I missed another Friday Night Zen post. While you may be ambivalent, these are important to me because it is one thing about this blog that may be unique. At least, I haven’t yet found anyone else doing such. Too, it is a great exercise for me to re-affirm my convictions ant to learn how to communicate such slippery concepts. It’s sort of like the Jehovah Witness’ practice of going door to door to proselytize, but less annoying.
To the (imagined) few who like reading my Friday posts, I apologize. You are out there, aren’t you? The other week, and again last night, I became involved in a project that, while overtly consumer focused, has a Zen-like calming affect in me: Disassembling and reassembling computers.
After three long years of squirreling away spare Hamiltons, I bought an impressive pile of computer guts and am trying to recreate Frankenstein. (Its’ much easier extracting electronic intestines that it is to insert them.) I’ll spare you the boring specs. Once that is done, I’ll try to use the older, still useful parts to upgrade other machines in the family, rebuild my Linux box, and generally delay paternal responsibility as much as I can.
The tired, old adage is true: "You can separate the men from the boys by the price of their toys…" I’m okay with that.