WMP9 beta

It was some years ago now I made a joke when talking with Noel, here, on the
subject of WMP series 9 beta, about having ripped Surrealistic Pillow which
was being reported as 1000x larger than it was. I said something like not
realizing I'd actually downloaded the band itself! The implication being,
of course, the code of a Human being in the multi-gigabytes. Well now we
have thousand gigabyte HDDs that fit the same bay as back then could
(probably) only hold about 60.

I only have 160G available (2 of them in a RAID 1 array) though this is
plenty for my purposes - more than half of that space is dedicated for
backup images (which are themselves duplicated in RAID 1) - and though I
have XP in a 12G partition, it'll exist in a 4G one and quite comfortably in
a 6G one (despite the claims of Microsoft - which they came out with for ME
also - that the best disk configuration is to have the entire disk as one
big C: drive).

I still use PowerQuest DriveImage 2002. I have other - PATA - disks, which
most of the time are not enabled in the bios, and what other OSes are
installed to and, while DriveImage 2002 won't run from Vista/Server2008 - or
anyway the x64 versions - it will certainly back them up fine run from the
earlier OSes it does work in.

The main issue with DI2002 is that to image the OS it's running from (or
restore from DOS) it reboots and runs in Caldera DOS (not that the flavour
of DOS matters), which means it doesn't complete when required to operate
beyond 137G. The error it throws up refers to the image location being
full - which is kind of right; even if said location has twice as much free
space as the image requires, if the 137G boundary is crossed less than half
way into that space, the image write fails. If the Backup location (and
drive to be imaged) is entirely within the first 137G there is no problem.

Anyhow, the first music I was *really* aware of, such that I have never
forgotten it (that is, to *forget* being to have forgotten the organic file
path to the memory - it would still be there, just buried) was "The Last
Time", "It's All Over Now", "19th Nervous Breakdown", "Stoned Love", "Baby
Love", "You Really got Me", "All Day and All of the Night", "Reach Out
(I'll Be There)", "Ball Of Confusion", "Tears Of A Clown", "Woodstock"
(Matthews Southern Comfort's version), "Big Yellow Taxi", "What Do You Get
When You Fall In Love", "Last Train to Clarksville". Obviously I could go
on. That's the thing: it is almost endless!

You hear these tunes again and it all comes back, i.e. you are *not* hearing
them as though for the first time: you are re-discovering the long lost file
path to what is potentially a note-for-note copy in your memory - in my case
about 40-45 years old! And I have currently about 8G - well over 1200 tracks
worth - of computer disk space storing singles from my lifetime (and
before - after all Buddy Holly snuffed it before I was born; but not a great
many from the last 10/15 years, I'm afraid!). I have also virtually
re-acquired the albums I used to have and along with music CDs ripped to the
computer it all comes to about 30G. And the point is that *all* of that
music was in my head all of the time! And those are just the music memories.
What about the memories the music triggers?

I vaguely remember seeing the view of the balcony, on the news, when the
assassination of Martin Luther King was announced.

I remember watching (the recording of) the Moon Landing (in the assembly
hall at school the next day). On a black and white telly of course.

And though it may be that these are composite images that *symbolise* the
memories, nonetheless the entire perceived experience may still be there,
intact, buried under a mountain of other superfluous archiving. Several
gigabytes-worth of recordings of one brief period is précised into a single
representation that imparts the flavour of the experience, the pertinent
aspects of it, in an instant. Which is what symbolism is. And symbolism is,
incidentally, I believe, what Emotion is. A kind of translation of the
machine code of the brain into the visceral feeling that compels us to act;
that all mental activity has a value on some sliding emotional scale. That
like synaesthesia, it is the same stimuli, through a different filter.

Machine Code is what the Central Nervous System works in. It is not so much
*Unconscious* as unrecognised and so disregarded by the Conscious Mind. You
can see it - like White Noise - if you try. And you can see something of
it's pattern-recognition nature when under the influence of psychedelic
drugs.

The brain converts this basic data into symbols (Assembly) representing
concepts, and of which our Conscious thought is composed.

