Tuesday morning.
Time for a girl to catch up with some beauty sleep and get reacquainted with Wooly Mammoth.
Inside The Rickety Old Farmhouse there is consternation when Angus discovers that the France Telecom team tasked with retrieving the non-functioning e-mail function have miraculously wiped everything off the desktop. That's everything as in 'everything'. This mornings blog is sent from 'The Fonts' Dell. Task of the day will be spent working out how to download the backed up data.
Amid this mild chaos Loic arrives to blow leaves and drive the lawn tractor. He has brought a form with him which requires my signature. He is very proud of the form as he's never knowingly had one before. It says that he's a key worker and is allowed out during curfew hours to attend his place of work. The matron has given it to him , presumably by mistake, or to cover all bureaucratic eventualities. The curfew is from six at night until six in the morning so the chances of him coming to blow leaves at midnight is highly unlikely. I sign it and tell him it's a very important document that he must keep safe. I give him a clear plastic cover to keep it free from dirt. He is greatly impressed with this.
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7 comments:
Oh no, bad news about the desktop. Thank heavens for back-ups.
Life was sure simpler when woolly mammoths roamed the earth!
Sorry to hear about the computer problems - when this happens one wonders if progress is such a good thing!
At times it must be so much better to be Loic, when a simple form contained in a plastic cover, makes your day!
I am surprised about Orange. Last week, my fixed, VOIP line went out, but I still had Internet. I called (with cell) and they sent somebody that afternoon. He spent almost two hours and finally put some kind of extra plug between the phone line and the Livebox. All fixed. No charge.
Do you use Orange for email? Because if you use gmail or yahoo, your emails are in the cloud and should be accessible from your phone or the Font's computer or wherever you like. Or did Orange wipe your computer of more than email?
Good luck!
Hari OM
...I was just happy read that there was a backup... one of my mantras is 'backup backup backup'... but a bluescreen event on Voovoo the Vaio last week reminded me I hadn't followed my own advice since returning to the Hutch. Computer health is doubly important in times of human health being under the cosh. YAM xx
That's a very sweet and thoughtful response to Loic and his important form.
I know I told you about Matt Levine's Money Stuff newsletter. Even though he's from Bloomberg (the enemy, though I know about half the staff). The latest just fell into my inbox, with this:
We talked on Friday about a guy who threw away a hard drive with 7,500 Bitcoins and now has hedge-fund backing to dig up a Welsh garbage dump to try to find it. We had some laughs. I wrote that “in another decade, when Bitcoin has become the world’s main store of value and 90% of it has been misplaced, this will be a trillion-dollar rubbish dump and Wales’s main industry will be combing through it looking for that hard drive.”
But I somehow forgot that, in Chapter 10 of the “General Theory,” Keynes wrote about exactly this:
If the Treasury were to fill up old bottles with banknotes, bury them at suitable depths in disused coal-mines which are then filled up to the surface with town rubbish, and then leave it to private enterprise on well-tried principles of laissez-faire to dig up the notes again (the right to do so being obtained, of course, by tendering for leases of the note-bearing territory), there need be no unemployment and, with the help of the repercussions, the real income of the community, and its capital wealth also, would probably become a good deal greater than it actually is.
Burying money under garbage as a form of stimulus is apparently a permanent feature of economics. We talk a lot around here about how cryptocurrency enthusiasts are rediscovering all of financial history; here Bitcoin has rediscovered a joke Keynes made in 1936.
Thought you would appreciate.
LOL! A good point, Bertie.
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