hate/love apple

Lucky I was in London for the long weekend, and so enjoying the longest break from my laptop and the internet I’ve had in years. All the better considering it was in a shop, where I hoped it was being repaired.

By the time my last laptop, a beautiful 15″ PowerBook, had reached the end of its life, it was a decorticated zombie, battery, hard drive, DVD drive all dead, and case bearing the crumbling patina along the front edge, held together with an external portable FireWire drive that when I accidentally knocked the cable would bring everything to a graceful and irreversible crash.

As with my new MacBook Pro, it suffered from some distinct hardware issues. First, the peeling of the light case border, then the death of hard drive and the problematic Matshita Combo Drive. All variously and uncomplainingly replaced by MyMac in Melbourne for free, thanks to the joy of AppleCare.

My new laptop, after several months of far less harrowing use than that PowerBook began to exhibit odd behaviour, the trackpad and keyboard freezing, which after some messing around I realised was caused by the battery. Or rather, the topcase somehow didn’t get on well with the battery. For much of the last – more than a – year, I’ve been using it sans battery, and poking with my finger at the underside of the trackpad to bring it back to life on the occasions I did include non-mains power.

Not much of a laptop then, and despite being all over the Apple discussion boards, this finger-poking fix wasn’t ideal. I took it into one shop in Kreuzberg, and they said it would be difficult to prove I hadn’t damaged the case myself, so for a long time endured an expensive, hobbled device. Finally, as also documented numerously on the Apple boards, even the finger didn’t work.

Gravis is rather shiny and large, in Ernst-Reuter Platz, and I acquired a beautiful 500gb 2.5″ FireWire 800 drive from there for the unthinkably low price of €120 not so long ago. I’m still awestruck by the capacity and cheapness of drives now compared to eight years ago when 20gb was just beginning to pass from acceptable for a laptop. With my now completely paralysed laptop, and me feeling as though I’d had a significant portion of my identity eviscerated, I ventured there shortly before going to London, thinking at worst I could buy an external mouse and keyboard and get another couple of years out of another zombie laptop.

Not so attractive as a friend pointed out, when I keep people’s Macs running as a job, and should really be able to speak highly of them, instead of turning up with a Frankenstein.

At Gravis, they listened to my explanations, notes on the Apple boards, took my baby away for a few minutes, then came back and said I could pick it up this week. Today I did.

On why I hate/love Apple…

Yes, there is the exceptional software and hardware design, but there always seems to be issues that affect a lot of users, and having had two laptops with serious issues it is very easy for me to feel deeply frustrated with the only computer and OS I’d consider using. Really, if I had to use a PC running Windows or more likely Linux, I’d dispense with the hassle altogether and find something else to do.

As with my previous laptop, I bought AppleCare for three years, and as with that previous laptop, it paid for itself the first time I had to use it. My revitalised – and working with battery – baby has an entire new topcase, the price of which, including labour is greater than the cost of this insurance. The simplicity with which my problem was dealt with, fast, no arguing, pleasant, and most importantly, free are the reasons that even though there are problems with hardware and software (and had this one not been dealt with in such a good way, I would be far more pessimistic), I remain in love with Apple.

(Yes, there is a moral to this story, or rather a couple: Buy AppleCare, use the Apple discussion boards to diagnose your problems, and backup early and often.)

(I’ll stop now and caress my beautiful laptop for a while.)

… return

I was up till quite late last night methodically going through installing all of my add-ons, plugins, bits and pieces that make doing things on my laptop so much quicker and often just possible to be done at all. Not a few of these I had to find the latest versions now that I am on 10.5, which is rather nice. I’ve decided to play with some of the new features instead of my usual one-step up from command-line simplicity, to see if they are indeed useful and not just candy.

My biggest moment of terror though was opening ecto and finding around 500 of my blog entires completely not there, and anything I tried to do made things worse. Eventually, things seemed to be normal-er-ish, though all my custom tags had vanished, and while I’m sure I recall seeing them in some .plist, I couldn’t find them and re-entered them by hand.

There is an ecto3 beta out, but if this doesn’t crash when I try and post it, and retains a semblance of order, I’ll stick with this till everything else is ok-ish.

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end … begin

Since mid-December I have been using one of the Centre for Astrophysics white MacBooks, which has been a joy. A proper working laptop, not the Frankenstein monster my beloved old PowerBook had become. Dead battery, dead hard drive, dead optical drive (with Japanese sexploitation film stuck in it).

Today I turned it on for the first time in three months, not even as its own machine, but slaved through FireWire to the MacBook, and then overwrote its disc with two and an half hours of:

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Then I went and bought a new MacBook Pro.

in/out error

I’ve been living dangerously with my PowerBook for the last couple of months, bad sectors and other arcane hardware malfeasance, along with torturous doubling back and forth with my back-up drive, until Friday night when it all turned crap. Somewhere in the midst of a kernal panic, my System Folder got unravelled, and now exists in no small part, completely disorganised in a folder called ‘Rescued Items’. This is a Bad Thing.

I’m considering trying to write the contents of my back-up drive to laptop, but with all the bad sectors that have left a nasty trail of corruption across my life I have a fear of more damage and catastrophe. The obvious solution is to buy a new drive. However, my laptop being so ancient is worth slightly less than 5400rpm of spinning magnetic discs. Also I need (emphasise need, not merely want) a new pair of shoes, and I’m too scared to even look at my credit card.

Anyway, lame excuse for not blogging.

chk chk chk chk chk chk chk chk chk … again

My harddrive didn’t really make that sound this time, but this evening while backing up, I got endless corrupt files, and when I finally rendered the drive insensible enough to open up Terminal and dig around smartd I found 20 or so fatal errors. So I’ve been copying over to my backup drive the last week’s files, and trying to make sure it’s all ok. I’m thinking of putting that drive into the PowerBook, but at the moment, many files that get created or modified seem to end up freezing the system. I’m far too poor to afford either a new drive or a much needed new MacBook, and I don’t know how long this drive is going to hang on.

Blogging might stop for a bit.

(edit …)

It’s Thursday morning and I’m waiting for my bicycle to arrive from Melbourne, so I’ve had some time to reassemble everything I salvaged from my dead drive with my last backup. Everything seems to be ok, but … lurking madness might be somewhere in my Home folder. Anyway, I’m now running my life off a 2.5″ firewire drive I bought in Hong Kong on a 6 year old PowerBook that pretty much doesn’t work. Kinda precarious…