Dawn Thoughts – July 23, 2014

Yesterday I wrote that Bastet was gone … and that’s true in the sense that my mother board fried!  So, my husband pulled out a mother board from a few we have on hand … that more or less corresponded to the standards of my old one so that I could keep using XP, my ram and CPU and my older peripherals (like my HP laser printer which is old).

We put my hard disk on the mother board after transferring the CPU and ram, with the intentions of doing a clean installation of XP … that means formatting and losing all the data that was on the “C” partition of my hard disk.  He was distracted and forgot to hit the key that would have made the cd installation disk start … and so the computer booted from the hard disk … and I mean it booted in every sense of the word … Bastet had been reincarnated!

If anyone knows anything about this aspect of computing, they will tell you that 1 in 90 hard disks with XP installed will boot up on a new system.  The old Windows 98 would … it’s just open Windows and then install the new drivers of the mother board.  Not XP or any other system based on NT … which was the fore runner of Windows 2000.  Yes, I had to install the new drivers … yes there’s some cleaning up to do … but my configuration is saved and I can use the computer, just as I have done for the past 10 years.

 

Now … my problem … for yes there are still problems is that my server keeps going off and on … my WP editor has gone crazy and I’m having a hell of a time writing posts … and haven’t been able to use the We Drink editor at all and this one will only let me write after I’ve done down half a page and the spell checker won’t work. And there’s much more.  Oh well … such is life.

Dawn Thoughts – July 21, 2014

 

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I woke up this morning at 3:00 am and decided it was far too early to get out of bed.  I might as well have gotten up because I never found sleep again … such is life.

I kept thinking about yesterday … personal things like my computer finally giving signs of giving up the ghost, she wouldn’t turn on again yesterday, although the power source had been changed – this is beginning to look very serious, it probably means the motherboard is going bad … then my router modem that did give up the ghost – I spent hours trying to get it to configure, but the computers – (I tried on two) kept saying it wasn’t connected.  I finally gave up, I’m now connecting to Internet with a normal old DSL modem.  I was kept isolated for hours …

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Then my mind kept going back to tragedy … the tragedy of life, the senselessness of killing, war, indifference to human and other life, the horrors of cruelty perpetrated on innocents, fanaticism – religious, ideological or home spun personal beliefs and I could go on and on making this post a list poem of horrors that would never have an end.

One of my favorite poets wrote … after he’d written a poem entitled: Flight MH 17 this short poem:

Opening

 

Can you submit yourself to sing
when sorrows’ song is all there is,
and open wide the bellows heart,
receiving grief as you did bliss?

© Ye Old Foole

 

I’m a relativist … or perhaps a Buddhist.  In 62 years I think there has not been a second  when senseless tragedy has not been visited our poor planet. My earliest knowledge of tragedy was of the horrors of Biafra, which is now forgotten.  Throughout my youth, I lived through the deaths of the Kennedy’s, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, and the odd church tower shootings, abundant slayings and much more, not to speak of personal family tragedy.  And I wondered then, as I wonder now, how can I make a difference.

I understand the hermits who chose to live on the side of a mountain or the nuns who went into cloister to pray for the world.  But I also remember the Buddha.  Siddhartha left the luxuries of his life to find out how to defeat death … and through the agony of asceticism, he found the middle road and then enlightenment and walked in the world spreading joy and comfort.

A question oft-times heard,
How to sing in the face of tragedy
In truth, I’ve no reply …
Except to say,  we need one candle
For with just one candle,
We can light a mighty fire …
We all live in shrouded darkness
And sing often of death and pain …
When will we find something different
To change this tawdry game.

As you say the game goes both ways
There’s sorrow not only bliss …
When will the masters learn compassion …
For all the harm they’ve spawned.
And when will their passive slaves see
Behind the masks they hide?
Learning to see the senseless horror
Of mindlessly following blind.

A list of tragedy – crimson with innocent blood
Leaves me not indifferent,
But weak and without resistance
To the viral call of vengeance.

Who will be the candle
Who will sing songs of hope and joy…
If our only melody is a mourning dirge
And we’ve vengeance in our hearts.

 […] “Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared” […]
Gautama Siddhartha – The Buddha

And now for something totally different

Sekhmet is in the lower right hand corner...very discreet, along with some of her periphericals...

Sekhmet is in the lower right hand corner…very discreet, along with some of her peripherals…

Ok…been reading posts today, lots and lots and oodles of posts!

