Advice.
Cognoscenti, a word or three of advice:
Back. Everything. Up.
Back it up on CD, on zip drive, email it to yourself, whatever. Ensure that you have copies. Why this timely reminder?
On Monday night, a friend and I decided to take a break from work and catch a movie. We walked out to an arty sort of movie house in Jericho - a gentrifying but still slightly shady part of town. At 9:15 pm, when John Turturro's Romance & Cigarettes* began, I turned off my cell phone and stashed it inside my bag near my feet.
At 11:10 pm, when the credits rolled, I reached down to pull it out and turn it back on, but felt nothing. Oh, I thought, I've kicked it under my chair.
No.
Wrong.
It was stolen stolen stolen, cognoscenti, slipped out during the movie by an enterprising thief whom no-one, not me nor anyone in the row behind me, noticed at all. I was sitting, last person in the row and about eight seats in from the aisle, so my best guess is that Evil Hobo** snuck in mid-movie, snagged the strap of my messenger bag, and slowly slid it out while I was laughing at Christopher Walken. He is so funny!
But you know what's not funny? Drugs.
Drugs and...
...having your laptop, research files, archival material (ordered at no small expense and effort from Marseille), cell phone, wallet, keys, datebook, and favorite lipstick stolen.
It sucks, cognoscenti. It sucks about ten million times worse than when they (or more likely, Evil Hobo's partner-in-crime Helmet Hobo) stole my bicycle. I'm not going to complain here, because the internet isn't big enough. But back everything up. And feel free to throw a brick at any passing hobo checking his email on an Apple. Bastards.
*Highly recommended, by the way. Although, without the stealing. That's some lagniappe you don't need.
**Yes, I am calling him Evil Hobo. You will note that this is not a slur against hobos in general, only against evil ones. Don't look at me like that. Jon Stewart feels the same way.
Back. Everything. Up.
Back it up on CD, on zip drive, email it to yourself, whatever. Ensure that you have copies. Why this timely reminder?
On Monday night, a friend and I decided to take a break from work and catch a movie. We walked out to an arty sort of movie house in Jericho - a gentrifying but still slightly shady part of town. At 9:15 pm, when John Turturro's Romance & Cigarettes* began, I turned off my cell phone and stashed it inside my bag near my feet.
At 11:10 pm, when the credits rolled, I reached down to pull it out and turn it back on, but felt nothing. Oh, I thought, I've kicked it under my chair.
No.
Wrong.
It was stolen stolen stolen, cognoscenti, slipped out during the movie by an enterprising thief whom no-one, not me nor anyone in the row behind me, noticed at all. I was sitting, last person in the row and about eight seats in from the aisle, so my best guess is that Evil Hobo** snuck in mid-movie, snagged the strap of my messenger bag, and slowly slid it out while I was laughing at Christopher Walken. He is so funny!
But you know what's not funny? Drugs.
Drugs and...
...having your laptop, research files, archival material (ordered at no small expense and effort from Marseille), cell phone, wallet, keys, datebook, and favorite lipstick stolen.
It sucks, cognoscenti. It sucks about ten million times worse than when they (or more likely, Evil Hobo's partner-in-crime Helmet Hobo) stole my bicycle. I'm not going to complain here, because the internet isn't big enough. But back everything up. And feel free to throw a brick at any passing hobo checking his email on an Apple. Bastards.
*Highly recommended, by the way. Although, without the stealing. That's some lagniappe you don't need.
**Yes, I am calling him Evil Hobo. You will note that this is not a slur against hobos in general, only against evil ones. Don't look at me like that. Jon Stewart feels the same way.
posted by Katie at
6:22 PM
6 Comments:
I am so sorry to hear about your loss! Any progress? I will pray to St. Macintosh, the little known Scottish saint of all things apple (and all root vegetables as well).
Sorry for your loss. I know the feeling. Same thing happend to me while researching in Europe last summer: two weeks into a four-week trip, my computer bag was stolen in a bus station. Never saw it happen -- just that sinking feeling when I looked down and it wasn't there: Laptop, cell phone, purse with passport, driver's license, and visa and bank card, digital camera (used to photograph documents).
Even worse was that I had conscientiously been making daily backups onto my iPod, which is the only thing I have with the capacity to store all those hi-res digital document images.
The sinking feeling and self-recrimination lasted about 48 hours. Then I realized that the only way that the trip wouldn't be a total wash was if I got back to work, right then.
Fuck.
Oh yeah: the iPod with backups was in the bag, too.
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