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Thursday, February 16, 2012 - LoW-HI RV Ranch, Deming NM

White-crowned Sparrow, San Antonio NM, April 8, 2010
White-crowned Sparrow, San Antonio NM, April 8, 2010


It's now February 26th and I'm finally getting back here to try and catch up with these Journal posts. It's been an interesting few days.

For a while now I've been wanting to upgrade the hard drive in my old Late 2008 MacBook Pro to something larger and faster and today, the 16th, I ordered a Seagate Momentus XT 750 GB 7200RPM SATA 6Gb/s 32 MB Cache 2.5 Inch Solid State Hybrid Drive ST750LX003 from Amazon.

The drive came in Saturday and I set about cloning the old hard drive onto it to make it my primary internal drive. That went fine but about half way through transferring my pictures from the external drive where I kept them onto the new drive the external drive died, taking half my pictures and my primary Time Machine backups with it.


It's taken me a week to recover to the point where I have everything under control and backed up. You can't have too many backups folks - the drive that failed was less than a year old.


Night camp

Site 8 - LoW-HI RV Ranch, Deming NM

Five Trillion Spiders

Spiders begin their hunting with a few handicaps. They're often smaller and weaker than their prey, and they have no wings to give chase in the air. Some species extend their legs by hydraulic pressure, using the same liquid that carries oxygen from their lungs, so they have a hard time running and breathing at the same time. Even their poison may be no match for their victim's: a crab spider's bite is to a honeybee's sting as "an air-gun compared with an elephant rifle," John Crompton wrote. Yet spiders kill at an astonishing pace. One Dutch researcher estimates that there are some five trillion spiders in the Netherlands alone, each of which consumes about a tenth of a gram of meat a day. Were their victims people instead of insects, they would need only three days to eat all sixteen and a half million Dutchmen.

From Spider Woman by Burkhard Bilger, The New Yorker magazine, March 5, 2007, page 69