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Monday, February 21, 2005
  Mind in a bottle.

It is quite stupid to think that you can write songs about other people. That never works, and the examples are endless. The only thing you can do is write about your relationship to other people. The feelings, the impressions, the noise you receive from another person. Only that is true, only that is honest. Everything else is card tricks.  13:18


Sunday, February 20, 2005
  Abstinence terminated.

After one week of unwanted retreat from the web, I'm finally back submitting stuff. What happened...

Last Sunday, during my weekly V:TM session, my comp decided to crash. It was one of those events that are not supposed to take place unless you roll the 1 on the 100.000-sided die. All it took was a click on my winamp, and the entire machinery collapsed. We'll never know why.

On the first reboot a black DOS screen said that my system file was broke and needed manual fixing. No panic yet. I had that problem before, and if you've seen it once, it's not that scary anymore. But this time was different.

For it was not only my system file that had crosses for eyes but my harddisk partition as well. And that was bad. Windows went completely Bush, saying that it couldn't even read that harddisk, it was not formatted. Would I like to format it now? No!

I am still young and make mistakes. One was that I saved all my personal and my business data on the Windows partition. (Yeah, don't say it.) With that partition blown up, there was no way for me to retrieve my data. Or was there?

A friend of mine, IT specialist extraordinair, brought an interesting program to my attention. It is called: Knoppix. Now, many of you might know it or have heard of it, I for my part hadn't.

That Knoppix is a fascinating thing. A complete Linux-based system with more than 400 programs that can boot from CD. Incredible. And: free. To be precise, it is free for donwload on all important university servers, and some others. Huh. Sometimes I wonder what else I don't know.

Anyway, it took ages to download all 720MB but it was well worth it. The system booted and it could read the "unformatted" harddisk all right.

Let me rephrase this: a tiny, CD-booted, free system could easily read something that big-Daddy-Windows XP (the eXPerience!) with all its man-and-money-power considered a lost cause. What am I supposed to think now?

It didn't take long to copy the vital data on a new drive, my old Windows version and the programs were of course lost. They would never boot from that drive again. But to hell with it. I got my files back and am happy enough with that much. Ehm. And they lived happily ever after.

The End.  17:35