Troubleshooting

I’m not so fond of computer company policies right now, because the ‘easy update’ on my rather new (but not brand new) Apple computer hasn’t been going so well these past 12 hours of installation…

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sigh…

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Disturb away :)

I do not currently recall the topic about which I had wanted to write today, so I will write about something I do recall from today.

No one can reach a friend of mine by phone call.  At least, no one could until today.  You see, after months of calling him on my way between locations in my day, or occasionally on my way home, just to check in whenever something had brought him to mind (which happened a lot for a while, because I worked somewhere that he had only somewhat recently left working), and never reaching him, I decided that he couldn’t always be so busy.  He couldn’t have his phone off that often.  It just wasn’t real.  don’t even have my phone signal off that often, and I’m kind of weird compared to the average for my age group.  (Slash compared to anyone under 80.)

And so I developed a theory.  When he himself admitted that I was not the first to say that I always got his voicemail, my theory evolved from the idea that something was wrong with his phone.  I learned some details of the “Do Not Disturb” feature on my own phone, and my theory was almost solidified.  Whenever I called him, I called him twice in a row, and the phone would ring the second time, and he almost always answered on the second call.  Or, at least, he would return the phone call, if he didn’t answer.  And that is how I agreed upon my theory that his phone was on “Do Not Disturb” indefinitely.

However, I kept forgetting to share my theory with this friend.  And so, he continued to miss calls, friends of his likely continued to grow annoyed at him/his phone, and I increased in my expectation that somehow he might just figure it out without my telling him.

And did that happen?

Well, this afternoon, when he called me immediately back (as I was in the middle of telling Siri to call him a second time, as I always did), I thought the problem had possibly been solved.  Alas, no.  He had merely been looking right at his phone, and so saw the missed call from me pop up immediately.

After his comment that he needed to take it in to the Apple Store to be checked out, I asked him if his phone was on “Do Not Disturb”.  He assured me that it was not.  “Are you sure?” I asked.  He confirmed his surety.  “100%?”  As he gave me a number around 99% (it might have been 98.5%, but I don’t recall exactly what he gave), he was convinced to check the phone, just in case.  When he asked me where to find it, I knew instantly that my 70-ish percent certainty had conquered his mere 99% certainty.

I explained to him how to check it and how the icon appeared, and he almost instantly began a sort of slew of self-deprecating, astonished declarations.  My theory was correct.

😛

I only now imagine myself riding my bicycle at the time with a gleam in my eye, just like Hércule Poirot must have had in the spectacular book I’d just finished reading today (Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie).  (She really is a rock star of writing.  Actually, that might have been what I’d wanted to share for today.  Whatever the case, go read the book – it’s wonderful.  I am ever grateful that Agatha Christie decided to keep writing those books and to keep taking a little more money each time, as her friend suggested.)

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Siri just won’t listen

My Siri stopped “listening” to me this past weekend.

She responds to “Hey, Siri,” but then doesn’t wait for me to say anything else.

When I hold the home button, the same thing happens, where Siri comes on, but then doesn’t give me a chance to say anything – just goes straight to the ‘Recommendations for what to ask Siri’ page.

No one at Apple really understands how this could have happened.

Do you think the world is commenting on my life at present?

The funny part, is that I haven’t been speaking up much lately at all.  Not that I’ve avoided speaking or anything – I just haven’t had anything I feel like putting into conversations with the people around me who aren’t close friends or family, so I haven’t spoken, and they haven’t listened.

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Apples, Apple Butter, and Why the Dentist Likes Me

Tonight, we made apple butter, and we canned it properly.  We still have loads of sliced apples, but now we know how to make apple butter, so we can easily do another round tomorrow, I guess, if we feel up to it.  Hopefully Hannah’s friends will eat most of them tomorrow, though (This is not a royal self-address, but merely a different Hannah.).

