So this morning, I turned on my computer, logged into my Course Compass site--the site where two of my online classes are held--and it was as if four weeks' worth of work had disappeared. Vanished. All the stories, all the comments, all the grades. Poof! like smoke, up into the wind of the ethernet it went.
Two hours later, stuck on "live chat" with Trish and Mitsie and Jim, the problem was finally solved. For some reason, I kept pulling up an older screen of the class. All that fear and despair was just an illusion. And look, there were all the stories and comments and grades. So I was working on the past screens, the present hidden, the future screens unknown. A time warp, a wrinkle in the fabric of the web.
I rely on my computer and the technology behind the web sites I frequent. I rely on others to do the work for me. I rely on some database person to keep my data right where it should be. I suppose that that I should not be so cavalier. I should write down copious notes, make back ups of back ups. But I don't. I have NO idea how any of this works. I can type. I can read. So I think I know what I am doing.
My web site works because others know what they are doing. This web site works because someone knows how to make it do so. All of this is possible and I don't have any control over it at all. But yet--so much of what is important to me is here, on the internet, and that reliance seems tenuous today.
Anyway, back to work on the computer. More online work. More blogging. More working in the clouds, working on what is really not here at all.
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