Three minutes from now it will be tomorrow

Today Saturday I am biting the bullet and I will be going to Richmond to have Bensen at Powersonic Computers remove my Windows 7 and install Windows 10. Bensen is very careful and savvy and will probably keep everything that I have in my computer now. The problem will be passwords I do not remember. I can truthfully say that this century was ruined by Steve Jobs and his iPhones and the invention and proliferation of passwords and pin numbers.

I am biting the bullet because my computer runs smoothly and I have everything I need in it including a readily available feature to be able to do this:

¡¡¿¿Qué carajo que tengo que cambiar esta linda rutina y me voy a sentir otra vez un pingüino en el ártico!!

Bensen will be able to carry over my useful 15 year-old Photoshop. But I doubt he will be able to help me transfer my Blogger blog dashboard (from where I write my daily blog) into my difficult to use (for this idiot) Microsoft Surface laptop. This means that until I get my computer back I will not be writing my usual blogs. I don’t think anybody will care.

The problem is that with three people, at the most phoning us every day, writing my blog was a high point in this everlasting quarantine isolation.

I no longer tell my Rosemary at 10:30 in the evening, “Five minutes ago it was yesterday.” Now my new one is, “Three minutes from now it will be tomorrow.”

The picture illustrating this blog is not really out of context. All I remember of the girl is that her name was Aleysha Mishelle. I photographed her in the early 80s for an article on the Planetarium’s laser show guy, Craig McCaw. Here are the relevant blogs.

Craig McCaw & Maybellene
A Rendezvous with Craig McCaw

The purpose of this photo of the lovely girl with the big hair is that in the 80s my photos of her were drastically underexposed. My 15 year-old Photoshop is not inventing detail that is not there. It is bringing out detail that was always there. The obstruction to getting a good image was the limitation of my nice basement darkroom and the process used at the time which was limited.