Computer Backup and Recovery
That was drilled into us from the time I went to a computer programming school in San Diego 37 years ago.
You will have a failure on your computer – either hardware or software – that renders all of the work you’ve done – sometimes for decades – gone.
It happened to me on my old Hewlett-Packard HP 3000 mini computer at work years ago once or twice.
It’s happened on my desktops at home maybe three times in 20 years.
If you asked me 3 months ago if I would be looking for toilet paper for 4 days and then waiting behind 2,000 socially distanced fellow costumers at our Costco to get some, I’d have thought you were nuts. And then, like a happy Muscovite of the 70s, I was able to get some. Because you can do without a lot of consumer items, but toilet paper isn’t one of those items.
Of course things were different for a Muscovite under the Communist Party versus here. In the Soviet Union, if people saw a line, they automatically got into it because they knew there was something worth waiting for.
And here our shelves are full , other than paper items and hand cleaner.
It seems surprising, when I think about it. Even I had largely forgotten about it until reminded by my friends at Katherin’s Biergarten. And because I have knowledge now I am typing away at 2306 in a desire to get this posted before 0000.
Ever since I got an iPhone 5S, I have been enamored with Apple products. The fit and finish, and ergonomics seems to be well thought out.
Heard about the new iOS 13 and I “upgraded” it for my SE the first hours it was available.
Now my reminder app, which I relied upon so heavily, is in shambles.
Over the years it has amazed me at how little so much software seems to have been tested before public release. And in many instances, that which has been sufficiently tested was not used in the “real world” by the people actually needing it, but some programmer’s idea of how things should be.
Heck, look at the mess involving the 737 Max. Not much thought was put into the “what if’s”.
I think we can all relate to software like that.
My father in Korea, 1950
The other day I was writing about my short trip around California, and I mentioned that:
I view a trip both as an opportunity to see things and drive some good roads. And along the way make a few small discoveries.
I covered the “things” and “good roads”, but I didn’t mention any discoveries.
I believe that I learned more about leadership- – good and bad – during my short time in the Army. There was one Army captain that we’d have followed off a cliff if ordered to do so; knowing he’d be right there with us. He wasn’t a “pal” but we respected him to the hilt. He was an ex-Marine (I know, I know), and a Green Beret in Vietnam who had been a sergeant, if any of that matters.
There was also one staff sgt most of us would have been glad to push off a cliff.
The good and the bad – I saw it all. Most of those above me were good people. Like anything there were both ends of the bell curve.
without all the studies.
Researchers spent months getting to the bottom of an eternal question: Is my cat ignoring me?
The answer is most likely, yes.
Before I read this, I thought it was just going to be people giving the company line – but I think it is interesting.
What truly differentiates a 5th generation fighter? Is it performance? (answer NO)
How will strategies change?
Worth a read.
And thanks to Smithsonian’s Air & Space magazine for publishing most of their magazine articles on the web.
As some of you know, one of my passions is history. Not the dull “names and dates” way most teachers and professors teach it, but living history. Showing how we got where we are by how we were.
My mind started peculating a day/2 ago when I wrote about Sierra Snows – thinking about how the small town of Strawberry – along the summit of our Sierras coming into Lake Tahoe – got its name.
And no, it has nothing to do with the fruit. It was a Pony Express and Stage Coach stop, and I learned its history through a little book I got at a small bookstore….in Virginia City. It was called Stories of the Sierras and darnit, I gave it to someone and never found another copy. It was at the Mark Twain Bookstore, which closed some time ago. And looking on the Net I have never seen another explanation for the origins of the town name of Strawberry. So my future revelation will probably be an Internet first.