Many believe that we are entirely unconsciously-driven, while those who
think they must be crazy simply do not understand. We are at least *largely*
unconsciously-driven; but the Mind is a feedback mechanism. However, it
takes pretty much a whole lifetime to acquire wisdom and thus to know, not
just why others do what they do and why societies do what they do, but why
we make excuses to ourselves when we are young, to justify doing what we've
absorbed to be 'wrong' or to hide from ourselves what looks the Truth, but
which scares us to contemplate, and how we forget that these were (rumours
and lies and) stories we made up and adopt a world view in which *they* are
truths, and spend a lifetime justifying decisions apparently based on them.
There does not seem to be a quick version of acquiring this wisdom; it is
more like a revelation or series of revelations reached at progressively
later stages of life, rather as we are unable to conceive of individuals
entirely outside of our own selves until about 5 years old. Like to some
extent the shoulders of the giants we stand on are our own.

But what use is it to become wise on or approaching our death bed when
no-one listens to us anymore? When they will keep making the same mistakes
living lives of greed, jealousy, selfishness and the rest, while pretending
to be essentially above reproach? And can Windows ME be reconfigured to
obviate this?


Arturo

"Arturo Seis" wrote in message
...
It was some years ago now I made a joke when talking with Noel, here, on
the
subject of WMP series 9 beta, about having ripped Surrealistic Pillow
which
was being reported as 1000x larger than it was. I said something like not
realizing I'd actually downloaded the band itself! The implication being,
of course, the code of a Human being in the multi-gigabytes. Well now we
have thousand gigabyte HDDs that fit the same bay as back then could
(probably) only hold about 60.

I only have 160G available (2 of them in a RAID 1 array) though this is
plenty for my purposes - more than half of that space is dedicated for
backup images (which are themselves duplicated in RAID 1) - and though I
have XP in a 12G partition, it'll exist in a 4G one and quite comfortably
in
a 6G one (despite the claims of Microsoft - which they came out with for
ME
also - that the best disk configuration is to have the entire disk as one
big C: drive).

I still use PowerQuest DriveImage 2002. I have other - PATA - disks, which
most of the time are not enabled in the bios, and what other OSes are
installed to and, while DriveImage 2002 won't run from Vista/Server2008 -
or
anyway the x64 versions - it will certainly back them up fine run from the
earlier OSes it does work in.

The main issue with DI2002 is that to image the OS it's running from (or
restore from DOS) it reboots and runs in Caldera DOS (not that the flavour
of DOS matters), which means it doesn't complete when required to operate
beyond 137G. The error it throws up refers to the image location being
full - which is kind of right; even if said location has twice as much
free
space as the image requires, if the 137G boundary is crossed less than
half
way into that space, the image write fails. If the Backup location (and
drive to be imaged) is entirely within the first 137G there is no problem.

Anyhow, the first music I was *really* aware of, such that I have never
forgotten it (that is, to *forget* being to have forgotten the organic
file
path to the memory - it would still be there, just buried) was "The Last
Time", "It's All Over Now", "19th Nervous Breakdown", "Stoned Love", "Baby
Love", "You Really got Me", "All Day and All of the Night", "Reach Out
(I'll Be There)", "Ball Of Confusion", "Tears Of A Clown", "Woodstock"
(Matthews Southern Comfort's version), "Big Yellow Taxi", "What Do You Get
When You Fall In Love", "Last Train to Clarksville". Obviously I could go
on. That's the thing: it is almost endless!

You hear these tunes again and it all comes back, i.e. you are *not*
hearing
them as though for the first time: you are re-discovering the long lost
file
path to what is potentially a note-for-note copy in your memory - in my
case
about 40-45 years old! And I have currently about 8G - well over 1200
tracks
worth - of computer disk space storing singles from my lifetime (and
before - after all Buddy Holly snuffed it before I was born; but not a
great
many from the last 10/15 years, I'm afraid!). I have also virtually
re-acquired the albums I used to have and along with music CDs ripped to
the
computer it all comes to about 30G. And the point is that *all* of that
music was in my head all of the time! And those are just the music
memories.
What about the memories the music triggers?

I vaguely remember seeing the view of the balcony, on the news, when the
assassination of Martin Luther King was announced.

