• UPDATE – 9.1 on a 20th Anniversary Mac

    Friends, Romans, Countrymen… lend me your ears. We’re not in Rome, you say? A curse on you who mock my fit of whimsy!

    When last I spoke of my bite of Apple lore, I was smote with glee over nine point oh four.

    But you had to know that I wouldn’t be satisfied with half measures, didn’t you? This week I went whole hog and pushed the TAM to its official software limit – Mac OS 9.1. Alas, this is not a story chucked full of manna, honey, or candied Apples. Truth be told, it’s not a hell-of-a lot different than 9.04.

    The next stop on the TAM tinkering tour is a removal of the thus far unused network card, plugged into the sole PCI slot, in favor of a used (re: free) USB card. With no available (re: authorized) network connection for my beloved TAM at the office, and with a Palm OS device that can do double duty as a USB flash drive, a USB card is my ticket to file transfer bliss.

    OOOOH… File Transfer!

  • Not so shallow

    Beth and I were leaving Tae Kwon Do and I heard the sound of sudden submersion behind me. I looked back and saw Beth up to her shins in water.

    (Defensively) “Dad, I stepped in a puddle by accident!”

    (Angrily) “Beth, that’s the only puddle in the parking lot and you had to walk about ten feet out of your way to get to it. The only thing accidental about it is you didn’t mean to get soaked half way up to your knees – because you didn’t expect it to be so deep.”

    (Sheepishly) “How did you know dad?”

    (Honestly) “Been there, done that, Beth.”

  • Night

    I fear for my own wellbeing friends. Today I heard the unthinkable, the unfathomable, the unimaginable. Oprah’s long awaited addition to the famous book club is a book that already resides on my shelf, Elie Wiesel’s Night.

    Although I can count the number of Oprah’s shows I’ve seen on one finger, and I couldn’t name another book from the club to save my thumb nail from my nervous teeth during the next televised Lightning game, I never would have thought we had the same taste in books. You think if I sent this revelation to her in an email she’d consider Ender’s Game?

    Personal note: I don’t mean to suggest that these two books have equal weight or merit. While Ender’s Game was a great read (taken on it’s own), Night is a book about The Holocaust – enough said.