The Fort-Knight Dispatch

I’ve lost my PDA, my beloved HP iPaq 3715. With it went all my vacation photo’s and videos. If you find it, I am offering a reward. If you found it, are reading my blog and haven’t given it back to me then shame on you for making me go through this bit of tech withdrawel… on the other hand… I have to say that looking at the new VGA resolution Dell’s and HP’s has been fun.. but not enough to make up for my lost beloved…

So I’ll have to face the music and replace this piece of my life soon. What do you think? I need the wifi and the bluetooth but what about the camera? What about adding another device on my utility belt, say a Digital Elf camera? Better than the 1.2 MP camera on my MIA PDA… ah decisions, decisions…

This Saturday marks the 131st Kentucky Derby. I won’t be there. Chances are I might not be able to watch the race on TV. My bet’s for Greeley’s Galaxy. I always pick a horse, every year, whether I tell anyone or not. I’ve never picked a winner. Not once. It’s a little known tradition I’ve had for a long, long time now. It started when I was a kid and as a family we would watch the race. Or, on occasion, watch the TV, to see if I could spot my parents who attended a few races in past years. On these family event days, I’d pick a horse and watch ‘em run. Strange as is sounds, the Derby to me was always a delicate thread connecting me back to my Kentucky roots. I was always proud I was born in Lexington, horse country. I didn’t see much of my Kentucky family while growing up nor have I been a model cousin, nephew or even grandchild in that respect since. So I always looked for ways to connect me back to something, to the Bluegrass state. And now, like the Indy 500 has also become, the Derby, manages to make me pause, and smile, feeling, if even for a few brief moments that I’m still somehow part it all.

Once again a MacHead tries and sell me some of Job’s snake oil…… No.. it’s great stuff. I just can play Battlefield or run MediaCenter!! viva la Media Center!