Anthony Picasso
Nerd Alert. Tech history review
A place where my opinions were brutally shot down in the computer development circles was where Microsoft begin their drive to tap in to the plug and play market being monopolized by Apple/Macintosh. As a developer, I muchly prefered the flexibility of the workhorse platform of DOS. Every hand-holding measure implemented to appeal to the plug-n-play market represented a reduction in efficiency to me. By the time the internet explosion began in the early 90's, DOS was quite buried beneath the Mac Imitations of Windows. I still see DOS down there, buried beneath the layers of Windows kluge, but. . . Is it fair to compare it to seeing the actual Jesus beneath the dogmatic layers of contemporary Christianity? Oh Appy Days. . .
1995 was the last version of Windows that I could hammer into working without the chaotic input from the internet. In 1996, by merest of unnoticed coincidence I saw a movie called, "Surviving Picasso." Not all that great a movie, but Anthony Hopkins' portrayal of Pablo Picasso was endearing to me. I have more than a little bit of crush on Anthony Hopkins' public image.
In the moments I can agree with the folks who call me ^An Artist^, there is zero doubt that computer is my medium. As internet marketing/policing grew in intensity alongside my frustration with internet pop-ups, updates and glitzy apps which were counter-productive inside my art studio, I found myself imaging the Anthony Hopkins version of Picasso reacting to someone moving his art studio to Grand Central Station without so much as a lock on the door to keep the hawkers out while he worked. Anthony Hopkins was born. . . Demands that Anthony Picasso must throw away all his current art supplies and organization in favor of the latest greatest started producing colorful dreams and fantasies of ways to repurpose his *antiquated* art supplies and equipment as implements of torture for the hawkers who had just rearranged his art studio. Art easels, paintbrushes and linseed oil found purposes never intended by their inventors.
I believe it is going on two years since I last attempted to calibrate the latest round of updates. It coincided with an especially agressive app which rearranged the millions of JPEGs in my graphics archive. I miss the cathartic delusions of artistry. Still, I am still launching into Anthony Picasso psychosis every time I sit down to do the do with aching awareness that a hiccough from the internet will be along shortly to tell me what I need to *keep up* with the latest greatest Appotunities.
Today would be an ideal day for some artistic channeling. Can I substitute the tech hammering to get the studio computer recalibrated? Sigh. . .
Psychopating. . . Which Appy Kids can Anthony torture today?
Just breathe. . .
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DIR/W :-)
Sorry Chris. I'm lost. I even did a mini-surf to see if I could find a reference I had missed. Total washout. Psychosis and research arenae the happiest bedfellows I have ever tried to harmonize.
Thank you for the happy face.
Hubs figures heavily into this psycho snot knot. On our wedding day in 1980, our *plan* was to let him be the poet/domestic manager while I further developed my still young engineering career. We actually tried twice while our sons were still babies. Both times my most complicated sibling showed up with her two babies and alcohol soaked expectations on The First Day of the transition. There is no doubt my most complicated sis has an uncanny sense of opportunity. Are we surprised that *plan* didn't work out? Life is what happens while we are busy making plans.
Fast forward 15 years and Hubs was beginning his transition from maintenance man to computer guru. I'll let him tell that history. In my strictly personal herstory, Hubs and I were separated, I was single parenting and advanced carpal tunnel syndrome was disabling my computer prowess at a psychotic rate. My computer biz officially closed down in 1992 while I worked on physical rehab to regain full use of my hands. It wasnae long before I healed far enough to begin pursuing my own tech interests, but I am still extremely reluctant to hire out my still achey hands. It always hurts less in somebody else's hands.
By 1996 when my frustrations with allowing the internet chaos into my art studio were giving birth to Anthony Picasso, Hubs reacted like a good husband and tech manager *should*. He was, more than once, an especially gratifying victim in Anthony's torture chamber. Perhaps one day I will make amends far enough to get him bragging on the scars he has to prove it. Perhaps. Works in progress.
Hubs and I have been collaborating on getting the level of internet connectivity he will need in order to work remotely. I feel this area as future Fort Worth, but the internet options are still 21st century Bumfuckville. He found the nearest possible provider match and it was installed yesterday. As soon as the installer left, our testing began between Hubs in the company halls and me in the remote location. This very psycho-sorting is doubling as a signal range test.
Sorting. . . Testing. . .
DIR/W is list directory in DOS! lol
or "list directory in wide format" hence the W
Thank you for the *clarification*, youngster.
My guess was that you were volunteering to be Anthony Picasso's Appy Kid of the day. . . Still wondering. . . Insert emoticon of preference here.
I really like game shows but they had one named Emoshy or something like that, they would use emotion icons as clues to a word or name. I never got one... I just looked for the name of the game on xfinity cable show search and didn't find it but I did find a movie titled Emoticon. I would have watched it but I am to cheap to pay the four bucks.
anyway I am used to not understanding things... you think???
I understand the Anthony Picasso story because you explained it to me before and I can relate to the reference to the internet thinking you want their updates no matter weather you do or NOT... knot
Hope you can see through the fog enough to help Hubs get the set up for the remote job :)