It’s 2:46 and I need a nap that lasts until tomorrow morning when it’s a new day.
Saturday. The day I don’t have to deal with a damn computer.
Because there’s nothing worse than a complete computer crash, except for when your backup also crashes.
And you’re pregnant.
And decide to deal with the Geek Squad at the Best Buy three hours away.
It’s been a perfect storm that’s been going on for months, a nightmare of hold music and head shakes and “let me ask in the back” and talking to ten different “geeks” who tell me ten different things and wondering if I’ll ever see the last five years of work and photographs ever again.
It’s been a misery saved only in part by my band mate being a technical genius who was able to get all my data off of my computer so I could just tell the geeks to give me a new hard drive already.
And when he gets back from his Vegas vacation, I’m going to see what he can do with external drives….
Everyone needs a techie in their lives. I just wish I was one.
But I’m not.
All I know is that my computers are like my right arm. I’m self employed. Time is money and I have no “system administrator” or “tech department” or “web manager” I can call when shit hits the fan.
I am all of those things. And shit hit the fan hard.
And I am not qualified to scrape it off…
Anyway, this digital nightmare I’ve been living in kept me up the other night after my thirteenth pee break and sent me into a panic.
I haven’t put any of the photos I’ve taken in the last ten years in an actual photo album!
Aside from our wedding, that’s it, there’s hardly an actual photograph in this house since we said “I do” that a person could hold in their hands.
And I’ve been called a frickin’ photographer!
What happens when the world’s hard drive explodes and all of the memories I’ve stored on social media or on internal and external hard drives, on email servers and photo sharing servers on the world wide web all disintegrate in a poof of digital dust?
No more photos! No more memories!
I’ve failed as a mother before I’ve even given birth!!
So at 3 or 4 in the morning I made a promise to go old school again. Once I get my digital life somewhat squared away, I am sending our memories off to be printed. I’m putting them in books so our kid and his kids and that kids kids can page through embarrassing photos of me with terrible hair and questionable wardrobe choices.
It’s our God given right as family members to provide ammunition in the form of embarrassing photos that trigger memories and stories we can share in a pile of pictures and books on the coffee table.
In this digital world we’re living in we’re unconsciously robbing ourselves, and it’s ironic really, given how easy it is these days to take and view a damn photo…
But maybe that’s the problem.
We’re taking these photos for granted because we can take millions, for free, at any given moment of our lives, and we do.
So have we decreased the value so much that our personal photos and memories have become disposable?
I hope not.
Because preserving and documenting our history is important. So important it can’t be left in the hands of the Cloud for gawd sake! I don’t even know how the Cloud works, and every time I ask someone they don’t really know either, even the experts, the “geeks” can’t be clear enough for my comfort on this one, not that I have a lot of faith in them anymore anyway.
So that’s that people. For the last few months I have been suffering a digital meltdown, a disconnect with a device that has worked hard for me for five years, storing photos, videos, writing, stories, work, music, finances, lists, spreadsheets…my entire world on one little hard drive inside a machine that plugs into a power strip that plugs into a wall…and then one day I woke up to find it sick and on the verge of dying a long and agonizing death, one that it will never fully recover from.
It’s been hard on me, that hard drive.
But probably not as hard on all of my friends and family who have had to hear me bitching about it…
So I’ll leave you with this: Back up your back up.
And then back that up…
And start printing those photos before you drop your phone in the toilet again or spill your coffee on your laptop.
Because shit happens and I wouldn’t want you to be left without being able to share those skydiving/Yellowstone/Fishing/Great Aunt’s 80th Birthday photos with your unborn child.
If you need me I’ll be ordering photo albums…and not the digital kind.
Peace, Love and Unplug,