iWork Autosave

sethjust — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 02:10:31 +0000

So I had the wonderful experience this weekend of losing over 1,200 words of work on a paper because I forgot to save it regularly. I was really, really sad about that and really bummed that Pages, my word processor of choice (I love the formatting tools), doesn’t support either autosaving or document recovery. However, my preference for Pages is strong enough that I didn’t jump ship to an auto-saving editor. Instead I went out and found WorkSaver.
Worksaver simply sits in your menubar and, at a definable interval will save every iWork document you have open, provided that it’s already been saved once. This means that when I’m writing I don’t have to even worry about saving my document after creating it and choosing where to save it. Of course, it’s a shame that you have to manually save the file when you create it, but it’s a lot better than losing all your work. I can highly recommend WorkSaver if you use iWork simply for the peace of mind it provides. Of course, it’s not perfect for everybody, but when I’d rather focus on writing a paper than on making sure my computer doesn’t decide to make it all go away, WorkSaver is just what I need.

Beach Musings

sethjust — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:06:24 +0000

WHITE NOISE is my MOST valuable study tool. How can it be describled? HIsssss… But that doesn’t cut it. It’s never changing but ever-variable; soft + hard; strong + weak; Imperceptibly Loud. It is an ocean at the quite beach, the wind in a girlfriend’s hair, the sifting of sand in the wind, the sound of the sky, the moon, the stars. It is the sound of God.

It’s funny that I’d say that, but it’s ture. Of course, I refer to no Personal God, but instead to the word. What other word works? White noise is as good a god as any, + better than many. Bow before the might of the random. White noise is the sound of the universe, It is the sound of life, IT IS THE SOUND OF HUMAN CIVILIZATION!

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Does this pen write poetry? I doubt it. But ask if I think poetry And I’ll tell you that an thought is poetic before the tyranny of words.

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A Show of The impermanence of thoughts

Written in the sand

Disappears

Quickly

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the Sun warms with with a fraction of its heat.

Are you God?

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Will this one day be the musings of a young poet? A thinker? Or will I throw it in the recycling + let my words infuse the work of others?

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What will I come to know? The possibilities are endless.

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Who Cares?

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My personal philosophy is this:

Fuck That Shit!

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What is poetry but words thinking?

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Does a seagull’s shadow cross me on purpose? What of its direction? What does it mean? Will I get poop on my head?

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When so much is moving (sand) why does so little happen?

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Is it All just wasted Effort?

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iWork Autosave

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