Last night everything broke
Well, not exactly last night. But they’ve been breaking at a record-breaking pace lately.
Cars: The Subaru you know about. The Bonneville you don’t. For the past three years, Nick has been driving our old ‘95 Bonneville, a car we bought 11 years ago because it was the ideal Midwestern car: huge horsepower for the long highway trips, and (despite its size) 35 mpg to boot. But last autumn there came a killing frost, and the Bonneville we called “Wildfire” busted down its stall; in a blizzard it was lost. Or misplaced, or something. Just this weekend we sold it to a mechanic for chump change. So while Nick was home from college for the
Christmas holiday midwinter break, in other words, for the first two weeks in January we went from being a three-car house to a one-car house. And, of course, in that one car we had to go shopping for cars while dropping off cars for repairs.
Computers: My old Gateway laptop, first powered up way back in August of two thousand and oh-four. This would be the laptop on which I wrote What’s Liberal About the Liberal Arts?—and on which I lost two chapters of that book one night, got them back again, and then rewrote them from scratch anyway. In the latter half of 2005, as I finished that book and Rhetorical Occasions, the little bugger found itself increasingly unable to locate its own operating system, which meant that most attempts to turn it on would be met with a dismaying (and altogether ineffective) whirring-and-clicking. Why didn’t I just leave it on 24/7, you ask? Well, most of the time, I did, but occasionally I would wake up in the morning to find that Jamie, an earlier riser than I, had been playing Harry Potter on it. And Jamie, good kid that he is, always turns off computers and TVs when he’s done with them.
But by December, even that didn’t matter, because the laptop had developed the habit of turning itself off whenever it felt like it. Finally, its Y key disappeared. And that was the final indignit.
I now have a sleek, frictionless Dell, and my troubles are a thing of the past. [Oho! It turns out I spoke too soon. Check the update, below.] But transferring all my files, including twenty years of teaching records, letters of rec, reader’s reports, stray essays, and those two just-completed books, took the better part of a week. And importing all my old bookmarks and passwords . . . well, that’ll be going on for a while yet.
Meanwhile, Janet’s computer decided to do a funny thing the other day: it refused to open programs, and the screen did a kind of slow fade, on and off. She took it to our department’s tech guy. That visit apparently scared the computer straight, because (of course) he found nothing wrong with it, and it’s behaved ever since.
The Furnace: Sometimes it responds, sometimes it overreacts, sometimes it’s sullen and withdrawn, and sometimes it can’t be found at all. Please don’t let it know that I’m talking about it this way. I just don’t know how it’ll react.
Telecommunications devices: This one, I admit, is self-inflicted. For four years we’ve been DirecTV customers, because (a) one of us wants HBO together with the NHL Centre Ice package, (b) one of us couldn’t care less about network television, and (c) one of us doesn’t trust the local cable company, which is owned by the famous Rigas family and which was notable, when we first moved here, for its inexplicable (but frequent!) service interruptions. Finally, however, another of us (namely, Janet) convinced one of us (that would be me) that the satellite-TV industry term “local channels” is, in fact, an ideologically-loaded keyword for “global telecommunications networks” (and thus not “local” at all) and that we really should be able to watch The Simpsons, 24, Gray’s Anatomy or the Super Bowl if we want to. (I have never seen 24 or Gray’s Anatomy, but we are watching the first season of Desperate Housewives on DVD, and you know, it’s really quite good.) Anyway, Janet insisted we switch to Dish, and I agreed that after doing things my way for four years it was time for a change, so:
-- we decoupled ourselves from one geosynchronous satellite uplink and hooked ourselves up to another;
-- one of us (yes, me) stayed home all day last week to meet the installation guy and find out how everything works; and consequently, as the night follows the day,
-- one of us (yes, the same guy) has to be called upstairs and downstairs, from appliance to appliance, every time someone wants to turn on a television or change a channel, because only one of us knows how the new system works.
My Bedroom Dresser: This one makes no sense, and I have to conclude that it’s striking in sympathy with the cars and computers and the furnace and the telecommunications devices. But every time I open the damn thing, a drawer jumps its track and crashes with the drawer below. Not a severe structural or transportation problem, I know. Just aggravating.
