Sara with No H
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Now I have to do a triathlon this year...
He he he.
Really light, really fast; a little older, but cheap. Thank you, Craigslist.
He he he.
Really light, really fast; a little older, but cheap. Thank you, Craigslist.
Labels: bike
¶ 8:04 PM 1 comments
Morels
I'd been trying to find this mushroom at the Farmer's Market for the last two weeks, without success. The elusive Morel.
And where did I find it? Miller's Supermarket. They have great sources for these things and I discovered their area yesterday. THey were $18.00 a pound, and I bought about 1/3 of a pound.
What to do with them?
I chose the simple way; saute with butter and onions, served with eggs and toast for breakfast.
First, I cleaned and sorted through my $6.91 package, removing the squishy ones, removing the stems. And then I cut them up, learning later that most people don't cut crosswise, but lengthwise. Hence, most people don't get rings.
J was really excited about them, and tasted a raw one. "Really, really mushroomy," he said. "Like the floor of the forest." (I later learned, via the internet, you aren't supposed to eat them raw. Oops.)
Well, that's not promising, or is it? After all, mushrooms are prized for that flavor. Plus, I was going to saute them in butter, so that was going to change things.
I cut up a little onion, melted some butter, threw the morels into a pan and sauteed the heck out of them.
On the side, I threw together some eggs and toast, and we ate well.
The mushrooms tasted like mushrooms. I think that my traditional preparation, while very tasty, did nothing to showcase any unique taste of the mushroom. There are a lot of recipes that recommend breading and deep frying, and maybe I'll try that next.
They were meaty and substantial and incredibly tasty, but in my opinion, all mushrooms prepared via this method are fantastic. It was a wonderful breakfast, and I look forward to maybe another stab and trying out the elusive morel.
Back to Millers! ¶ 10:41 AM 0 comments
I'd been trying to find this mushroom at the Farmer's Market for the last two weeks, without success. The elusive Morel.And where did I find it? Miller's Supermarket. They have great sources for these things and I discovered their area yesterday. THey were $18.00 a pound, and I bought about 1/3 of a pound.
What to do with them?
I chose the simple way; saute with butter and onions, served with eggs and toast for breakfast.
First, I cleaned and sorted through my $6.91 package, removing the squishy ones, removing the stems. And then I cut them up, learning later that most people don't cut crosswise, but lengthwise. Hence, most people don't get rings.
J was really excited about them, and tasted a raw one. "Really, really mushroomy," he said. "Like the floor of the forest." (I later learned, via the internet, you aren't supposed to eat them raw. Oops.)Well, that's not promising, or is it? After all, mushrooms are prized for that flavor. Plus, I was going to saute them in butter, so that was going to change things.
I cut up a little onion, melted some butter, threw the morels into a pan and sauteed the heck out of them.
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On the side, I threw together some eggs and toast, and we ate well.
The mushrooms tasted like mushrooms. I think that my traditional preparation, while very tasty, did nothing to showcase any unique taste of the mushroom. There are a lot of recipes that recommend breading and deep frying, and maybe I'll try that next.
They were meaty and substantial and incredibly tasty, but in my opinion, all mushrooms prepared via this method are fantastic. It was a wonderful breakfast, and I look forward to maybe another stab and trying out the elusive morel.
Back to Millers! ¶ 10:41 AM 0 comments
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Ouch
The bad thing about biking everywhere is that the ground looms as an enemy.
I tried to brake and signal a right turn on a pothole laden hill, hit a wrong hole, and went over my handlebars.
I think I hit my left elbow first, because that seems most bloody.
I then skidded to my arms, hit my knee and ended up...sliding facefirst on my sunglasses.
Yes, that was as nasty as it sounds. I ended up facefirst on asphalt.
So far, my lip is swollen, my knee is swollen, I have bruises on my knee, my hip, both my arms. I have a nasty scrape on my elbow, and I'm starting to feel achy in my back and leg. My knee has a good goose egg swell to it and I'm icing that down.
However, the bike is fine, and I was able to ride home and I can recite what day it was, what I ate for lunch, and I know the president's name, even if I don't want to. I took some meds and am not in pain, and I will definitely get on a bike again, but maybe after a few days to heal.
So, I think I'll survive. J bandaged me up and is my knight in shining armor, helping me out where I need him.
Not how I wanted to end my day, but the day wasn't going so well anyway. ¶ 8:47 PM 6 comments
I tried to brake and signal a right turn on a pothole laden hill, hit a wrong hole, and went over my handlebars.
I think I hit my left elbow first, because that seems most bloody.
I then skidded to my arms, hit my knee and ended up...sliding facefirst on my sunglasses.
Yes, that was as nasty as it sounds. I ended up facefirst on asphalt.
So far, my lip is swollen, my knee is swollen, I have bruises on my knee, my hip, both my arms. I have a nasty scrape on my elbow, and I'm starting to feel achy in my back and leg. My knee has a good goose egg swell to it and I'm icing that down.
However, the bike is fine, and I was able to ride home and I can recite what day it was, what I ate for lunch, and I know the president's name, even if I don't want to. I took some meds and am not in pain, and I will definitely get on a bike again, but maybe after a few days to heal.
So, I think I'll survive. J bandaged me up and is my knight in shining armor, helping me out where I need him.
Not how I wanted to end my day, but the day wasn't going so well anyway. ¶ 8:47 PM 6 comments
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Where's my Flying Car?
Last night, a robot conducted Detroit's Orchestra. The comments were that the conducting was technically fine, but the conducting lacked an improvisational quality that real conductors have in bringing mood and feeling to the music. That's to be expected, I guess.
But think about that...a robot.
Like the maid in the Jetsons, Rosie? Could the ASIMO robot clean up after me? Probably.
We already can buy automated vacuum cleaners (Roomba) to do the chore of vacuuming.
We have machines for doing dishes, though we have to load and unload them ourselves.
We have machines that allow us to walk without going anywhere, a treadmill, like George used to walk Astro. (Jane! Stop this crazy thing!)
In one scene from the Jetsons, I remember George's boss getting a suntan from a machine. He got the tan, then a giant spatula picked him up and turned him over so his back could get similarly done. We don't have that, but we do have tanning beds, and now we even have self-tanning spray booths, where, in a few minutes, you can pick up a safe tan.
What other parts of the Jetsons came kind of true?
But think about that...a robot.
Like the maid in the Jetsons, Rosie? Could the ASIMO robot clean up after me? Probably.
We already can buy automated vacuum cleaners (Roomba) to do the chore of vacuuming.
We have machines for doing dishes, though we have to load and unload them ourselves.
We have machines that allow us to walk without going anywhere, a treadmill, like George used to walk Astro. (Jane! Stop this crazy thing!)
In one scene from the Jetsons, I remember George's boss getting a suntan from a machine. He got the tan, then a giant spatula picked him up and turned him over so his back could get similarly done. We don't have that, but we do have tanning beds, and now we even have self-tanning spray booths, where, in a few minutes, you can pick up a safe tan.
What other parts of the Jetsons came kind of true?
Labels: cartoon, future, robot
¶ 8:56 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Ransom your pets
My cat, given his health problems, is on a few medications. When he first went on these medications, I bought them at the clinic. They were very expensive, and in small sizes that demanded large payments to refill.
So, I tried 1-800-petmeds. 1800petmeds.com was not only substantially cheaper, but also gave me a much larger container of the same medicine requiring fewer refills. Yeah!
I just refilled his meds on that website again. They decided they had better check with his vet to make sure that these meds are in fact prescribed by him for the cat and are the right types. Even though they'd already done this once before. Until they did this, and heard from the vet, this would not be shipped out and be pending.
Monty's medicine is running low and getting lower. What's the holdup?
On Monday, I get a call from the vets office. They no longer will confirm calls for medication verification to places like this unless I pay a $5.00 fee per occurance.
So...my cat could get very sick without this medicine, but you want me to pay $5 so you can verify that the medicine hasn't changed? And this isn't covered by the $1500 that I've already paid to keep this cat alive and well? Evidently, they want to punish me for choosing not to pay 80% more for the same medicine at their location. Highway robbery....or should I say bribery?
I was pretty mad. There is no law on the books that says they can't do this. There is no stopping them from charging fees that they feel they have the right to charge. I just wonder where it will end. Already, I can see that soon they'll outright refuse me the right to buy the medications elsewhere. What will be my choices then?
Another vet?
Will my doctor start to refuse to do business with certain pharmacists? Will I have to pay him extra to send my prescriptions to a particular place?
Where will it end?
