The History of Sax

3 December – Tried to resolve the transfer problem by buying a new USB device which I was assured would work with no problems but, of course, it doesn’t.  And now, when I turn on the old PC it’s making the most terrible scuffling noises as it tries to find anything on the hard drive.  Everything was working fine last night – I really do not deserve this kind of terrible  treatment from technology – I’ve always treated my toys with respect, I have a fairly decent technical knowledge – how come I get stuck with all these garbage problems?  If I’ve lost the information on that hard drive I don’t know what I’ll do.  Admittedly, I’ve not used it for quite some time but it’s my life that’s on that thing.  Some of the files on that computer go back to 1992.  If they’re gone – that’s my life erased.  However, after much wailing and gnashing of teeth I somehow got it to work (and also, by a stroke of luck, managed to get Entourage to send gmail which was an excellent bonus) and I managed to get all my historical data onto the new machine.  All my music, pictures, documents and other sundry files are now residing on the new beast – the one thing I’ve learned from this whole process is that I sure had some strange tastes in pornography in my youth.  Also got a massage in the afternoon (got to get it before the health fund credit expires at the end of the year) from a reasonably decent masseuse – seemed to have a bit more medical training than the last one and had a relatively powerful touch (nothing on the old Thai ladies but you can’t ask for everything) and did some good works on my banged up wrist and violin tight hamstrings.  Also, finally started the arduous process of pulling the DV tapes in for the eagerly unanticipated documentary ‘Shooting The Messenger’ (working title only) and watched the hard drive get sucked down like Coca-Cola.