Technology (No Longer Supported)

Sorry, but this model of human is no longer supported by current technology. 

Me hiking just a couple of days ago

A week ago, my 2019 (I bought it 2 months into 2020) MacBook Pro updated its operating system to Sonoma and no longer works unplugged, nor goes to sleep. There are several other issues, but those the main ones. The battery life is fucked. Apple knows this and ya know what? It’s their business model. “We’ll fuck up your old one so you’ll buy a new one.” Corporations are vile and Mac is a corporation in every way.

This machine is my tether to the world, my link to some small degree of sanity. I pour my soul through these keys (some I have worn down so much that light comes through them). My creative outlet is based here in it, as well as in wherever and whatever the fucking clouds are. It’s nightmarish for the creative mind, the only mind I have.

My 2020 MacBook in front and my 2013 behind (the 2013 was better in almost every way)

My iPhone 8 can no longer use certain things because “It is no longer supported”. Gosh, don’t you get a new thousand-plus dollar phone every two years? What is wrong with you? Boomer.

This is what the world is now. It is what Apple became. I hate Apple with the intensity of a betrayed, abused lover. I loved Mac! They were so good and I trusted it with all of my writing, photos, memories, songs, my very creativity went into it... I have trusted my life into this mac-hell web of shit. My laptop, my phone, my clouds are all interconnected to such a degree that I am trapped here. I do not have the capabilities to get out of it. I do not have that knowledge and it’s too late to learn it and it would change as soon as I did anyway. 

There is no one who can help with this sort of thing. The business that needs to exist, especially for those of us who are older is... “We will get you out of the Apple Spiralling Web of Hell and safely install you into the Android PC world”. My God I would be a grateful customer. IF (and this is a huge IF) that was really any better.

I’ve heard from some of my PC friends that Microsoft has gone the way of Apple and is going to hell in a handcart, so it might not be a refuge at all. We can’t get away from the left-brain rulers of the new world. They have us by the digitals. Here are a few bird and nature photos to break up the rant.

Palm Cockatoo eating Beach Almonds in Lockhart River, QLD January last year

     

Green Tree Python, January last year, Kutini-Payamu NP, QLD

Yellow-legged Flyrobin, January last year, Kutini-Payamu NP, QLD

Chestnut-breasted Cuckoo, January last year, Kutini-Payamu NP, QLD

And then there is AI. I will not get started on AI. I loathe everything about it. Did no one pay attention to the Terminator films? To the children nowadays (Gen X-Y-Z & Millennials) those are ancient movies anyway. Just old films, from the olden days, for old people. 

So yeah, I have lived past my use-by date. My model of human is no longer supported by current technology. I will retreat into nature and some travels as best I can (I still have my dear Troopi, a vehicle beyond time with wind-down windows and manual shift. I will continue to write about it all as best I can and I will share that writing as best I can. I am doing as best I can (and I have lost some weight 14.5 kilos or about 32 pounds. I had to mention that). 

   

I started well into the yellow (but not near the pink). I want it down further in that green.

Here's some more nature and stuff.

   

Great-crested Grebe last week across the street at the WTP

Hooded Parrots, Pine Creek NT last month

My trails are often rough but that makes me stronger (that's deeper than I meant to be haha)

Sperm Whale's head off Port Fairy Victoria a while back
   

Speaking of whales, one of my favourite photos and memories, a Whale Shark and me. Christmas Island Dec 2019. It rose up underneath me as I snorkelled on the surface.

Writing. It is called “creating” and it is what I do and AI will NOT be fucking doing any of it for me. No, not if it was ever so. Fuck AI full-stop. I do send love to those who read my words. My words are me and I am them. I should probably go back to writing in notebooks. I really should except that my handwriting is atrocious and my spelling is abysmal. 

I am going to allow myself to relax more also as best I can. Fuck it, I am over seventy years old. Regarding many things Hunter S Thompson wasn’t right but... he was not always wrong either. Survival takes many forms. I am surviving and I will be off again in just a few weeks. Not easy for me, but I can, and I will do it. To understand this, read my books.

Boarding the plane for Kutini-Payamu NP, QLD in January last year. 

To my readers, sending love as I do ❤️