It’s Monday morning (better check yourself for a pulse), and while my cold’s hanging on, the back’s better, Little M’s happier, and a very fast new desktop computer is on its way.
Writers, consultants and web types really don’t need what you’d call high-powered hardware (at least not these days – at least not when they run Linux, which is a damned fast OS to begin with).
But like most deviants (I did say “writers”), my need for speed is a very real – if wholly emotional – thing. That true even though writers primarily harness those galactic levels of computing power – in the long, (frequent) spaces between words – to do the following:
Make the cursor blink.
It’s a little like putting on $500 breathable waders and then never getting out of the drift boat, or buying a nano-death-tech, extraterrestrial-level $700 fly rod to ‘challenge’ 5″ brook trout on a tiny stream.
What’s worse, to my mostly male readership (and to me), the above makes perfect sense.
Many of you are probably shaking your heads right now and re-reading the previous sentences for a clue to what doesn’t make sense.
Which leads us to our Thought For The Day (At Least This Early in the Day):
Half the planet’s crazy.
The River? Forget It
It drizzled yesterday and rained all night, and with the watershed’s low-lying snow being converted from yard decoration to river water in a hurry, the predictable’s happening:
(Don’t forget – links to local river flows, weather and road conditions here on the Underground.)
Planning to go fishing?
Better plan to go elsewhere. Me? I’m trying to finish a piece for the Blood Knot e-zine, offer some help to folks using point-and-shoot cameras, and yes – I’ll soon have a new computer to rig.
I hope it’s really fast.
See you anywhere but the river, Tom Chandler.
































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