My Frail and Aging Body: Why haven’t I updated you all on my 2005-06 Nittany Hockey League season? Because I got to the rink so seldom last fall that many of my teammates were convinced they should start putting up “MISSING” flyers with my picture on them, that’s why. Not that it really mattered whether I showed up: playing in only six games of the 20 scheduled for my A team, I had logged a career-low zero goals and two assists for the year. (This after three 20-goal seasons in four years.) Now, I’ve had scoring slumps with two points over six games before, but never had I produced so little offense in so few games over the first half of the year (previous low: 5 g, 2 a in fall 2003). Then, to add injury to insult, I partially tore my right calf in a B game in early December and was out for the month. The calf knitted itself back together after three or four weeks and I rejoined my A team on January 14, appearing out of nowhere to score my first hat trick in two years and to pick up two assists as well. But then in last Saturday’s game I had not one but two mid-ice collisions during one shift against our despised (but respected!) rivals, the Geohabs, followed by a crafty takedown by their best player in front of our own net. When I got back to the bench I realized I couldn’t raise my left arm above my shoulder or extend it straight out in front of me. I finished the game (I had decent range of motion so long as my arm stayed below shoulder height, and was only in moderate pain), but spent the rest of the day nursing the thing. I didn’t play Sunday’s game, and am questionable for next week. It’s getting measurably better each day, but it’s just stunning how many mundane physical tasks have become things I need to think about. Getting in and out of cars is difficult (steering is worse), and putting on shirts is dicey (turtlenecks and t-shirts especially). Typing is unaffected, however, as is page-turning and course-preparing. But I can’t sleep on my left side. I’m reminded of an injury I sustained five years ago, when I blocked a particularly brisk slapshot from the point and broke two fingertips on my left hand. They healed quickly—I played in the playoffs three weeks later, wearing long metal finger-guards under my gloves (Jamie called them my “robot fingers”), and got the assists on (a) the winning goal in the prelim game, scored with :03 left to break a 5-5 tie, and (b) the double-OT winning goal in the championship game. But for the next two months I couldn’t button my right shirt sleeve.
Oh, and did I mention that I have a nasty cold with the whole headache and sneezing and hacking cough drill? I fall asleep every few hours, cough myself awake, fall asleep again. Janet got it last night too. Last night at dinner with Jamie we talked about viruses, which happen to be among the things he’s studying in his seventh-grade science class.
More about Jamie when I have adequate powers of concentration. Until then, wish us luck.
UPDATE, 2 pm: Yes, there’s more. Before composing this extended kvetch, I wrote to the English department to explain why I couldn’t make it to lunch with one of our job candidates. On the one hand, I said, it is bad form for a search committee chair not to greet the candidate at a meal, and yet, on the other hand, it is even badder form to hack and sneeze all over the candidate’s food. I cc’d all my fellow lunchers, as well.
So I just got a call from the department, letting me know that the candidate was curious as to why I wasn’t at lunch. “Quoi?” I said, as I struggled to consciousness from my sickbed, “I sent you an email at 9. . . .” No, that email never arrived, and I’ve just discovered why: my new computer has a bizarre anti-virus system that shuts down email if I get or send a number of similar emails in a row. Isn’t that special? So all my various cancellation messages for the day are actually in limbo, even though—get this—Eudora itself tells me that they’ve been sent. Does anyone else have this infernal “McAfee Security Center” thing built into their dang computer? Or is it part of this new David Horowitz Liberal Academic Virobot Annoyance program I’ve been hearing so much about?
Hmmm… your mid-ice crash was almost three years to the day that I fell; down (while jogging… in the dark… over a deserted draw bridge...) dislocating my own right shoulder.
Shoulders are a tricky thing-- you probably want to get it looked at, if you haven’t already. Lots of ways to both loosen and strengthen it, and they have amusing therapeutic devices like running an electric current through it while wrapped in a warm, yet moist super-size ace bandage… of course, if it’s getting better on its own then… never mind…
My guess is that it’s been cold in Central Pa. of late (its been quite balmy here, by contrast...) These are the sorts of things that happen when it’s clear and cold for a few days-- apparently, perfect gremlin weather (as in the troublesome creature, rather than the car by that name… there was no perfect weather for that car, other than “perfect weather”.)Posted by the talking dog on 01/24 at 12:11 PM
Way to sneak in a Michael Murphy “Wildfire” reference! I read “came a killing frost,” and was instantly overcome by nostalgia for that not very good song.
