amput(r)ee

I went out for a walk one day last week and found what’s left of this tree only a street away from my house. The tree is on a street with other oaks, hundreds of years old. When you walk into this tree’s space, you feel a break in the shade — a break that doesn’t seem right. Then you look up and see why… it’s a little startling. A week later, what’s left of the tree is still standing there. It’s like someone started cutting it down, then stopped. The half-finished job is a little eerie.

backups and backhoes

My computer is my notepad where I scribble out ideas, my filiing cabinet where I store my important papers, my journal where I write to myself, my music box where I keep just about every song I would want to listen to, and, oh yeah, an important tool for work. Given the fact that harddrive failure is not a matter of if, but just a matter of when, and also given some of the scary things I’ve seen at work, I figured I really need to start backing up my data. Probably on a regular basis too.
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