I have a coffee mug that I have kept with me through many relocations. It was given to me by the treasures of my heart who know me only too well. It says "Dad's Motto: If it's not broken, take it apart, lose some of the pieces, then it will be.". Yesterday I decided that the computer needed help. The alarms constantly state that the memory is overloaded, even though the hard drive is less than ten percent full. I deduced that it must be the random access memory. The on line responses are slow enough to display to indicate this. The cache must be full but I can't find it by searching. My brother left two sticks of additional memory the last time he was here. I was vacuuming the inside of the computer anyway so I reasoned "Why not?". The two in the computer were labeled SDRAM 64K but the ones he left were only labelled SDRAM. I made the swap and put the whole thing back together. I should have realized. My Brother has never thrown anything out in his life, except for me in a strained situation, he assuages his guilt by giving anything with problems to me. He once lent me a car and told me that the steering was a little loose. I was coming off of an off ramp when I leaned back and the entire steering wheel came out of the column with me. Boy, does that wake you up fast. I fired the computer up and was rewarded with single forlorn beeps and a black screen. I thought of the coffe cup. I replaced the original memory sticks and all seems to be well now. I have worked with electronics since I was twenty-three. I became a specialist in integrated circuits and Fibonacci chains. I had to because transistors took over everything. Two months of vacuum tube class down the drain, only klystrons were left. I still remember the eirie violet glow of a cold cathode tube. I have come to terms with one of my qualities. I can fix almost anything, THE SECOND TIME AROUND. I learn only by failing, if I do something right the first time it doesn't stick. I guess this validates the old Swedish proverb: "Bad things wouldn't happen if we only worked harder.". Latest inspiration : a cast iron baguette pan with a lid to contain the steam. Of course I know that I will probably end up with one made in Mexico from leftover Cesium. That should generate some heat. Hmmm, maybe a terrine mold with a cover, I have been wanting to try a Terrine Maison but am unable to locate leaves of pork fat. It should be good the second time, the clams were.
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I have a coffee mug that I have kept with me through many relocations. It was given to me by the treasures of my heart who know me only too well.
It says "Dad's Motto: If it's not broken, take it apart, lose some of the pieces, then it will be.". Yesterday I decided that the computer needed help. The alarms constantly state that the memory is overloaded, even though the hard drive is less than ten percent full. I deduced that it must be the random access memory. The on line responses are slow enough to display to indicate this. The cache must be full but I can't find it by searching. My brother left two sticks of additional memory the last time he was here. I was vacuuming the inside of the computer anyway so I reasoned "Why not?". The two in the computer were labeled SDRAM 64K but the ones he left were only labelled SDRAM. I made the swap and put the whole thing back together. I should have realized. My Brother has never thrown anything out in his life, except for me in a strained situation, he assuages his guilt by giving anything with problems to me. He once lent me a car and told me that the steering was a little loose. I was coming off of an off ramp when I leaned back and the entire steering wheel came out of the column with me. Boy, does that wake you up fast.
I fired the computer up and was rewarded with single forlorn beeps and a black screen. I thought of the coffe cup. I replaced the original memory sticks and all seems to be well now. I have worked with electronics since I was twenty-three. I became a specialist in integrated circuits and Fibonacci chains. I had to because transistors took over everything. Two months of vacuum tube class down the drain, only klystrons were left. I still remember the eirie violet glow of a cold cathode tube.
I have come to terms with one of my qualities. I can fix almost anything, THE SECOND TIME AROUND. I learn only by failing, if I do something right the first time it doesn't stick. I guess this validates the old Swedish proverb: "Bad things wouldn't happen if we only worked harder.".
Latest inspiration : a cast iron baguette pan with a lid to contain the steam. Of course I know that I will probably end up with one made in Mexico from leftover Cesium. That should generate some heat. Hmmm, maybe a terrine mold with a cover, I have been wanting to try a Terrine Maison but am unable to locate leaves of pork fat. It should be good the second time, the clams were.
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