Tuesday morning I woke up to a fully synced ipod and 14 new emails. It was like Christmas morning.
(I realize this has nothing to do with China, so those of you aren't fans of the minute details of my life can skip this paragraph.) Given that I have, in the past couple of weeks, downloaded a new version of itunes, accidentally deleted all my music, sent my computer into the past (multiple times) in efforts to recover it, and used a probably illegal software to reload my music from my ipod, I was rather surprised at the cause of my syncing difficulty: the USB port into which my ipod was plugged. I discovered by searching for the error message online that some guy was getting it because the USB ports that weren't directly connected to his hard drive (I think?) couldn't handle the transfer. As it were, I was using the ports on the side of my computer, which had been less convenient in the past, when I had books everywhere. (Also, it's rare for me to be dealing with 18 GB of anything.) So we see once again a theme that I mentioned earlier - a problem being simpler than originally thought.
Hustled a bit for the bus, which I don't feel self-conscious doing here because everyone is in constant hustle. (Also, I am being looked at pretty much all the time here anyway...must be because I'm so gorgeous. Or the only non-Chinese in the area where I live and one of very few near the office. Take your pick.) Anyway, the bus stopped for me, AND I got a seat within one stop.
My day at work was low-key and pleasant. I'm creating a media database (maybe I mentioned already?) which means lots of internet searching and copying and pasting. Put Tina Falle (who is working in DC at the International Center for Research on Women) in touch with Simon since she had written asking for some contacts at Chi Heng. (Family - she sends her best and says she'll be writing a mass update email soon.) Got box lunches, so it was 9 straight hours at my desk. Maybe I should be a tour guide. Or a zookeeper. Or something else that involves occasional movement aside from typing.
Took the second most crowded bus of my life home. (Mary remembers the first...it was downtown Chicago to Hyde Park. And much more entertaining.) Damin made/heated up (not sure, I wasn't there) some dinner, and I've been doing my chilling routine since then. Did a little casual research on shipping items, nearby cities and hostelworld.com...I'll have it all figured out in time. :) Also started watching the (20 minute!) online demo of the iphone.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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What does the iPhone DO?
Congrats on finding a solution to your syncing feeling. I would never have guessed that some built-in ports are better than others. Clever of you to find the answer.
You sound so much more relaxed and settled in, and it hasn't really been that long since you arrived and everything was new and different. I'm sure there are times of stress, but still: way to go.
iPhone looks totally awesome but wayyyy too complicated for me.
I love waking up to lots of emails too! Oh wait, I did, this morning! Aaaand they were mostly from you. LOVE IT.
Please give me some of your iTunes/iPod luck. More later, as per usual!
Your ipod situation is beyond my comprehension. Hustling for the bus I understand! Good work on your diagnosis!
Btw, I'm sure that you attract attention because of your star quality.
Thought you'd like to know that Rachel is back working at Apple (she's an "ipod genius." So if you need help again she would be a good source, I think.
Can you send photos of your camp?
Love you, Granny
Congrats on the music rescue, you little techie! Good bus luck.
So nice you & Tina can make international connections and save the world together!
HOT > non-Chinese
And I'll give you some insider advice: you do NOT want to be a tour guide when it's hot and humid. Trust me. When the sweat is dripping down your face so freely that you cannot visualize the Big Chair, you know it's bad.
That is all.
yes! the bus ride! the other day, i was watching seinfeld and kramer was excited by da vinci's habit of taking 20 minute naps throughout the day (this way, kramer figured he'd live 105 years when he was 85... don't ask me about the math) but anyways, i thought of that darling boy we met that day. i wonder what he thought of us...
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