August 27, 2022, 9:04 pm
Software hat trick for the weekend. Because my work computer is a Macbook but I need a fulsome Windows machine for Excel, Access, etc, I rely on this Russian doll arrangement of the Mac OS hosting a VMware virtual Windows machine hosting Windows. Because each relies on the other, I’ve been reluctant to upgrade one because of the effects on the other two, etc. I’ve just let them age gracefully.
However, more and more frequently new app upgrades/installations have been shunning my architecturally adequate but earthquake-prone edifice, and I decided to upgrade all three this weekend. For the IT-savvy, this was Sierra to Monterey, Windows 7 to 10. Yes, I’m totally exposed as having lived in a pre-Bush administration world.
Mac Monterey went well, as did VMWare. I had to coax Win10 with some milk and cookies, but by tonight I am fully compliant.
Just for fun on Sunday, I upgraded from Office 2010 to Office 365.
August 2, 2022, 10:49 pm
I see it there, in friends’ Facebook posts, in ads targeted to my superannuation, in exhortations from Brandi Carlyle’s lovely venerations, the links to Joni’s recent appearance at the Newport Festival
But I find I can’t click on the links, it’s like I’m standing on the Deception Pass Bridge at flood tide and staring into the shape-shifting whirlpools of impermanance and starkly beautiful loss and I just can’t…
Joni in many ways was the soundtrack of our 70s and 80s, and the arc of her poetry and musicianship mirrored our own maturation, from the effervescence of Chelsea Morning to Help Me (which was not yet a cry for help, but a cry for how to keep going), to the barely constrained angst of Hissing Of Summer Lawns, to the unconstrained freedom of the open road of Hejira.
I want to leave these musical memories, these totemic depictions of my youth, right where they were as I was being formed.
”It always seems so righteous at the start,
When there’s so much laughter
When there’s so much spark
When there’s so much sweetness in the dark”
I can’t bear to click.