I rode my bike 7 miles out of my way yesterday, came in, slammed $5 on the table and got it over with. They regarded me nervously and but courteously. It does not do any good to scream more about it, but I can vent, and that is what I've just done now. ¶ 12:57 PM 1 comments
So, I tried 1-800-petmeds. 1800petmeds.com was not only substantially cheaper, but also gave me a much larger container of the same medicine requiring fewer refills. Yeah!
I just refilled his meds on that website again. They decided they had better check with his vet to make sure that these meds are in fact prescribed by him for the cat and are the right types. Even though they'd already done this once before. Until they did this, and heard from the vet, this would not be shipped out and be pending.
Monty's medicine is running low and getting lower. What's the holdup?
On Monday, I get a call from the vets office. They no longer will confirm calls for medication verification to places like this unless I pay a $5.00 fee per occurance.
So...my cat could get very sick without this medicine, but you want me to pay $5 so you can verify that the medicine hasn't changed? And this isn't covered by the $1500 that I've already paid to keep this cat alive and well? Evidently, they want to punish me for choosing not to pay 80% more for the same medicine at their location. Highway robbery....or should I say bribery?
I was pretty mad. There is no law on the books that says they can't do this. There is no stopping them from charging fees that they feel they have the right to charge. I just wonder where it will end. Already, I can see that soon they'll outright refuse me the right to buy the medications elsewhere. What will be my choices then?
Another vet?
Will my doctor start to refuse to do business with certain pharmacists? Will I have to pay him extra to send my prescriptions to a particular place?
Where will it end?
I rode my bike 7 miles out of my way yesterday, came in, slammed $5 on the table and got it over with. They regarded me nervously and but courteously. It does not do any good to scream more about it, but I can vent, and that is what I've just done now. ¶ 12:57 PM 1 comments
Monday, May 12, 2008
Why aren’t you Biking to Work?
It’s Bike to Work Week. The trails didn’t seem any busier than normal, and I wondered why. Here’s a great chance to try out biking to work and yet the roads are still clogged with cars and gas is more expensive than ever. We are going to have great weather this week too!
Let’s try out some excuses.
It’s too cold.
Okay, it’s May, and the temperature this morning was a chilly 39 degrees. But you dress in layers and once you get moving, those layers become warm and you find yourself just fine. Really, the worst part is the first mile. It’s going to warm up today, to 63 degrees, and that will be great biking weather.
It’s too far.
Well, that’s a good one, but I wonder what isn’t too far. 1 mile? 2 miles? What would be an acceptable distance? Figure that out, then find a place to park your car and bike from there. Parking gets better the farther out you go. I park sometimes at a grocery store very near the bike path, and bike downtown. That’s 4 1/2 miles. It takes me about 30 minutes. That’s not that far. If you save 5 miles downtown each way that’s 10 miles a day you didn’t drive your car. 50 miles a week. Your car gets 25 miles to a gallon, you just saved over 7 dollars. And got some good exercise to boot! Or…bus till it’s close enough and ride the rest of the way.
I don’t have any biking gear.
You don’t need to be part of the spandex club to bike. Bike in sweatpants, sweatshirts, pajamas, jeans. Nobody cares that you don’t have a jersey on. Do yourself a favor and DO get a helmet though. Tennis shoes work just as well as expensive bike shoes. A lock is also probably necessary, but also cheap.
My bike needs repair.
Well, you can’t be biking with a broken or dangerous bike. Bikes are a LOT cheaper than cars to fix. And the fine bike mechanics at many of the bike shops around town can usually turn your bike around in one day. Drop it off one day, pick it up the next.
But be honest….what kind of repair does it need? Flat tires? Pump the up yourself at the gas station. Do they hold air? Well, that means they are probably fine. Is your chain rusted? Oil it up! WD-40 to get it moving, and then simple bike spray/grease from any hardware store/bike store. Brakes don’t work, well, that probably requires an expert. Can’t shift? There are plenty of people riding single speed bikes; you don’t need gears to ride. (Of course, it helps. And bike mechanics can fix this sort of thing.)
I have to ____ after work.
Pick up the kids? Leave the car at the day care and bike the rest of the way. Or get a burley for an extra good workout. How about a tagalong bike? Check out craigslist for good bargains relating to this sort of thing.