I remember watching (the recording of) the Moon Landing (in the assembly
hall at school the next day). On a black and white telly of course.

And though it may be that these are composite images that *symbolise* the
memories, nonetheless the entire perceived experience may still be there,
intact, buried under a mountain of other superfluous archiving. Several
gigabytes-worth of recordings of one brief period is précised into a
single
representation that imparts the flavour of the experience, the pertinent
aspects of it, in an instant. Which is what symbolism is. And symbolism
is,
incidentally, I believe, what Emotion is. A kind of translation of the
machine code of the brain into the visceral feeling that compels us to
act;
that all mental activity has a value on some sliding emotional scale. That
like synaesthesia, it is the same stimuli, through a different filter.

Machine Code is what the Central Nervous System works in. It is not so
much
*Unconscious* as unrecognised and so disregarded by the Conscious Mind.
You
can see it - like White Noise - if you try. And you can see something of
it's pattern-recognition nature when under the influence of psychedelic
drugs.

The brain converts this basic data into symbols (Assembly) representing
concepts, and of which our Conscious thought is composed.

Many believe that we are entirely unconsciously-driven, while those who
think they must be crazy simply do not understand. We are at least
*largely*
unconsciously-driven; but the Mind is a feedback mechanism. However, it
takes pretty much a whole lifetime to acquire wisdom and thus to know, not
just why others do what they do and why societies do what they do, but why
we make excuses to ourselves when we are young, to justify doing what
we've
absorbed to be 'wrong' or to hide from ourselves what looks the Truth, but
which scares us to contemplate, and how we forget that these were (rumours
and lies and) stories we made up and adopt a world view in which *they*
are
truths, and spend a lifetime justifying decisions apparently based on
them.
There does not seem to be a quick version of acquiring this wisdom; it is
more like a revelation or series of revelations reached at progressively
later stages of life, rather as we are unable to conceive of individuals
entirely outside of our own selves until about 5 years old. Like to some
extent the shoulders of the giants we stand on are our own.

But what use is it to become wise on or approaching our death bed when
no-one listens to us anymore? When they will keep making the same mistakes
living lives of greed, jealousy, selfishness and the rest, while
pretending
to be essentially above reproach? And can Windows ME be reconfigured to
obviate this?

There's no doubt it could be, but mighty slim chance that it would be,
unless you'd give it a try. I stand ready to help, 'Arturo', as one of a
'Last of the Mohicans'.

Harry.


Arturo

Look out Arturo, ASCAP and BMI will be visiting you shortly for their
royalties.
--
I mastered Wordstar graphics!


"webster72n" wrote:


"Arturo Seis" wrote in message
...
It was some years ago now I made a joke when talking with Noel, here, on
the
subject of WMP series 9 beta, about having ripped Surrealistic Pillow
which
was being reported as 1000x larger than it was. I said something like not
realizing I'd actually downloaded the band itself! The implication being,
of course, the code of a Human being in the multi-gigabytes. Well now we
have thousand gigabyte HDDs that fit the same bay as back then could
(probably) only hold about 60.

I only have 160G available (2 of them in a RAID 1 array) though this is
plenty for my purposes - more than half of that space is dedicated for
backup images (which are themselves duplicated in RAID 1) - and though I
have XP in a 12G partition, it'll exist in a 4G one and quite comfortably
in
a 6G one (despite the claims of Microsoft - which they came out with for
ME
also - that the best disk configuration is to have the entire disk as one
big C: drive).

I still use PowerQuest DriveImage 2002. I have other - PATA - disks, which
most of the time are not enabled in the bios, and what other OSes are
installed to and, while DriveImage 2002 won't run from Vista/Server2008 -
or
anyway the x64 versions - it will certainly back them up fine run from the
earlier OSes it does work in.

The main issue with DI2002 is that to image the OS it's running from (or
restore from DOS) it reboots and runs in Caldera DOS (not that the flavour
of DOS matters), which means it doesn't complete when required to operate
beyond 137G. The error it throws up refers to the image location being
full - which is kind of right; even if said location has twice as much
free
space as the image requires, if the 137G boundary is crossed less than
half
way into that space, the image write fails. If the Backup location (and
drive to be imaged) is entirely within the first 137G there is no problem.

