My Shiny New, Improved Operating System
How are you doing with your goals and plans and new agenda since New Year’s Day? I thought I was doing quite well, but last Wednesday I decided to install the latest version of my office computer’s operating system, (openSUSE 11.2), and ended up doing it a second time after I’d talked to Jondalar and realized I had made a mistake in the partitioning.
That meant that I spent all of Thursday fine-tuning my settings, getting my favourite programs installed, changing my colours and theme to suit my own taste (I’m partial to roses, but you know that). It took all afternoon to set up each of my email addresses again, and it appears that the last day or two’s emails didn’t survive the transition.
I’ve just about caught up on personal emails again, so if you haven’t heard from me, you may want to write again and jog my memory.
At this point, I think about the only thing still to work out is to get my favourite internet radio station, BBN to play again. The sound works otherwise, but not for that. I could not get it to play on the other computer either on Thursday, so that was a long, dull day. I’ve come to understand that having that lovely Christian music playing in the background all day is like a lovely oral fragrance, a sweet company, and mood sanitizer. If I’m addicted to it - so be it!
There a number of blessings related to this new operating system. It is similar to what I had with version 11.1 but with some improvements. And yes, I installed it myself!
People with Windows systems seem to think you have to take your computer to a Geek shop to have it done, but we Linux-users do this often enough that it doesn’t scare us. I am watching for a suitable weekend to do the same on my home computer.
(In fact, I’m toying in my mind with an idea to offer a Saturday seminar in how to do this. What do you think? Does it have merit?)
Oh yes, I’m back to my series of articles on Friendships in the Bible, and what we can learn from them. Today we’ll look at Samson and his False Friends. Come to think of it, maybe he was the false friend.