Go grocery shopping? I have saddlebags on my bike and they hold an obscene amount of stuff. A good backpack can hold a lot and there’s always the option of parking at the grocery store and biking back to your car after the day is done. I have a bike rack with bungee cords too for holding odd shaped stuff like a 12 pack of soda. It usually works.
Go to the gym? Yes, you can bike to go to the gym. Think about how impressed your instructor will be when you come in, all energized and ready to go when the others are nervously sipping their water in anticipation. It’s a great workout! Sometimes I skip the gym entirely. But I do go, and in bad weather have been known to park near the gym and bike to work from there, returning for the class at the end of the day.
I don’t hsve anyone to bike with.
I actually think I enjoy biking more by myself. Especially in the morning. It gives me a chance to collect my thoughts, organize my day, and wake up. I’m not much of a morning person, so this is very nice for me.
You don’t need to have a buddy to bike with, but there are lots of ‘regulars’ on the trails and I get used to seeing them every day. The lady with the collie. The big fluffy happy golden retriever who pulls his owner down the trail. The guy who passes me every day in full biking regalia. The people heading out to Epic on the bike path.
Plus, not having a buddy means not having to adjust your speed for anyone.
I’m out of shape/I’m too slow.
You can’t get IN SHAPE without starting somewhere, and you can get passed as easily on the road driving your car as you can by some guy on a bike. Don’t take it personally. If you get passed, the passer is not thinking to themselves, “Why are they going so slow?” Good bikers are thinking about the next hill, the next obstacle, and watching for the next danger. Not you.
Why aren’t you biking to work again?
Let’s try out some excuses.
It’s too cold.
Okay, it’s May, and the temperature this morning was a chilly 39 degrees. But you dress in layers and once you get moving, those layers become warm and you find yourself just fine. Really, the worst part is the first mile. It’s going to warm up today, to 63 degrees, and that will be great biking weather.
It’s too far.
Well, that’s a good one, but I wonder what isn’t too far. 1 mile? 2 miles? What would be an acceptable distance? Figure that out, then find a place to park your car and bike from there. Parking gets better the farther out you go. I park sometimes at a grocery store very near the bike path, and bike downtown. That’s 4 1/2 miles. It takes me about 30 minutes. That’s not that far. If you save 5 miles downtown each way that’s 10 miles a day you didn’t drive your car. 50 miles a week. Your car gets 25 miles to a gallon, you just saved over 7 dollars. And got some good exercise to boot! Or…bus till it’s close enough and ride the rest of the way.
I don’t have any biking gear.
You don’t need to be part of the spandex club to bike. Bike in sweatpants, sweatshirts, pajamas, jeans. Nobody cares that you don’t have a jersey on. Do yourself a favor and DO get a helmet though. Tennis shoes work just as well as expensive bike shoes. A lock is also probably necessary, but also cheap.
My bike needs repair.
Well, you can’t be biking with a broken or dangerous bike. Bikes are a LOT cheaper than cars to fix. And the fine bike mechanics at many of the bike shops around town can usually turn your bike around in one day. Drop it off one day, pick it up the next.
But be honest….what kind of repair does it need? Flat tires? Pump the up yourself at the gas station. Do they hold air? Well, that means they are probably fine. Is your chain rusted? Oil it up! WD-40 to get it moving, and then simple bike spray/grease from any hardware store/bike store. Brakes don’t work, well, that probably requires an expert. Can’t shift? There are plenty of people riding single speed bikes; you don’t need gears to ride. (Of course, it helps. And bike mechanics can fix this sort of thing.)
I have to ____ after work.
Pick up the kids? Leave the car at the day care and bike the rest of the way. Or get a burley for an extra good workout. How about a tagalong bike? Check out craigslist for good bargains relating to this sort of thing.
Go grocery shopping? I have saddlebags on my bike and they hold an obscene amount of stuff. A good backpack can hold a lot and there’s always the option of parking at the grocery store and biking back to your car after the day is done. I have a bike rack with bungee cords too for holding odd shaped stuff like a 12 pack of soda. It usually works.
Go to the gym? Yes, you can bike to go to the gym. Think about how impressed your instructor will be when you come in, all energized and ready to go when the others are nervously sipping their water in anticipation. It’s a great workout! Sometimes I skip the gym entirely. But I do go, and in bad weather have been known to park near the gym and bike to work from there, returning for the class at the end of the day.