I gave almost half of my 23lbs of sliced apples to the dental hygienist earlier, when I went for my cleaning and check-up.  It was my first time in a year and a half – a huge change from three times per year.  The only comment ever made about my oral healthcare is the color of my teeth.  She says that it is purely genetics that have my teeth be slightly yellow on the inside and all, as opposed to surface stains (like what coffee and tobacco cause), and so there isn’t really anything I have done poorly there, but I could have them professionally whitened, if I wanted.  Otherwise, she spends the hour practically bouncing with delight at how little buildup she can find on my teeth (i.e. almost none).  She never fails to declare that she wished she could end every day with an appointment with teeth like mine.  Today, she was extra delighted, because I gave her apples AND I took amazing care of my teeth.  She almost couldn’t believe that it had been a year since my last cleaning… “Fun fact:,” I said, “It’s been about a year and a half.”  She had to check the log to verify, she struggled so much to believe it.

And, as I had guessed, an old filling of mine had worn down just enough that it needs replacing (on that one part of it, anyway).  The dentist also mentioned that it would be best to repair the more recent chip I have in another filling in the front.  Also somewhat expected.  When the dentist asked whether I flossed, the hygienist and I shared a secret chuckle – not only do I floss daily, and then some, but I had been asking her about tricks to get to the few spots where I knew I would have some buildup (and actually did have a tiny bit)… I am her ideal patient, essentially.  I wasn’t always, of course, but I really took on my oral health after an incident several years ago with multiple fillings being needed within a very short time period.  So, I actually love going to the dentist now, and they kind of love me (they love my teeth, anyway).  I’m glad she got those apples…

Yeah, so, I made apple butter tonight with Hannah.  It was awesome.  And the canning was terrifying, just a bit.

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Magic in our pockets

Tonight, I have dance class (at long last).  But that is not exactly the point… merely a piece of the mix.  I am on my way to dance class now, writing this, as I listen to the lady’s voice coming through the hidden speakers on the train, announcing clearly, “Please off your seat to those who may need it,” at which I inwardly chuckle/cringe each time.

Before I left home for class, however, I was baking cake cookies, while watching a film.  The film was “Kate & Leopold”, and it was showing on a laptop near me at my convenience.  It was well past time to leave, but the film was not quite finished.  However, I had finally finished my cake cookies, and so had no real excuse to delay my departure – the film could pause and wait just as easily as it could continue playing… Perhaps even more easily, as it required no power source from my apartment to do that.  Though, that is not the point here.

So, I paused the movie, once I saw that it had a good ten minutes remaining in it, and it therefore would not finish in the time it took me to go to the bathroom and put on my socks.  Now, I know how the movie ends.  That, too, is not the point.  The point, my dear readers is this: I didn’t have to stop watching the film, despite my then immediate departure.

How crazy a world is this one in which we now live, where I don’t have to stop watching the film that is at home, when I leave my home?

I could have easily pulled up Netflix on my phone, just as easily as I checked the time when I was slumbering down the stairs outside – which was, indeed, how Inhad even had the idea – , and immediately resumed the film where I had paused it.  Just by opening the website (or app if I’d bothered to download it), I could have simply clicked the play button and continued my film as I was heading to the train station.

It seems so simple and normal and standard, because people do this all the time.  I see people watching TV shows and movies almost every time I am on the train.  And yet, having experienced this particular situation tonight, I suddenly see how bizarre and futuristic a concept this is.  A movie can travel with me in my pocket, even if ten seconds ago, it was on a huge TV screen or a computer or wherever.  It’s like shapeshifting or magic, and we’re all carrying it around with us, as though it’s a cup of coffee or a slice of bread.  Or an apple.  Literally, I guess.  (Though I’d definitely intended that one to be a reference to its connection with the magic of physics.)
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FaceTime

Today (March 5th) is my brother’s birthday.  He lives in Texas.  My dad called me tonight, as a sort of reminder about my brother’s birthday.  This is one thing I love about my dad’s side of the family – we all remind the family whenever it is someone’s birthday.  There are funny bits to this, of course, because it often means that whoever’s birthday it is gets a load of messages and phone calls all at the same time, followed by the thought of, ‘Hmm… I wonder what message just went out to everyone.’  For example, when it is my sister’s husband’s birthday, my sister sends a group text to the family, telling us that it is his birthday.  Within about five minutes, we have all either called or sent a birthday message to him.  There’s no way we all just happen to think of his birthday at the same time, so our ‘cover’ is just plain nonexistent – we were clearly reminded of the birthday.  But, the point is that we all care enough to wish the family member well on his/her birthday.  My dad, I think, is the one who started this sort of tradition we have.