The who visual entertainment thing is getting out of hand. TiVo, digital cable, DVD player and VCR, and everyone wants each of them to talk to all of the others? Can’t be done, I say.Posted by on 01/24 at 12:58 PM
Heh, Wildfire. . . . Brings back the memories. And rest assured that I won’t let your furnace know anything about this post: we replaced our WW2 vintage furnace a few years ago with a sleek, zippy model and rest much easier, ourselves.
As for the injuries, how do you cope, as a writer, with finger and arm injuries? I really tore apart my left hand last fall with nerve injuries and a serious sprain (or something—was too busy to take myself to the doctor) and it slowed me down for months. I’m almost tempted to look into that speaking-to-typing software and might well do so if it weren’t for the high ambient noise level of a house with two preteens. . . .Posted by Ancarett on 01/24 at 12:59 PM
Clearly, as He did with Ariel Sharon, the Lord is punishing you for your attempts to divide His land (that is to say, His other land, the U.S.of A.). By fomenting strife and division in the electorate, seeking to confuse those who would vote for God’s Own Party, you have provoked His divine wrath.
That’s the way I see it, anyway. It’s all in the book of Joel somewhere.Posted by on 01/24 at 12:59 PM
Michael have you been anywhere near Canada lately? Because it broke yesterday too.Posted by on 01/24 at 01:19 PM
Hey, look on the bright side, Michael. At least you don’t have to have your classes moved just because some TAs want their rights recognized. Some people have it really rough!Posted by on 01/24 at 01:33 PM
I hate to tell you this Michael, but it looks like David Horowitz’s investment into nanotechnology research is starting to pay off, because it appears that you are a beta tester for his Liberal Academic Virobot Annoyance program.Posted by corndog on 01/24 at 01:41 PM
Speaking of Horowitz (and going off topic, I’m afraid), I just found out that we in the great state of Oklahoma are about to have our own Academic Bill of Rights battle.
If any veterans of the apparently fairly successful Pennsylvania fight want to e-mail me with suggestions about how to respond to this threat, I’d be much obliged.Posted by on 01/24 at 01:45 PM
With respect corndog, I think we’re looking at something pre-modern here. I’m with Alek, we need to look to scripture to explain this complete crash of body, technology, furniture, and Canada. Until your luck changes, please start rooting for the Flyers. For the love of the gods, you need to sacrifice something. From the sound of things it has to be big and succulent. Get yourself an oar and walk inland far enough that the inhabitants won’t recognize it. Plant it into the ground. When you re-gain the gods’ favor, see what you can do about Alito.Posted by on 01/24 at 02:05 PM
My husband builds home theaters/wired homes. We are convinced that the early harbringer of dementia for the baby boom generation will be no longer being able to run their entertainment systems. He is at the point of trying to figure out a tactful way of determining how complex a remote control set-up someone can handle.Posted by on 01/24 at 02:18 PM
Yeah, that’s all very interesting and all, but, but, but ... you don’t watch “24?” In the name of all that’s good and holy, why NOT?? The show is so wonderfully, gloriously, fantastically absurd. Not to mention more addicting than crack. Plus, it’s educational and informative, as it’s basically a primer on “What Right-Wing Nutjobs Really Believe.” For example:
Torture is effective and justified.
Dark-skinned bad guys are everywhere, cooking up overly elaborate schemes to kill us all.
Spying on your neighbors and co-workers is absolutely necessary as half of them are enemy moles.
The list goes on and go. I love this show the way I love taffy (and I’m a man who enjoys his taffy).
Jack Bauer for President in ‘08!!!Posted by on 01/24 at 02:24 PM
Oooh. Hockey-based shoulder injuries. Finally, something on this blog I feel qualified to comment on. Seriously Michael, (to echo what the talking dog said above) shoulder injuries can get out of hand pretty easily. I’d have someone reasonably competent look at it. I mean, if you want to feel frail and aging, try spending a couple weeks where you’re only allowed to lift your arm with a pulley system.Posted by on 01/24 at 02:45 PM
Marita and talking dog are both giving you advise that is essential and necessary. My only additional comment would be that you make the effort to connect with one of PSU’s great athletic trainers (and/or SPT students) and get a lesson in dislocating shoulder maintenance. I was fortunate enough to know as a friend one of our US Olympic trainers/therapists who years ago put me through the lesson. It is a relatively simple self-check, followed by various ways to self-relocate the joint, followed by fundamental and necessary physical therapy that becomes, or needs to become 15 to 20 minutes perday of self discipline. I also learned knee and lower back processes that have added years to my ability to function physically in the world.
