“Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright......”

........is a line of poetry, written by William Blake, the so-called Hasidic-Jew repeated to me often.
The so-called Hasidic-Jew (Dave Wheeler), like me, also graduated Houghton, although 20+ years after me. He was an editor at the mighty Mezz.
Apparently Wheeler had an English professor, William Greenway, at Houghton we also had. Greenway was just staring his career when we were there (Linda had him; I didn’t), and was about to retire when Wheeler had him.
Wheeler had a Lit-tra-tchure class in a vast auditorium in Houghton’s oldest remaining building (Fancher Hall), and Greenway would slowly and ponderously recite this poem, putting everyone to sleep.
Last night (Saturday, April 28, 2007) I installed OS-X Tiger on this here rig. Apparently my ‘pyooter came with OS-X Jaguar (10.2), but every software upgrade seemed to differentiate between Jaguar and Tiger (10.4), so I got Tiger.
Other considerations applied, namely that:
-My “Little Mac Book” was for OS-X Tiger.
and......
-My Jaguar was not giving me the option of getting the time from the dreaded Nist-site.
But the main consideration was that software upgrades seemed to be delineating between 10.2 and 10.4. There was no sense upgrading to 10.2 softwares if some day I was gonna upgrade my OS-X to 10.4.
“Here goes,” I said as I gingerly inserted the 10.4 DVD into the slot.
Click-wirrrrrr. The drive was feverishly and almost silently spinning the disc.
Suddenly a window appeared on the screen, so I hit “continue;” and apparently the rig restarted: (“Taa-DAAAAAAAAA!!!!”).
But it appeared it was restarting from the DVD — the restart was taking as long as a disc-boot (about four times as long — almost two minutes).
The process then dipped into a scan-disc, first of the OS-X installation DVD, and then the machine hard-drive (the destination-disc).
Each scan-disc took about 15-20 minutes, so I left and perused my new Car & Driver magazine.
Scan-discs finished, it began installing Tiger by itself, a process that took 10-15 minutes.
Tiger looks a lot like Jaguar; just slightly different coloration on a few dock-icons.
The upgrade also failed to find two dock-aliases (“shortcuts”) I had made: my Quark alias, and an alias to the system-preferences.
I don’t know as I need that system-preferences alias, as it’s also an Apple-menu item, but my original Jaguar had it, and somehow it got vaporized, so I made a replacement.
The “Find” function is also different, although mainly its display. Plus there doesn’t seem to be a “Find” button to initiate the search; just crank the file-name into the tiny search-window, and the system starts looking on its own.
There also is some “spotlight” function to search for any line of text that ever appeared on your ‘pyooter. This sounds a lot like Linda’s Google-toolbar, which we used to make up for the fact MyFamblee’s search was so atrocious.
There also are 89-bazilyun other bell-and-whistles I’ll never use — like four-way video-conferencing. —So what, pray tell, is wrong with using the phone?
There also is something for organizing pictures — download your flashcard from your camera (digital), and then organize everything so that images are viewable as multiple thumbs.
9.2 probably had that too, but what I used was Photoshop, which only displayed one thumb at a time. (But I needed Photoshop to fiddle the image: e.g., resize, tint [like to offset blue snow], and increase contrast. I also was removing red-eye with PS, and overwrote Elz’s knees.)
Multiple-thumbs is easier to deal with than searching a folder one thumb at a time — or writing up the contents of a disc so I don’t hafta search.

Viewing a picture of Dave Wheeler, my sister-in-Floridy declared he looked like a “Hasidic-Jew.”

“Houghton College” is the college I graduated from in 1966.

The “mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, where I once worked.

“Linda” is my wife. She also graduated Houghton.

“Dreaded Nist-site” is the atomic-clock in Boulder, Col. They send out a time-signal over the Internet my ‘pyooter reads; so it is possible to align all my clocks with the atomic-clock; which my macho brother-in-Boston thinks is utterly stupid. I don’t care that much, but since I can, I do. My Jaguar was reading Apple-time, which was about 20 seconds ahead of the Nist-site.

I am a long-time subscriber to Car & Driver magazine; about 40 years.

“Elz” is my sister-in-Floridy (Fort Lauderdale). She once posted a picture that inadvertantly included her knees, which I replaced with adjacent beach-sand using Photoshop.