Aargh! I’ve pulled a muscle trying to move stuff when packing up (maybe it’s not a wise idea after all for a 98-pound weakling to lift a big heavy TV) and…had a massive hard drive crash. And yes, all my nail photos were on it. It was a quite new 3-month old drive, and I didn’t have it backed up. D-U-M Dumb! Just a little PSA from my sad experience:
If you’re using a USB-powered external hard drive (ie, it doesn’t get power from a plug), be very careful not to let your computer go to sleep/shutdown while the drive is plugged in. It can cause data failure if the drive is writing or accessing itself, even if it’s not actively copying files. When the computer goes to sleep or powers down, the drive can lose power while it’s functioning, which can cause data loss. Also, don’t remove the drive without stopping it first, even if the instructions say it’s OK. It’s much safer to stop the device first and it only takes a few seconds. This was something I did not know, and now I do, sadly to the tune of over 10,000 lost photos. I have run recovery software on it to no avail and now have to consult the pros at a horrible cost. I guess the main point is: back it up TWICE in different locations and don’t rely on external hard drives for long-term storage.
I’m slowly getting back on track. Whatever muscle I pulled gave me a lot of pain from my lower back all the way to my neck, so it’s been also hurting to paint nails for an extended period of time. Besides the cranky muscle, it’s hard for me to paint when I feel out of sorts and my poor apartment looks like something out of Hoarders because there are boxes and bags everywhere. The move is more difficult than I thought it would be, both physically and mentally. It’s hard to say goodbye to my home of almost 10 years. I left the US since before 9/11 and have only really been back for visits since. It’s been a long time in years, but also in terms of how much things seem to have changed.
Oh no, I’m giving myself a case of the blues. My plan for today is to drink some Red Bull, pop a couple aspirin, take out some trash, tape up a few more boxes, and make a clear space so I can do something fun for an hour or two without looking at the mess. Then…bubble bath! It’s um….therapeutic for my sore muscles!
Some of my best art comes out when I’m feeling a little blue, so I hope to have something good to show everyone. I’m thinking…woodblock prints?