There’s one tortoise trait that I really envy. Constitutionally my Tobin is slow, tending to the cumbersome as his gait reveals; but he’s also steadfast and cautious. Toby perseveres methodically. Because of this he’s especially vulnerable to many threats, especially the quick, pouncing attack and succumbing to haste generated by the influence of others or a situation. He can’t run from anything. Like all creatures, however, his vulnerability often gives him strength. Knowing the futility of fleeing, the tortoise and his turtle cousin, rely heavily on vigilance. They’re always alert for bad vibes from potential enemies like soup makers with nets. These reptiles have a keen sense of the slightest rustle or motion helps. It makes tortoises sneaky. These reptiles possess a portable hiding place, a shell that blends easily with earth and undergrowth. A snapping turtle has a special weapon in his long, reptilian neck. Never reach for a snapping turtle from behind. He can get you. When he’s out of water, the snapping turtle becomes very touchy — like a lot of humans I know. All creatures are at home somewhere, but jerk them out of an accustomed setting and they get feisty — like me in Techy Land.
That’s the way I am with computers in environs where Geeks are happy. Oh, I’ve made some progress, but the path has been arduous, marked by impatience, frustration and emotional outbreaks. For example, I am obsessed with ridding my life of any malware that sneaks into my PC. I cannot tolerate violation of my cyber space. I spend hours finding the means of extracting them. Something called “conduit” disguising itself as “Safe Search” has been the most recent pest, doubly so because it harassed me once before. I hate this vermin so much that it has forced me to overcome fearing of using Regedit, a place where an amateur can bring down even worse calamity than many a virus or PUP can deliver. Ah, but to emerge from Regedit with a success is like surviving in a wilderness area.
I’m still timid about tinkering with technology, but with each foray I gain a little more confidence and Toby’s motto of “Steadfast and Cautious” leads me on in this alien cyberspace.
A classic tortoise, he has constructed an impenetrable shell for CGI that weathers such blows with ease. This year, the 63-year-old Godin celebrated becoming a billionaire. — more —
via Healthcare.gov and CGI Federal: The patient person’s guide to becoming a tech billionaire..
The cyber world teaches the virtue of tortoise-like patience. I’ve been slowly learning the intricacies of WordPress. As I go along I have had to learn how to click around intelligently in Google and Facebook.
I seem to have encountered one learning curve after the other. For example, Google has this neat gimmick called Google Analytics. Attached to one’s blog site, it can measure all sorts of useful data. It operated well until suddenly I could only use it upstairs on my old laptop. I fussed, fumed and fired off questions to Google’s support forum in search of help. I did the same thing with WordPress. Per usual no one answered and I would rather die than pay someone — that’s how cheap freeware and open sources have made me. Have you noticed how upset people get when there’s little to no service for a gift given? Maybe it’s the same as complaining about life.
So, I decided to do other things like read a poem. Somehow a week later it dawned on me that Google uses email addresses to distinguish accounts. I have several gmail accounts. My two computers were signed into two different ones. So, on the PC down in the cellar I signed into the same email account as I was using upstairs. Voilà! The thing worked!
In another instance, this time in WordPress, I could not make the daily statistic page appear. So I went the same route of sending help messages out to the cyber-god. And again, cyber-god remained silent. Every other solution required tampering with what’s called hypertext editing. For me that would be like editing Sanskrit. I might as well just put my computer on the curb. “Truce,” I said, “I’m going to ignore this and forget the damn daily statistic.” A week later the beast fixed itself. I suppose somebody somewhere in the celestial sphere reloaded something.
It took me a week to find the solution or perhaps receive the grace that helped. All it cost me was inconvenience. So, I must resolve to let my natural tortoise-like virtue take charge. Be patient. Patience pays.
Steadfast and cautious,