Fixing stuff, myself included…
Oh no, now what? More geeky stuff?
Well yeah, that’s who I am today. I have a 2009 Mac Pro single quad-core, and I’m going to attempt to replace the processor with a faster 2010 6-core. The dual processor would be much harder to turn into a 12-core machine. Even though I thought I would wait, sell the quad-core and get a dual quad-core, I’ve decided not to.
Why not get the dual quad?
Because the replacement of processors in the dual quad, requires de-lidding the processors. And by the way, both the 4-core and 8-core 2009, need to be flashed with the 2010 firmware. I’ve done the firmware upgrade, and it went smoothly
There are varying descriptions of what to use and how to do it, from heat guns to household irons. All methods involve using a razor blade to “gently” open the sides of the metal case covering the cpu before heating it up. The removal of the casing is called de-lidding. I guess if I had acquired an 8-core to begin with, I would attempt to go for the 12-core. However, after learning about the pitfalls, (many failures) of the dual quad replacement procedure, I’ll be quite content with uping my 4-core to a 6-core.
I’ll ask right off the bat; what do you mean by “Old Tricks?”
Fooling around with the “underpinnings” of this website, from server to WordPress – Speed of loading, ssh/sftp and other “stuff,” behind the curtain.
I should have known you’d revert back to your “old ways.”
Not so fast, I’m not completely entangled in “nerd-speak.” Also, I’ve been thinking more about dyeing and death. I searched on Google for, “the science behind life after death, and found some pretty interesting “stuff.”
Ahh, I see more of “what’s behind that curtain?” Gotcha!
Here’s an URL worth reading.
Do you remember reading all the Carlos Castnada books and Robert Monroe on Astral Projection?
Yes, I remember lots of “stuff.” I remember amazing, mesmerizing moments of time spread out over my brief lifetime.
So maybe you should talk about those “times.”
I might, but not right now.
My father “passed away,” about 6 months ago. “Passed away,” is defined in Webster’s as going out of existence. He died. I brought his ashes home from the anatomy board last week.
What? Wait a minute. You said six months ago. Where were the ashes all this time?
He donated his body to science; he wasn’t cremated until recently.
Yikes! How do you feel, or what do you think about donating a body to science?
On my way downtown, all I could think about was, “dad in a box.” Then I thought about my mother’s death. Our family on a sailboat, spreading her ashes over the bay. She also donated her body to science. However; since my father was alive when she died, he received her ashes. So I didn’t think about, “mom in a box.” But now… it’s:
tick toc, tick toc mom in a box
tick toc, tick toc dad in a box
tick toc, tick toc…
So are you going to donate your body to science?
I don’t know about my body. tick toc, tick toc…
What are you going to do with your father’s ashes?
When spring comes, he can swim in the bay with my mother. For now he’s in the box on top of my dresser, and I speak to him when I notice the box.
What if you still need your body after you’re dead?
I don’t know why you ask questions like that. Who knows if we’ll need our bodies after we die? Will there be “anyone home?” Will consciousness, (the I of me) exist somewhere? That nebulous idea of me. Who knows? See, a question like that, only leads to more questions. But, then again isn’t life a question?; we spend a “lifetime” trying to answer.
Oh dear, I sense you are going to start talking about time travel again.
Hun, what? Time Travel?
I did travel from there to here, you know, and at least “this time” 6 months didn’t go by. Perhaps all of time is really quite compressed, and the moving through it at different speeds gives us the illusion of progression.
Unhun, so where have been in this pressure cooker of time?
I can’t tell you right now; I’ll try to come back later.
Would that be kind of like visiting the past?
Okay, just put a lid on it.
On my way out the front door for a cigarette, my sister stoped me to show me how young some actor was in his first movie.
Yeah some actor; I can’t remember his name 5 minutes later! So, I said, “we were all young once.” Once is not enough. I’d settled for twice right now.
1 x 1 = 1; 1+1 = 2. It’s the time issue that creates the problem. Ah yes these are the times. If addition were the answer, we’d all be young twice over.
I’d think twice about that logic if I were you.
But, you are me. Over here, Over there, I can see your “underwhere.” As the timeline keeps rolling along. Sung to the tune of, the Caissons go rolling along.
Well… I managed to import my old Blogger Archives into WordPress. Now it’s a matter of going through all those, mostly older posts, replacing photos, and replacing missing links in some cases. If you see a post with “Designated driver, on the information highway.” at the bottom, it was originally posted on Blogger. Lots of “stuff” has disappeared since November 2001!
Exactly how old are you anyway?
I used to be really old; however, recently I went back in time and lost 30 years.
Lost 30 years? Huh, where did you lose it?
Somewhere between a rock and a hard place.
Actually, I looked through all my images, and came up empty handed. Afterwards, I searched high and low looking for you all over the house. I think I spotted you up in the lower hall transom. Is this you?
Yeah, it’s me alright. I thought I saw you taking my picture. Why did you put me way up there?
So you could keep and eye on my comings and goings. You’re my “higher power.”
Ha, ha very funny. You don’t treat me like a higher power. Although, I suspect you need one. The reluctant saint acquires a higher power; sounds like a super power.
I was trying to see if I can still post at Blogger i.e. The Testzone, and got caught up in the archives trying to fix broken links. It’s still possible to create a post, but it isn’t viewable, even though it says it’s published. I think it’s because of the nescessary php file at the root of Art Attack which enables use of a subdirectory for WordPress that is viewed as root.
Yesterday, you said you were going to look for a picture of me. Where is it?
Much time has NOT been spent over the last few years working on a new Art Attack Central. When I look back over years of archived posts, I see a lot of talk about what’s going to happen. Looks like a lot of bla, bla, bla. Silly spell check kept trying to say black, and I almost ended up with, “bla, bla black sheep.” Humph, no wool here.
I think you’ve pulled the wool over your own eyes.
You’re supposed to ask questions; not make uncalled for statements.
Okay then, is this another attempt at “thoughtful word salad?” or has flossing your teeth become a virtue?
Sounds like you’re googlewacking your brain, or is it my brain? You know, you’ve been around for a long time, and I’m beginning to wonder what you look like. Let me see if any of my images have a suggestion of you.
Well… how many years go by? So why not post?
Yeah! thats it; start right off with the questions. I’m thinking of including a link to the Testzone on Art Attack Central.
It’s mostly very old archives. Why’s anybody gonna read them?
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I think it might be a semi organized record for me.