We now resume our regularly scheduled blogging.
This is a slice of the cool glass spiral staircase at the Apple store on 14th Street, where I spent much of my weekend. This all began with one tiny, itty bitty, minuscule, barely perceptible drop of water, which got into the trackpad of my Macbook last week and brought all laptop operations to a halt.
I took the patient in for surgery on Saturday, and got a message that it was available for pickup Sunday morning. So I went downtown again, booted up in the store, found everything working correctly and all my data present and accounted for, and went home.
Where the laptop, which had been so deceptively well-behaved inside the Apple store, no longer booted up. After an hour or so of cursing, I cabbed it back downtown, where it was determined that the operating system was toast, the hard drive would no longer mount, and BTW, I did have everything backed up, right?
A few hours later, I had a new OS, but no data or programs. Though I had been thinking extremely uncharitable thoughts about Apple in general, this laptop in particular, and their fiendish decision to situate their store within easy walking distance of the Sarabeth's in Chelsea Market, where I had drowned my sorrows in baked goods multiple times over the course of the weekend, when Apple technology works, it is truly a thing of beauty. My Airport router backs up my laptop automatically without my having to think about it, and when I got home I just had to click on Restore, and....it restored. Everything -- all my documents, all my photos, all my software.
So Apple, I'm sorry for all the mean things I said. My laptop is not a finicky slab of over-engineered aluminum, and you are not a hipster Satan. Still, the next time I have a crisis I think I'll pick a store that's not anywhere near a bakery.
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