The origins of space rock
In a local version of “Be nice to your tech staff”, I had back to back phone calls this morning. The first, from a client. The second, from the phone company. Both making sure that all was well in my universe, because things weren’t broken in theirs. This doesn’t happen any more frequently than a “blue moon”, so I thought I’d mention it.
A particular laptop, under test for several days and responding perfectly; time to send it on home. One last check, and the original complaint was back. Two things, in the end – a dead battery and an intermittent charger. Replaced both, put it on display and walked away. From my corner, the problem has been solved.
And that’s the story of my life. Trying to keep an aged park of equipment running without spending money. Swap from the scrap pile. Revisit the stupid details (like power cords that are less than powerful). Convince the client that all will be well, soon. Lather, rinse, repeat. Not much of a challenge any more. The new stuff isn’t coming across my desk the way it used to. People accept that computers are part of their pain.
Finally, on a musical note… the latest group of ISS residents have brought musical instruments along. Guitars, mainly. Now that space research is predictable (routine?) the right to party has been extended. I can’t help but wonder when we’ll get the first live concert telecast, or snippets on YouTube. Does lowering gravity make strumming any easier? Enquiring minds want to know.
Last evening, I watched a double feature: Goin’ Down The Road and Down The Road Again. Two thumbs up.