As for Mary’s recommendation: start getting stoned now, so that when you are an advanced, yet still athletically virile, senior you will know how to activate all the tech because you practiced for it now.Posted by on 01/24 at 03:09 PM
i know you are a blues fan (they are broke), but i didn’t know you were a pens fan too.
i misremember your various injuries, but it sounds like you are starting to get banged up. whatever you do, get checked out because you don’t want to retire with a shoulder injury like ziggy palffy.Posted by on 01/24 at 03:32 PM
Michael, in anticipatory sympathy with your tsuris, I shut two fingers in the pickup truck driver’s side door Friday night. I am Spartacus!Posted by Chris Clarke on 01/24 at 03:50 PM
You should contemplate switching to Gmail. Using Eudora is like sticking tinfoil gum wrappers into an electrical socket and being astonished when you get shocked.Posted by Sean on 01/24 at 04:30 PM
Since you are offering yourself up for all the mishaps and broken things, can I send you the appointment for the root canal surgery I was told this morning that I needed? And the computer battery that refuses to recharge? And the important but in-pieces presentation I have to give the day after tomorrow? I have lots of penicillin and Motrin I can send along with all of this—as well as a location closer to Canada, a location with (until the broken weather of this winter) reliable ice and way more hockey-happy people (and hence hockey-sensitive doctors) than there, even. You could fix everything all at once.
That would be lovely.
My tooth, especially, would be ever thankful.Posted by on 01/24 at 05:25 PM
So all my various cancellation messages for the day are actually in limbo, even though—get this—Eudora itself tells me that they’ve been sent.
Gmail is one option, like Sean said. Another good bet is switching to Mozilla Thunderbird. I never had my e-mails interrupted by McAfee, but I had a similar gripe with Eudora. It would tell me I’d sent an e-mail, but didn’t quite manage to notice that, you know, the server had crashed and the e-mail wouldn’t go anywhere until they fixed it. Thunderbird actually logs into the server to confirm that sort of thing. It’s also free.Posted by on 01/24 at 05:41 PM
Damn, Michael. I had nearly the exact problem last week. Mine: car, computer, body, watch.Posted by helmut on 01/24 at 05:41 PM
As a self-employed person who needs to use computers all the time but would rather spend as little time fiddling with them as possible, I’ve evolved a few ground rules that may be helpful:
1. Plan on replacing any desktop or laptop in three years, or earlier if the drive starts making any unusual sound. Always buy two generations below the cutting edge, so that they will be relatively cheap.
2. When you get a new computer, spend some time figuring out what software is loaded on it. Delete or unload most of the stuff that they’ve set you up to run automatically, or at least anything that you don’t understand what it does and does not appear to be part of the operating system. This is more work than I’d like but is necessary unless you want your computer to bog down all the time. Resist the urge to load new programs on it unless you really need them. Then get one or two security programs (i.e. a firewall, and maybe a virus/spyware checker) and try to avoid overlapping ones.
3. Use the autoupdate programs that exist for the Red Hat Linux or Windows operating systems(I’m not sure about Mac).
4. Figure out some way of backing up your data regularly. Not your operating system—it’s bloated, pieces of it are all over, and if it goes, you’re probably better off doing a reinstall from original disks. But try to keep everything you write, listen to, save as pictures, etc. within a single directory tree and backup that tree.
5. It’s easier to delete spam Email manually than to figure out how to defeat your spam screener when it stops you from sending or receiving important Email. Your ISP will generally screen your mail to some extent; beware adding to that.
Hope that helps.Posted by on 01/24 at 05:46 PM
Ain’t technology (and aging) great?Posted by on 01/24 at 05:57 PM
"My Bedroom Dresser: This one makes no sense, and I have to conclude that it’s striking in sympathy with the cars and computers and the furnace and the telecommunications devices… Just aggravating.”
