Rarely Pure & Never Simple

For some reason I have always hated the phrase “nine-eleven,”  I am not really sure why I hate it so much.  It probably has something to do with me associating it with the unquestioning patriotism that erupted on September 11, 2001.

Guess what?  I use 9/11, and I say it just like that.   Even today I was reading an article about a 911 phone call, and guess what else? In my head I said “nine-eleven” when I read 911.   I am sure this doesn’t really mean anything.  It is just another example on how powerful language is.

My laptop is not feeling well, and by that I mean it is completely fucked up.   My hard drive seems to be having some serious problems.    It will not boot into OSX, and when I boot into single user mode I get this error.

disk0s2: 0xe0030005 (UNDEFINED)

Luckily it is under warranty still and I will probably just get a new hard drive.  The bad side is that I do not have a backup of my music, photos, or current writing projects.  I did have a backup, but I wanted to start using Time Machine.   There was not enough room on my HD for the additional backup so I deleted my old backup.

I started the Time Machine backup, and my computer crashed.