst, I've lost a hundred or so photos--mostly of Oxford and Brooklyn, where I can always take more--and a lot of academic coursework (seminar essays, exam notes) that I hadn't been backing up lately. Also a smattering of fragmentary personal writings, alas. I'd like them back, but not enough to pay a data recovery firm several hundred dollars (though if anyone reading this is, or knows, a recovery specialist willing to work for barter, discount, home-cooked food, professional editing services, etc. please email!) I'm most regretting the loss a series of pictures taken from the Smith and 9th subway platform at sunset, which I'd meant to use as the core of a post here--one, in particular (serving as my desktop background at the moment of death) looking out over the F train curled along the tracks arcing down towards Carroll St., with all the towers of Manhattan shimmering golden in the background.
Back your shit up, people.
posted by kitabet at 8:42 PM
2 Comments:
Hi,
How are you coping?
hi uma,
well enough, because complaining to the whole internet is quite cathartic. and i should have some clearer sense of data recovery results by next week--although the impact on my bank account means I shall be eating even more dal then usual this month!
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