I don’t hsve anyone to bike with.
I actually think I enjoy biking more by myself. Especially in the morning. It gives me a chance to collect my thoughts, organize my day, and wake up. I’m not much of a morning person, so this is very nice for me.
You don’t need to have a buddy to bike with, but there are lots of ‘regulars’ on the trails and I get used to seeing them every day. The lady with the collie. The big fluffy happy golden retriever who pulls his owner down the trail. The guy who passes me every day in full biking regalia. The people heading out to Epic on the bike path.
Plus, not having a buddy means not having to adjust your speed for anyone.
I’m out of shape/I’m too slow.
You can’t get IN SHAPE without starting somewhere, and you can get passed as easily on the road driving your car as you can by some guy on a bike. Don’t take it personally. If you get passed, the passer is not thinking to themselves, “Why are they going so slow?” Good bikers are thinking about the next hill, the next obstacle, and watching for the next danger. Not you.
Why aren’t you biking to work again?
Labels: biking
¶ 9:27 AM 1 comments
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Arkham Horror
Based on the H.P. Lovecraft mythos, the game Arkham Horror is one of the favorite games of Keith. You have to work cooperatively to try to save the world. It's a game that you can win, by defeating the evil, only about 75% of the time. Last night we lost. But it was about 4 1/2 hours of fun trying.
I think my biggest complaint about it is the complexity of the game; new players have a hard time knowing what to do...or what to play, or how to proceed. That was J's complaint, but I think he learned quickly how to best figure out those things.
Based on the H.P. Lovecraft mythos, the game Arkham Horror is one of the favorite games of Keith. You have to work cooperatively to try to save the world. It's a game that you can win, by defeating the evil, only about 75% of the time. Last night we lost. But it was about 4 1/2 hours of fun trying.
I think my biggest complaint about it is the complexity of the game; new players have a hard time knowing what to do...or what to play, or how to proceed. That was J's complaint, but I think he learned quickly how to best figure out those things.
Labels: game
¶ 11:36 AM 0 comments
Chicken Pot Pie
I love chicken pot pie. As a kid, I loved the little pies you'd buy in tins and that you'd have to bake for an eternity...40 minutes! The pie crust would get golden brown, the filling, thick and salty...oh...it was really really excellent.
Of course, in later years, the allure changed. In college, I bought a couple because they were cheap and was kind of grossed out. They were pretty bad, the crust gummy, the gravy not really very good.
I tried making my own. I didn't have the right recipe. I tried experimenting, and came up with a lot of watery duds.
But after years, I learned the secret of roux, and can whip up a white sauce like no bodies business. And I think I've done it.
Perfect Chicken Pot Pie.
2 ready-made pie crusts
1 tbls. olive oil
1 onion, diced
3 garlic cloves, smashed and diced
1-2 bags of frozen veggies, your pick. I used frozen peas with pearl onions and frozen corn.
2 carrots diced
2 tbsp. butter
2 tbsp. flour
1 cup buttermilk. (because I had it.)
1 can cream of mushroom soup
Leftover chicken from rotisserie chicken, diced (we had about about a 1/2 of a chicken's worth)
Using a big skillet, heat up the oil, and then put the onion and garlic. Saute until soft. Add carrot, and frozen veggies. Cook until the ice from the frozen veggies melts. Add butter and flour. You are making a roux. That should coat the veggies with a brownish/whiteish goo. Stir that for a couple minutes, just enough to get it nice and smooth and start to brown it. Add the buttermilk and the soup. Stir while the mixture thickens, which means the roux is doing its job. Add the chicken.
I created the interior part the first day, and did the rest the second day, when I got home from work. That is a great option if you want to have something like this ready to go after work.
Prep the pie crusts. I used the refridgerated kind because my skills with pie crust are subpar. Put down the first crust, and prick with a fork so it has plenty of room to bake. You CAN prebake the bottom crust, but I didn't think it was too bad by not prebaking it.
I just put down the first crust, pricked it, threw the chicken/veggie mix inside, and covered it with another crust. Bake until done 400 degrees? (It took a long time...40-50 minutes, but I was using the oven to cook something else at the time.)
Check often and allow to cool a bit before serving.
J loved it. It was pretty good, if I do say so myself.
I love chicken pot pie. As a kid, I loved the little pies you'd buy in tins and that you'd have to bake for an eternity...40 minutes! The pie crust would get golden brown, the filling, thick and salty...oh...it was really really excellent.
