I may have figured out why the floppy drive in my Quadra 700 wasn’t working.
Reinstalled one of my recently re-capped Macintosh IIcx motherboards into its case, fiddled around with a cleaned, lubed, but slightly stubborn floppy drive, booted into System 6, and installed DiskTop using Font/DA Mover.
Living like it’s 1990.
The original Apple QuickTake. Never forget.
The lady whippet of the house.
Connected my (almost) 20 year old Griffin PowerMate to my current desktop setup. I had forgotten how cool this little knob was.
Bourbon is a disinfectant, right?
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
Cleaning the floppy drives from a pair of recently recapped Macintosh IIcx boxen. As one does. #retrocomputing #floopydoop
Testing a 30 year old SCSI hard drive that will eventually wing its way overseas as a transplant for another vintage Mac.
The latest update to my Comment Blacklist for WordPress contains over 39,000 spam-blasting terms and phrases to help keep your comment threads tidy.
This somewhat vintage beast is my Sony VO-9850, a professional U-matic video cassette deck. It will be moving its heavy ass from my workbench to the server rack any day now.
This is the current state of my basement workshop.
Obviously, there is a metric shitload of accumulation mixed with an inordinate amount of partially finished projects piled up in this area. Neither of these “features” helps create an efficient or effective maker space. The plan for the next year is to focus on tidying, organizing, removing, and recycling a significant amount of my “piles” and documenting the progress on Flickr.
The fact that I just completed reading Adam Savage’s book Every Tool’s a Hammer may have something to do with this.
First thought of the new year … what good will I do today?
Generic release notes — otherwise known as “bug fixes and performance improvements” —equate to lazy development and support practices. I trust software companies who follow this path much less than others who take pride in the improvements made to their products. Let your customers know that you actually care about what you’re doing and communicate the details. It’s not that difficult.
Glowforge’ing Christmas accoutrements.
TIL: CDr frost rot is a thing.
Now, that’s a keyboard.
Four months after my initial “event”, both the neurologist and the MRI results gave us the answer. It wasn’t a seizure, it wasn’t related to temporal lobe epilepsy, and it definitely wasn’t as serious as it could have been.
Technically, I did faint after all.
I’m prone to syncope, a loss of consciousness caused by a drop in blood pressure, likely due to my abnormally slow resting heart rate.
It explains my previous fainting episodes and it gives me something a bit more tangible to grasp when I start feeling the nausea and other sensations washing over me again.
What a relief.
I’ve fainted before.
A handful of times, dating back to when I was still in my teens. The last time I fainted was about a year ago and I brushed it off as the effects from a flu bug. Prior to that, it was shortly after my mom had her stroke sixteen years ago. At the time, I blamed it on stress and low blood sugar and lack of sleep and everything else that twists your normal routine into a knot after an emotionally jarring event.
After what happened last week, I’m fairly sure that those events I experienced in the past weren’t fainting episodes. They were seizures.
Saturday, my wife and I were in the kitchen preparing dinner. We were chatting across the kitchen counter and I was fetching the spiralizer attachment for the stand mixer from its box. I remember experiencing a slight wave of nausea, like when you stand up too fast and suddenly realize that you shouldn’t have had that last tipple of scotch or refilled your glass of wine after a meal. You squeeze your eyes closed and think to yourself, “Oh, that’s not good …” and then the room tilts.
I should’ve sat down, but wasn’t able to make the connection between cause and imminent effect. I blacked out, collapsed, and woke up on the floor trying to process the sounds around me while pushing through the neurological fog that had dropped like a wet blanket on my head.
It happened again while we were waiting in an emergency intake room at the hospital. That same wave of nausea (and an distinct itching sensation in my nose, oddly enough) as I was standing beside the examination bed. I told my wife “I’m feeling it again.” She had me lie down, which I did and immediately blacked out. Apparently, my eyes rolled back and my face went white.
I’m sorry she had to witness that. It must have been scary as shit.
Fortunately, the emergency room doctor also saw what happened and pretty much confirmed that it was a seizure caused by temporal lobe epilepsy (TLE). My initial bloodwork and CT scan came back clear, so this is a manageable condition. I’m currently on meds to mitigate the brain “storms”, an MRI will be scheduled, and I can’t drive for six months.
So, I didn’t faint before. Actually, I think I had a seizure.
As per most evenings, my wife has gone to bed a couple of hours ago. I’m still up, but have pre-ground the coffee for tomorrow morning and tidied up the bits and bobs of kitchen detritus. My brain is still wide awake, thinking about the efficient placement of electrical conduit, uninterruptible power supplies, and red wine blends.
As one does, I suppose.
I never managed to meet Dean Allen in person. We shared one of those sporadic internet acquaintenceships that sometime grow into something else, but usually don’t. His recent passing caught me by surprise, but it also made me realize … that sporadic internet acquaintenceship helped shape that way I look at things, often channelling his unique style of observational whimsy. I promise to continue doing that. It’s the least I can do.
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