Welcome to Aging
So says my good friend *** ****** in Syracuse, who I once worked with at the Mighty Mezz. He’s extremely ‘pyooter savvy, and years ago helped me do a voluntary brochure for a park-board I was on.
It was bare-bones cheap; only one color = black ink on ivory card-stock. But between him and me it looked pretty good. ****** was a Graphic Designer at the Messenger.
Not too long ago I shot a short video of my dog barking to go for a walk. I shot it with my iPhone, then e-mailed to this laptop. It’s only eight seconds, and QuickTime plays it (I guess).
Last February my niece in Fort Lauderdale shot video of me being enthusiastically greeted by her dog. She shot it with her iPhone, then e-mailed to this laptop (I think), which I had with me.
I click-dragged it onto my laptop desktop; QuickTime could play it. I also cranked it on Facebook.
Her video is 29 seconds, yet e-mail flew it. As I understand it, video-files are humongous.
Now I can’t get my barking-dog video on my desktop. It’s in this machine somewhere; my QuickTime plays it (I guess).
****** inadvertently became my ‘pyooter-guru. I ply him with questions he usually solves.
So how do I get this barking-dog video out of my e-mail onto my desktop?
He suggested “save-as” the e-mail. I tried that, but all it saved was the text. —And there was little of that; just my iPhone e-mail “signature.”
He then suggested I try what I tried a week ago: “Control-click” the e-mailed video (that’s MAC, dear readers; Windoze PC is “right-click”) the e-mailed video, then “save-as” from the menu that displays.
Again, didn’t work.
“I don’t know what to tell you BobbaLew. That’s all I can think of.”
Welcome to aging, my friend. Frustration and failure become blessings.
My wife, who died five years ago from cancer, got this at work before she retired.
She was a computer programmer, and good at it. But because she was in her late 50s, she was declared clearly out-of-it.
No matter she was much more productive than a new hire, her employer wanted recent ‘pyooter techies = people with little experience getting a job done.
She retired throwing up her hands. Her employer was continually badmouthing her age. Only her immediate boss knew how valuable she was — but was overridden by higher-ups.
I get this myself. Millennials claim I’m so old I must be clueless.
For the moment my barking-dog video remains in my e-mail; and also on Facebook. I’m sure I will continue lobbing stinking ‘pyooter hairballs at ******, expecting he, like me, will fight “aging.”
• Since this was written yesterday, November 14th, Yrs Trly successfully saved the video to his desktop. I guessed there were more options on that “Control-Click” menu than just “save” — like ”save to download-folder.” It worked. There was the video-icon in my downloads-folder, so I dragged that to my desktop.
• The “Mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired almost 12 years ago. Best job I ever had — I worked there almost 10 years (over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern [I had a stroke October 26th, 1993, from which I recovered fairly well]). (“Canandaigua” is a small city nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 14 miles away.)
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