Eugene

I was in the worst movie of 1987. It was called Leonard Part 6, it starred Bill Cosby and I’d offer that it was perhaps the worst movie ever made for $40 million dollars. But what stuck out most for me from this time was something a stunt guy had said to me when I was inquiring about the whys and wherefores of stunt work and whether there were any schools he could recommend. He looked at me soberly and said with a sad smile on his face, “only a fool goes to school for this.” And so it is, long-way around style, that after two years of actually working at Adobe (as I did) and ample opportunities to take classes to figure out photo format action, I demurred and enjoyed then, and now, doing things the old-fashioned way: through trial and error. No directions. No help guides. Call it being spoiled after living so long in the Apple Universe Intuitive, but it seems a much cooler way to learn stuff. 

  This is epic. No, no, not my paranoia. Though that is too. I’m talking about the aftermath of the moment when I lost everything and wrote about it. While I was flooded with emails deriding my casual approach to backing up I was also inundated with emails from geeks (and I use that term lovingly) with dreams. Specifically business dreams of being able to either back up my stuff for me, correctly counting on the fact that I would never really do so myself, despite having said I would (a situation familiar to anyone I owe money to), OR dreams at having the world pay attention to their uniquely significant backup schema.

Will my fatherly iPod denial last much longer in the face of facts that seem to say, “your hearing is perfectly safe with us”?

A guy in a band wonders if guys in bands should be happy about the recent Apple-EMI lovefest.