Ww! Dj V. s yr drssr nmd Yl? Jst tll th crs nd cmptrs tht y’ll ct ff thr fndng nd thy wll g bck t wrk. Thn th drssr wll g bck t Nw Hvn.
(Translation: Wow! Deja vu. Is your dresser named Yale? Just tell the cars and computer that you’ll cut off their funding and they will go back to work. Then the dresser will go back to New Haven).Posted by on 01/24 at 07:02 PM
As mentioned above: Eudora’s not a great bet. Thunderbird’s my fave.
But even more relevant in this instance is the shambles of a virus/spam/email-blocking disaster that McAfee sells as Internet Security. Get rid of it, and get rid of it fast. Then get TrendMicro, or something similarly uninvasive but effective.
That’s my two cents. Which would normally have cost you $80. Happy?Posted by on 01/24 at 07:11 PM
Is your furnace gas-powered forced-air with pilotless ignition? ‘Cause I recently replaced a furnace ignition unit after about three years of seemingly paranormal furnace behavior.
It seems that ignition units take quite a while to fail completely. Also, the fan has some kind of weak feedback system with the ignition, so if the ignition fails, or appears to fail, the fan then fails, or doesn’t, depending on the exact timing of the ignition failure. The goal is that the fan won’t run at all if the furnace doesn’t ignite, but the reality is that for several winters your furnace is simply erratic—heat but no fan, fan but no heat, no fan or heat when it’s cold, fan and heat when you don’t need it, etc.
And it’s not nearly as expensive a repair as I was afraid it would be.Posted by HP on 01/24 at 07:20 PM
All those disasters lead you to write an extremely and artfully amusing post. But of course I can’t wish any more trevails upon you so that you will make me laugh some more, because that would be very wrong.Posted by Ann Bartow on 01/24 at 08:01 PM
You all pick up on Michael Murphy but not X?Posted by on 01/24 at 08:10 PM
I think everyone’s all X’d out from the Friday discussion, oudemia.
For the record, I do not name my bedroom furniture. I have named my pet cat, my pet fish, and my pet halibut, but naming a dresser would be silly. And because the dresser is covered by the Taft-Hartley Act, its sympathy strike is actually illegal. Just fyi.
I have indeed gotten the sense that the McAfee Security Center is a joke. Thanks for the two cents, Rob.
And for the reminder of God’s righteous wrath, Alek.
jasong, I didn’t watch 24 because I had no networks. Also, I figured everyone else was doing a fine job of watching it without me. See also American Idol, Survivor, Fear Factor, the Bachelor, the Other Bachelor, and all eighteen CSI/ Law and Order/ Cold Case franchises.
Marita, you know I have trouble taking advice from goaltenders ("shoot high glove side,” they say, “I promise I won’t be ready"), but in this case I’ll make an exception. Those are some truly intergalactic photos, too. The one of Jupiter is my favorite.
John, I’d be OK with retiring like Ziggy if I’d only had a few good years like Ziggy. As it is, I think I’ll gradually shuffle off into the B league after a few more years. . . . And yes, two of my favorite American cities have the two very worst teams in the NHL. But there seems to be some kind of hub-bub lately about the Pittsburgh football team, so no one’s noticing the poor Pens.
Thanks for all the alternate e-mail suggestions! I know of gmail but didn’t know that our friends at Mozilla had this “Thunderbird” device. And Rich, thanks for the five-point pointer; I actually do most of those things, ordinarily, but I’ve been so short of time lately that I haven’t even managed to append my “signature” to my Eudora email, let alone dump McAfee and reload my old spyware from the Gateway laptop.
miscellaneous, I’ll pass on the root canal, thanks; 2002 was my year for thinking about teeth (wisdom extraction). But I hope your presentation goes well. And Chris, thanks as always for standing shoulder to shoulder in finger-crushing solidarity. . . .Posted by on 01/24 at 09:08 PM
sometimes i hurt myself reading. tonight was one of them.Posted by Eric on 01/24 at 09:14 PM
Ok, I have had Eudora for years, and MacAfee for nearly as long. It’s an annoying but well-meaning little feature that pops up to say “the last few mails have had the same subject. Stop or Continue?” As long as you’re around, it’s not a big hardship to click “Continue.” I can only conclude that you walked away from the machine after hitting the Send button. This, as you’ve discovered, is a mistake. I suspect after some period of time the popup concludes “Not to be sent,” and it disappears from your screen.Posted by Linkmeister on 01/24 at 09:58 PM
My friend Bee writes in her book about danger that she used to get nosebleeds from reading too much.