How prolific and fantastic you all are.  Love the photos, admire the writing and just have to stand opened mouth at some of the great poetry I’ve been reading!

Why am I so late reading…and still have to read over 600 posts (which I’ll never be able to do, because once I’m finished here there will be another 100 or so to read)?  It’s all about Sekhmet…but now, I realize that I have about an hour to actually blog myself, and after all this fantastic reading, all I can think about is her, Sekhmet, my computer.  So….

Sekhmet ticks.  That’s right she ticks like a time bomb or an old analogical clock! Tick – Tick – Tick…. scary really!

The crazy thing is, she ticks when the power is totally shut off.  I mean not just closed down, turned off, I mean without any sort of power source surging to keep her body parts warm at night.  I have a switch that turns off all the power…no little L.E.D.s to light up.  So how can Sekhmet tick? And the second question is…why when I do turn on the power…not the computer, just the power switch, does she stop ticking?!

I noticed this bit of strangeness day before yesterday when I added a pci parallel port card to connect my old HP Laserjet 4L printer.  My computer doesn’t have a built-in parallel port…too modern for that sort of thing (doesn’t have a floppy disk drive either sheesh!), and so I’d bought an adapter, a sort of dock, that converted the parallel port function to usb in order to add my printer to Sekhmet.

Ah, alas and sigh… that I decided it was time to get modern and go open source…and liberate myself from the clawing multinational monopoly that is Microsoft.  I’d been a bit irritated with their policies since the Vista debacle…became weary with their quest to shove their attempts to save face with 7 and now 8 down user’s throats…so I said: “Sekhmet is no spring chicken.  Sooner or later I’ll have to replace her, so I’d better learn how to use an alternative OS.”

That alternative as you know if you read my Just a Note a couple of weeks ago, has been Ubuntu 12.4…I’d decided I didn’t want to fool around with a beta model.  Well folks, Ubuntu is the pits from a Windows’ user’s point of view.  I love the ease of just clicking .exe and getting the blasted job done clicking setup, I’ll even search out and find drivers for XP with no problem and add them without a hitch. Easy as you please I can tweak Xp and get it to run and purr like a kitten, not so Ubuntu.  Between you and me, I really think that Ubuntu is male oriented…it’s the tinkering quality that brings this to mind.  You know how the laddies like to rummage around the insides of things trying to tweak et al…some like automobiles…others computers.

Don’t get me wrong.  The problem lies within me, Georgia.  I haven’t used a command lines or dos code since around 2003…can barely remember that cd tells the computer to open a directory (does it?) a SUD for me is the misspelling of a foamy substance that soap or beer produces…and here you have to very often use command lines in order to get anything done.  I had to take my dock adaptor, I mentioned above, off the computer, which works beautifully on my XP system btw, because…they stopped making drivers for the thing back in 2006!  Obsolete! Kaput!

The ideological and probably correct point of view of the Unbutu people and probably most other Linux kernel developers is that proprietary programs…programs and sometimes drivers whatever, should be excluded in their setup.  What’s a proprietary program…well, Picasa 3 for example and it would seem my Samsung CLP-365W color laser printer drivers…by the way, I’m probably being unjust about the Samsung problem, they have a Universal Linux driver pack over at Samsung, just can’t get it to work!  I’ve spent hours of my life this last week trying to get Unbutu to recognize my color printer, once I solved my b&w printer’s problem (which took a day).  Now you should know, I still have to get it to recognize (which it won’t) my HP scanner 3600 series, my Creative webcam because I need to get Skype set up there too…another proprietary program.

And now Sekhmet ticks.  Maybe she’s getting impatient, you know how Goddesses can be.

Sekhmet taps her foot:
“Whatever is this human doing
trying to change my
lovely configuration
with her silly mortal attempts
to undermine
my divinity.”

“She’s not good at writing code
she can barely write
a poem
an ode (not at all)
or a decent short story!”

“She’s ticking me off
that’s for sure
and so I’m going
to give her what for.”

“Ah…these silly mortals
with their thoughts of immortality
cannot even begin to understandthe luck they have
to deal with a divinity!”

“So get yourself off
playing with my insides
before I decide
to blow a fuse
which will teach you not to abuse
my patience any further!”

Just thought I’d add this little Free Verse for the We Drink Because We’re Poets personification poem that Sahm put up on Monday 😉