Another aspect of the birthday tradition that my dad created is the song “Birthday” by the Beatles.  Every year, without fail, he finds some way to play the song for us on each of our birthdays.  One year, my eldest sister had an early-morning flight, and so expected to miss the song, since it was always played at home.  However, my dad surprised her with playing the song in the car on the way to the airport (at 6am).  When I was abroad, he would Skype or telephone me, making sure to play the song at the start of the call.

Today, as he was talking to me to remind me about my brother’s birthday, he checked the sound of the song with me, to make sure I could hear it well enough.  He said that he was planning to call my brother right after he got off the phone with me, and I saw that FaceTime had an option to add a call, so we went ahead and called my brother on FaceTime (I did, anyway), by clicking the “add call” button.  However, it ended up not working the way an “add call” button suggests it might work, so I improvised.

Right now, I’m sitting with my laptop on my lap, my phone on the lap of my laptop.  On my phone, I am FaceTime Video-ing with my brother.  On my laptop, I am FaceTime Audio-ing with my dad.  It is the middle of the night for me and the middle of the morning for my brother and dad.  The three of us are talking as though we’re all just hanging out together.  Right now, of course, the two of them are having a bit of their own chatting time, and I am typing.  This points to what is possibly my favorite part of this: I, in Japan, am joining two people on a phone call, who are barely an hour or two apart from one another in Texas.  I’m not even talking right now, but the whole reason they are able to talk to one another is because of me, over here in Japan.  So, it’s kind of like their conversation is taking the long way around… the Really long way.

Or something like that, anyway.  😛

 

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How Apple effectively removed music from my daily life

I used to listen to music all the time.  Like daily, and even throughout lots of the day oftentimes.  However, that has changed in the past several months.  Why?  My last pair of headphones broke.

Now, this isn’t to say that I own no more headphones, and that I can’t buy more headphones.  Of course not – I own several pair, and the stores are hardly sold out of headphones.  This is to say that my last pair of headphones I can use finally broke.

I guess it was a couple or a few years ago that Apple decided to alter drastically the design of their headphones/headsets.  The “earbuds” were established as the only design the company made anymore, removing the former style.  I used my new set of earbuds when I got my new phone (I was so excited about it, it was kind of ridiculous)…, and I quickly discovered that they gave me splitting headaches.

How is this possible, since we all know that I always play my music rather quietly?  Well, the earbuds are too large for my ears.  They push so much on the inside rims of my ears, that my head starts hurting after only a few minutes of use – I don’t even get to enjoy a single song, before the pain begins.  I wore them and wore them, hoping beyond hope that I would adjust to this new style of headphones… to no avail.  I eventually had to give up on them, and make a belated effort to collect as many pairs of the old style as possible (friends were priceless in this effort).

I obviously am very biased here, but I believed Apple had the best headphones on the market for anyone who wasn’t willing to go into the hundreds of dollars for a set.  Perhaps this is part of why all of the other companies that produce headphones suddenly cut production of the former style of headphones, and instead adopted the earbuds style – because Apple is the leader, and they followed.

Whatever the case, though, production of good quality headphones of the formerly top style were now seemingly nonexistent.  That being the case, it meant that I no longer could use headphones for music (or even headsets for phone calls).  I’m always out and about, so I can’t exactly play my music out loud, walking down the busy street, and be able to enjoy it (let alone hear most of it above the street noise).  Nor can I blast music on the trains, where signs regularly remind everyone not to talk on the phone, because it makes noise that could bother others.  So, I just don’t get to listen to music (or talk on the phone easily) whenever I’m out.  (I also have no more audiobook-listening opportunities, something I also used to do almost daily during my work commute.)

So, music has kind of just stepped away from my life these past several months.  It’s dreadful, but I have nothing to do to improve it.  Ideas are entirely welcome, because I miss music every single day, and I just haven’t found anything to do about it, other than write this here post.  I find it utterly amazing, how what could have been one small decision by one person – I person I don’t even know -, has made such a drastic (and negative at that) effect on my life.  It really has me wonder how my daily, seemingly mundane (to me, anyway) decisions might affect the world beyond my immediate surroundings.  How does my decision here and now affect someone (potentially) on the other side of the world?  And how about in another six months?  Or six years?  Or, at that, eternity?  Truly is interesting, huh?

 

Anyway,… here’s to finding music again!

 

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