With 36 hours to go before my next flight to Tennessee, the Macbook dies. That means that
a) I get to buy a new hard drive for my Macbook just to have access to my files (music including my vinyl album rips, scans – the paper originals for many of which I have recently thrown out) minus the ones added since I last ran Time Machine;
b) I get to take all my installation materials to Amsterdam and install them at the address where I am sleeping over so I can catch my plane in the morning. If that doesn’t work, I get to take a bricked laptop to Tennessee and try again while I’m there;
c) because Apple can’t be relied upon to make hardware that survives even a short period of intensive use, instead of doing it all through Parallels Fusion on the Macbook, we get to buy a Dell box in a hurry for the long-distance work I will be doing. We do not get time to think about what precisely we want – we get to order quickly and hope it’s up and running before my . Just like with the current desktop at home in Groningen, and the studio machine before that, and the studio machine before that. Other people sometimes get to ponder their aging systems and say “Gee honey, maybe we should save up a bit of cash so we can replace this old box.” I have not been in a position to do that for five or so years. I get to replace dead machines in a mad rush to meet the next deadline;
d) I get to stay up late to complete the preparations for my trip that I was working on at the time the laptop gave up. Obviously I don’t get to do the ones that involve installing software on the laptop, but I did lose 90 minutes just trying to diagnose the problem (see: opaque operating systems and why they’re a bad idea even if they’re pretty);
e) I get to lose all the money I saved through 5 weeks of stepping up the frugality. Isn’t it wonderful to be me?
Well at least I’ll be seeing Aggie again in two days. So it’s not all misery.