Them’s tough breaks MB; could be worse. Hopefully not for you, though.Posted by on 01/24 at 10:29 PM
Actually, Linkmeister, I hit “continue.” And I’ve since learned that the emails I thought I sent between 8 and 9 this morning are now in the ether somewhere. So clearly, something around here isn’t working right—myself included, of course.Posted by Michael on 01/24 at 11:14 PM
In case you don’t switch e-mail programs and virus programs (I personally like Eudora), here’s how to disable McAfee from being suspicious of outgoing messages that seem (to it) to be worm-generated:
1) Open the Dell Security Center (if yours is like mine, there’s an icon pre-configured and loaded in the desktop “tray” in the lower right—otherwise, find it in your programs menu).
2)Click on the virus scan tab.
3)Click on Configure Virus Scan options.
4)Click the Advanced button and then the E-mail tab.
5)Then do whatever you want with all the options there (you can disable all checks of out-going attachments, disable the Worm Stopper, modify what the Worm Stopper gets worried about, etc.).
Hope that’s helpful.Posted by Dr. Virago on 01/24 at 11:41 PM
Don’t want to be impertinent here, but is anyone else singing We’re Desperate by X on account of that title?Posted by Tex on 01/24 at 11:44 PM
Oh. And now I read down two posts further. It’s kiss or kill.Posted by Tex on 01/24 at 11:49 PM
You know, whenever I hear about Michael’s sufferings, I think about Mary Jo Kopeckne.Posted by on 01/25 at 12:15 AM
I call this “being in widening gyre mode” myself.
Or I would, if I weren’t a card-carrying liberal and thus forbidden to ever read or enjoy much less reference Western Culture™.
As it is, since I’m not long enough of a liberal to have mastered Sanscrit (my multiculturalist credentials are inadequate) to remember what the Sutras call the state of “things falling apart, center failing to hold” I tend to fall back on my default upbringing and say “Situation normal” which means the same thing on both micro and macro levels, from your screen door to climate destabilization to cosmic entropy…Posted by bellatrys on 01/25 at 12:05 PM
jasong, did you see that Pat Buchanan joined with Jonah Goldberg in holding up “24” as a model of foreign and domestic policy?
You just *know* he’s still saying, “Goddammit, why couldn’t that SOB Nixon take my advice and just burn the $#@%^$ tapes and tell the Special Council to...”Posted by bellatrys on 01/25 at 12:13 PM
A guy I really trust for tips, and I recommend all the programs on this page, and use them AVG, Zone Alarm, Spybot, and AdawareSE [they all have free versions, and some have paid versions,too]
Mcafee and Norton aren’t any good, in my opinion.
And Leo himself recommends NOD32, as do many of my fellow computer geeks.Posted by MissM on 01/25 at 06:00 PM
Just here to agree with Rob. Drop McAfee ASAP & get something else. Norton’s been OK by me. Dell! Dayum!Posted by on 01/25 at 08:13 PM
Oh, and *never,* never, NEVER use two antivirus programs at once. Either McAfee or Norton, or another one (I’m not sure at this point which is least annoying/counterproductive so won’t recommend), but you do *not* get double the protection by multiplying AV software, you get gridlock and internal departmental politics…Posted by bellatrys on 01/25 at 08:22 PM
Had two (count ‘em, TWO) rotator cuff failures in two years (try washing your armpits with THAT problem). They start off slowly and gradually degenerate. Best check it early lest surgury results.
Since I have lived in FL for most of my short-lived life, I have but one question: Furnace? What’s a furnace?Posted by on 01/26 at 07:32 PM
This was kinda insane on what happened to you. I hope everything will go well, especially on you car. i might suggest that you get some parts from Car Parts Los Angeles in order to fix everything in your car.Posted by on 09/13 at 11:02 PM
The weren’t satisfied with that and then proclaimed they were African-American (althouh many would be hard pressed to find Africa on a globe).Posted by Myscarf on 02/26 at 05:20 AM
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