Thursday, January 31, 2013
Anyway, Apple's Time Machine is weird. It's on the mind because gf's hard drive crashed last weekend when she was visiting. And somebody asked me for some grad school materials, which I realized are no longer on my machine thanks to my reformatting in Kenya that one time. So I go into Time Machine to look for them, and post-Kenya backups are there and look fine, but pre-reformat ones look like this--Damn! The shift-apple-4 screen grab doesn't work inside Time Machine, so here's a pic from my phone:
Anyway, the point is that they're "there" but they're black or transparent and you can't click on them. If you look directly on the drive, they're there. Weirdly, if you search in the Finder menu bar inside TM, they become active, and you can then click on them and look through them, but you can't restore from them. As far as I understand it, whenever you reformat a hard drive, or anything like that, TM is no longer 'associated' with those back-ups. So the first time I backed up after re-formatting, TM did a complete back-up, instead of a limited smart one of only the files that had changed like it normally does.
There are ways to avoid this and the space it eats up, but they are complicated. This site seems to be the answer to all TM questions one could ever have. I mean, it's not like Windows isn't horribly worse, and it's not like I have time to learn how to do everything in Unix, but why can't Apple be all things for all people? Be simple and beautiful, but still give me options and let me do something remotely complicated.
I think the easiest thing to do will be to manually find which folders I didn't successfully restore in Kenya, then copy them manually from the TM HD.
UPDATE: OK, not that difficult. Just click on your computer in the sidebar of a finder window and then enter TM. (Why this matters, I don't know.) Or it might work if you alt-click on the TM icon in the menubar, and you can try to "browse other TM Disks." Whatever. I'm going to bed.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
RCSP is where MRB and I ran today (see below). I don't know. It's nice and all, and the weather was gorgeous, but we came close to maxing out the park in one day, and the trails don't make any sort of natural topographic sense, in that they don't follow obvious ridges or streams. If the trails weren't color coded and well blazed, you'd basically have no idea where you were. Wissahickon and Crum are much better in that sense.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Obviously I've run more than that in a single day on almost a dozen occasions, but I'm not the world's most consistent trainer. So if you don't count race miles, or random "hey, let's run from campus to Mt. Diablo and back" runs, I may never have trained more than that. Definitely not on a regular basis, and definitely not since I got my Garmin watch last May to keep track of it all for me. I mean, maybe summer of '06 training for my first 100, or maybe fall '05 before my PR at the St. George Marathon, but I'm not sure. Although most of Runner's World's training plans now cost money to access, I was luck enough to download a bunch in fall '11 when I thought I might run a fast marathon in Kenya. Thankfully I dropped those plans, but regardless, even the advanced plan never calls for more than 57 miles a week. So maybe I'm breaking new ground. Now let's just see if I can keep it up, or up it to 100 a week (and do research, and teach two classes, with two new preps).
Odds are long.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
|The view across the lake|
|George initially didn't like the weather, but loved playing in the snow on the lake|
|I totally overestimated how cold it would be. It's only at 45 or so degrees latitude, while a bunch of the US goes to 49. There also wasn't as much snow as I expected; Alaska this is not.|
|But the lakes do freeze, which I guess is what matters.|
|The one sunny morning|
|I guess woodpeckers don't migrate.|
|George was underwhelmed with Niagara Falls on the return drive. I assume I stopped here as a child, but I don't remember it.|
I should have made myself go for runs on the lake (the snow wasn't even deep enough to warrant snowshoes), but I was happy to mess around with the chainsaw instead. I think this was my first time using one, but I still have all my fingers and toes, and only one small hole in my pants. It was also fun to go into Huntsville for some Canadian culture. The gaudy tourist shops were horrible, Rob Schneider is doing two nights of stand-up there later this month, there were police officers in the Tim Hortons I went to, and the very high fraction of the sporting goods store devoted to hockey equipment was hilarious, as was the instant nation-wide transformation from a deep depression to sheer elation that I heard on the radio when the NHL labor dispute ended. Also, everyone was extremely friendly, and they trust you to pump your gas before paying for it.
It's a long drive, made horrible by my having a car charger for neither my ipod nor my phone, nor any books on tape. I'll correct that the next time I go, bring a friend, and work out the kinks in my x-country skiing. But I'll also sit around and chop firewood, because it feels good.
Friday, January 04, 2013
I've never seen George so excited about a stick before. Wait. It's a deer leg. No wonder.
Greetings from a donut shop in Huntsville Ontario with wifi. I need better fitting x-country ski boots. Otherwise, splitting firewood in freezing temps is every bit as awesome as I imagined, though I don't know why in heaven's name the cabin needs 22(!) patio chairs. I think there's a show on cable about this sort of thing.