Monday, February 4, 2008 - Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo NM
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Walking the Second Bench, Dog Canyon Trail, Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo, New Mexico, February 2, 2008
Aarrg... iPhoto renumbered my images
On my hike up Dog Canyon Trail Saturday I took way too many pictures and when I downloaded them to the laptop iPhoto ran out of hard drive space about 3/4 of the way through and I had to remove some old files to make more space on the drive. When I resumed the download, iPhoto started from scratch and downloaded ALL the images again and, of course, ran out of hard drive space again. Geeze, Louise, who wrote this thing? I removed some more stuff and started over. This time iPhoto completed the download, but renumbered the images. So now I have duplicates of most of the images with different numbering sequences. Go figger! I can tediously recover from this but I think it's time to abandon iPhoto before I lose something in the process.
I'm going to set up an archiving system but first I need to research how photo archiving is normally done before I paint myself in a corner as I'm so prone to do.
Just what I need, another project.
Night camp
Site 8 - Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo NM
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - very good signal and access speed ( I have to qualify this - during my January 2008 visit the signal and access speed was excellent - in January 2009 it was practically non-existent during the day and slow at night with unpredictable short periods of excellent access)
- Go to Oliver Lee Memorial State Park website
- Go to Oliver Lee Memorial State Park on my Nightcamps map
- Check the weather here
Beware of Hypnotic Media
To live sanely in Los Angeles (or, I suppose, in any other large American city) you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be. They have planned a life for you — from the cradle to the grave and beyond — which it would be easy, fatally easy!, to accept. The least wandering of the attention, the least relaxation of your awareness, and already the eyelids begin to droop, the eyes grow vacant, the body starts to move in obedience to the hypnotist’s command. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise. Don’t reach for the whiskey, that won’t help you. You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgment. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity.