Continuing the tech battle and Q&A at Globe and Mail
Never did I think switching servers and computers would be such a huge task. I think I’ve spent more time with techs than I have with my family. But in spite of the fact that we lost about 15 years of work, I’m tippy tapping away on the new Mac and really liking it a lot. Can do dazzling things such as work on a garden design and look at pictures of the garden at the same time. My shots for speeches look astounding on this screen, now I can stop saying “Wow what a great picture.” when I’m giving a talk because I haven’t really seen the picture properly before. Of course going through hundreds of images to choose a few for a show, is about like trying to decide which is the definitive picture of your child. They are all gorgeous.
I have a new e-mail address as well just to make life more hellish. It’s inbedded in the contact at the bottom of this page if you need to get in touch with me. I’m just hoping that all of you who signed up for an occasional newsletter are still somewhere on this computer.
Don’t take on something like this lightly.
Tomorrow is the last column of the season for the Globe and Mail Life section. I’ll be doing an on-line Q and A for them at Globeandmail.com It’s between noon and 1 p.m. I like doing these marathon q/a sessions. It really gives me a good idea of what people are thinking and need to know right now. The immediacy is exhilerating. So join in if you have a minute.
I’m working on a piece for Gardening Life on The Black Garden of the wonderful Tom Deacon. There’s a story on his garden in the current issue of the magazine (Fall 2007) and I was musing over the pictures the other day (mainly to calm down). They are by Tom and are magnificent. What a treat to see a garden this complex and full of ideas.
Once I get through the hundreds of changes of e-mail addresses I’ll get down to working on the newsletter and figure out how to find your addresses and how to send them.
If I hear the term learning curve bang around in my head anymore I might end up screaming. But that’s what it all is. I’d rather be gardening.