Anyhow, the first music I was *really* aware of, such that I have never
forgotten it (that is, to *forget* being to have forgotten the organic
file
path to the memory - it would still be there, just buried) was "The Last
Time", "It's All Over Now", "19th Nervous Breakdown", "Stoned Love", "Baby
Love", "You Really got Me", "All Day and All of the Night", "Reach Out
(I'll Be There)", "Ball Of Confusion", "Tears Of A Clown", "Woodstock"
(Matthews Southern Comfort's version), "Big Yellow Taxi", "What Do You Get
When You Fall In Love", "Last Train to Clarksville". Obviously I could go
on. That's the thing: it is almost endless!

You hear these tunes again and it all comes back, i.e. you are *not*
hearing
them as though for the first time: you are re-discovering the long lost
file
path to what is potentially a note-for-note copy in your memory - in my
case
about 40-45 years old! And I have currently about 8G - well over 1200
tracks
worth - of computer disk space storing singles from my lifetime (and
before - after all Buddy Holly snuffed it before I was born; but not a
great
many from the last 10/15 years, I'm afraid!). I have also virtually
re-acquired the albums I used to have and along with music CDs ripped to
the
computer it all comes to about 30G. And the point is that *all* of that
music was in my head all of the time! And those are just the music
memories.
What about the memories the music triggers?

I vaguely remember seeing the view of the balcony, on the news, when the
assassination of Martin Luther King was announced.

I remember watching (the recording of) the Moon Landing (in the assembly
hall at school the next day). On a black and white telly of course.

And though it may be that these are composite images that *symbolise* the
memories, nonetheless the entire perceived experience may still be there,
intact, buried under a mountain of other superfluous archiving. Several
gigabytes-worth of recordings of one brief period is précised into a
single
representation that imparts the flavour of the experience, the pertinent
aspects of it, in an instant. Which is what symbolism is. And symbolism
is,
incidentally, I believe, what Emotion is. A kind of translation of the
machine code of the brain into the visceral feeling that compels us to
act;
that all mental activity has a value on some sliding emotional scale. That
like synaesthesia, it is the same stimuli, through a different filter.

Machine Code is what the Central Nervous System works in. It is not so
much
*Unconscious* as unrecognised and so disregarded by the Conscious Mind.
You
can see it - like White Noise - if you try. And you can see something of
it's pattern-recognition nature when under the influence of psychedelic
drugs.

The brain converts this basic data into symbols (Assembly) representing
concepts, and of which our Conscious thought is composed.

Many believe that we are entirely unconsciously-driven, while those who
think they must be crazy simply do not understand. We are at least
*largely*
unconsciously-driven; but the Mind is a feedback mechanism. However, it
takes pretty much a whole lifetime to acquire wisdom and thus to know, not
just why others do what they do and why societies do what they do, but why
we make excuses to ourselves when we are young, to justify doing what
we've
absorbed to be 'wrong' or to hide from ourselves what looks the Truth, but
which scares us to contemplate, and how we forget that these were (rumours
and lies and) stories we made up and adopt a world view in which *they*
are
truths, and spend a lifetime justifying decisions apparently based on
them.
There does not seem to be a quick version of acquiring this wisdom; it is
more like a revelation or series of revelations reached at progressively
later stages of life, rather as we are unable to conceive of individuals
entirely outside of our own selves until about 5 years old. Like to some
extent the shoulders of the giants we stand on are our own.

But what use is it to become wise on or approaching our death bed when
no-one listens to us anymore? When they will keep making the same mistakes
living lives of greed, jealousy, selfishness and the rest, while
pretending
to be essentially above reproach? And can Windows ME be reconfigured to
obviate this?

There's no doubt it could be, but mighty slim chance that it would be,
unless you'd give it a try. I stand ready to help, 'Arturo', as one of a
'Last of the Mohicans'.

Harry.


Arturo

"Corday" wrote in message
news
Look out Arturo, ASCAP and BMI will be visiting you shortly for their
royalties.

That'll be fun!

Arturo