Of course, in later years, the allure changed. In college, I bought a couple because they were cheap and was kind of grossed out. They were pretty bad, the crust gummy, the gravy not really very good.
I tried making my own. I didn't have the right recipe. I tried experimenting, and came up with a lot of watery duds.
But after years, I learned the secret of roux, and can whip up a white sauce like no bodies business. And I think I've done it.
Perfect Chicken Pot Pie.
2 ready-made pie crusts
1 tbls. olive oil
1 onion, diced
3 garlic cloves, smashed and diced
1-2 bags of frozen veggies, your pick. I used frozen peas with pearl onions and frozen corn.
2 carrots diced
2 tbsp. butter
2 tbsp. flour
1 cup buttermilk. (because I had it.)
1 can cream of mushroom soup
Leftover chicken from rotisserie chicken, diced (we had about about a 1/2 of a chicken's worth)
Using a big skillet, heat up the oil, and then put the onion and garlic. Saute until soft. Add carrot, and frozen veggies. Cook until the ice from the frozen veggies melts. Add butter and flour. You are making a roux. That should coat the veggies with a brownish/whiteish goo. Stir that for a couple minutes, just enough to get it nice and smooth and start to brown it. Add the buttermilk and the soup. Stir while the mixture thickens, which means the roux is doing its job. Add the chicken.
I created the interior part the first day, and did the rest the second day, when I got home from work. That is a great option if you want to have something like this ready to go after work.
Prep the pie crusts. I used the refridgerated kind because my skills with pie crust are subpar. Put down the first crust, and prick with a fork so it has plenty of room to bake. You CAN prebake the bottom crust, but I didn't think it was too bad by not prebaking it.
I just put down the first crust, pricked it, threw the chicken/veggie mix inside, and covered it with another crust. Bake until done 400 degrees? (It took a long time...40-50 minutes, but I was using the oven to cook something else at the time.)
Check often and allow to cool a bit before serving.
J loved it. It was pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Labels: cooking
¶ 11:10 AM 0 comments
Friday, May 09, 2008
Ever have the school dream?
You know the one; you've not studied for an exam. You haven't gone to class all year. You are terminally behind in your readings. You kept trying to remember to go to class, to bring your notes, to meet with the prof, and you kept forgetting.
Well, I've had that dream.
But last night, I had a new one.
I dreamt that I got my transcript, and there were F's on it. And even though I've never taken Spanish 203, I knew I deserved those F's.
I should point out that in real life, I've never gotten an F. The lowest grade I ever got was for a gym class when I was in 9th grade. D. (Really? You expect me to do gymnastics? That's a bit of a stretch!)
I think I get these dreams when I realize that I'm overloaded. When I suddenly remember being asked to do something, and realize that I've forgotten it.
Or maybe it's the time of year; finals week.
Today I had a very nice student come in with a corrupted file on a USB thumb drive. It was really bad...I couldn't get it to open completely in anything; partially in Open Office, but it was half gone. I felt so bad for her. I tried to help her; checking for auto-recover, checking other places on the hard drive where a copy might have saved...but no dice. I gave her what I could recover and wished her luck.
Yesterday was the same thing for a prof.
Yep, finals week. A bit stressful time around here. Make backups, people!
Well, I've had that dream.
But last night, I had a new one.
I dreamt that I got my transcript, and there were F's on it. And even though I've never taken Spanish 203, I knew I deserved those F's.
I should point out that in real life, I've never gotten an F. The lowest grade I ever got was for a gym class when I was in 9th grade. D. (Really? You expect me to do gymnastics? That's a bit of a stretch!)
I think I get these dreams when I realize that I'm overloaded. When I suddenly remember being asked to do something, and realize that I've forgotten it.
Or maybe it's the time of year; finals week.
Today I had a very nice student come in with a corrupted file on a USB thumb drive. It was really bad...I couldn't get it to open completely in anything; partially in Open Office, but it was half gone. I felt so bad for her. I tried to help her; checking for auto-recover, checking other places on the hard drive where a copy might have saved...but no dice. I gave her what I could recover and wished her luck.
Yesterday was the same thing for a prof.
Yep, finals week. A bit stressful time around here. Make backups, people!
Labels: school
¶ 11:18 AM 0 comments
