The Poetry Page in motion and word

2004-03-05T18:10:00.000-08:00

Nobody who knew what they were talking about ever said that technology was always easy.

Example:

I got meself one of the new and cool Ipod Mini's. I have a firewire card that installed a couple of years ago, so I expect that I'll have no problems attaching this nifty little device up. Wrong. It turns out (and i really should have known this) that you need either Windows2000 or Windows XP to run this little bugger. Shizzle. So....i do a little research on the topic, to see if perhaps i can figure out whether i should upgrade windows and use the 800mhz pc that ive been beating on since 2000, OR should i get myself a replacement computer of the laptop variety and move myself into something new.

Upon further chewing, i concluded that id ultimately like to use this machine as some sort of HTPC, and therefor it might make sense to do some basic upgrading to it anyway, and work on getting a laptop for later. So, WindowsXP was purchased; and while i was there, i was roped into picking up a larger 120g HDD (space is a premium in here, folks) to accomodate all the media files I'd be storing. So i get home and install windows. No problem. No hiccups, burps, or even small explosions. Next, i install the HDD. There's only one place to mount this thing on the inside of my tower, and the power jumper wont reach from the primary HDD. So i steal the jumper from one of the 2 cdroms i have installed, and fire it up. Everything seems to be working fine, right?

nope.

The first time that i try to sync my palmpilot, nothing happens. It doesnt know the hardware. I figure that this is cake, there had to be something that needed to be reinstalled and all would be well. *sigh*

IT turns out that the cdrom that i stole the power from was the master. The one that i left plugged in was the slave. so the slave would open, but it wouldnt do anything. it needed the master to run at all. So now i open the case again (this time i vacuumed in there. i swear to god there was a dust bunny city in thar. disgusting), and move the primary HDD up to where the new one was, and wired them with the shorter power cord, and powered up the old Cdrom. Close the case, and put in the install software for the PDA. Nothing happens. Windows cant find the drivers it needs on the disc. It cant find them online. It cant find them anywhere. So i uninstall. REinstall. Uninstall AGAIN. REinstall AGAIN.

Finally it recognizes the drivers and loads them. its about effing time. All for the love of music. and toys.

I need a beer.

2004-02-29T22:55:00.000-08:00

Here goes with post #2. Im pretty sure that nobody read the first one, but practice makes perfect, so I suppose that I could write for a while and not have anyone read it, and tweak my craft. Yeah, run-on sentence, I know.
So, here I am, where I work. Im in retail sales, and today, sunday, there hasnt been more than a few people in.

Perhaps a poem would be appropriate. Here goes. See if there's anything intriguing me today.

blown. tisk task.
im running out of favors
to ask of myself.
im running out of time to start

something.

my runway is getting shorter;
with each moment the sun drops
further behind the clouds, beyond
the horizon.
the end.
there aren't really that many
tomorrows coming for me

i've heard. or maybe in my
nervousness im filling this head
with routine unfoundedness

you have to have
started somewhere.
perhaps i will have, too.

2004-02-28T18:25:00.000-08:00

Here goes. Both Feet. I'm jumping.

What does one say, as the very first line of their very first blog? I suppose that the prevailing question in my mind has to do with whether or not anyone will ever read this on a regular basis. Or even once.

Lord knows. It's entirely possible that people will occasionally read this. Perhaps they'll even be entertained.

I know...I need a mission statement. Something that says what it is that I plan to do.
Ready?

Spout. I want to spout. I want to spout data. Human/tech/poetry/spastic/anything data. I want to talk about whatever is on my mind at that time. I want to tell people what i like about new gadgets. I want to tell people that poetry rules. I want to touch the sky.

I think that this about sums it up for tonight. Be prepared for tomorrow when i actually spout something relevant.

B

2004-02-27T18:39:00.000-08:00