Over the past three years the idea of "backing everything up" digitally speaking has, for the most part, fallen on deaf ears - my ears, specifically. After all, I had a Mac and the horror stories I heard about shooters and the like losing data and files were resigned to the "poor souls who opted to buy a PC." Well that all changed three days ago and, if not for the late arrival of the garbage man, and my discovery of a treasures trove, this story would not have a happy ending.
Three days ago, following six months of sporadic writing for my newest book, Understanding Digital, a companion to Understanding Exposure, I finally reached the finish line. It was time to move the file from my ever trusty Macintosh Powerbook G-4 over to my Mac G-5. A simple burning of a CD was all it took and, just like the file, it was now sitting securely on the desk top of the G-5. The following day, I opened the file once again to make some minor corrections and did my usual "save" when I was done. Only this time, that famous "rainbow wheel" of the Mac, just kept spinning and spinning and spinning until I finally had to resort to using the "force quit" option. I have done this move many times with other files and software such as Photo-Shop, I-Tunes, and even once when working with my Nikon Cool Scan. But this was the first time the computer got "stuck" while working in Microsoft Office. Following the "force quit" command the desktop looked no worse for wear and, sure enough, there was the folder that held my entire 43,000 word manuscript. Clicking on it revealed a horror right away that I hope I never have to experience again!
The entire text had somehow been completely altered into "computer speak"; in other words, there was not a single word that I could identify! The text NO LONGER existed!
Earlier that morning I chose to straighten up the office and that, of course, included throwing stuff I no longer needed into the garbage. Now, of course, that included the copy of the text for my book which I had burned to the CD. Once I had verfied that the text had indeed been burned onto the CD and transfered over to the G-5, I was just as quick to put this folder into the trash of the Powerbook which I of course had "dumped" the night before.
As far as the local garbage pick-up goes, these guys are here faithfully every morning by 7 a.m. - the sound of the garbage truck will wakes me every morning if I am not already up. However on this day, I had arisen at 6 a.m. and had not really paid attention as to whether the garbage men had come or not. Faced with the only possible recourse I knew, I charged down the back steps, all three floors worth, and went to the garbage room and made the most wonderful of discoveries - the bag of trash I had placed in the bin the night before, as a treasures trove, was still there! The last time I made mincemeat of garbage like that was about 15 years ago when I mistakenly threw out a vaild American Express card. Needless to say, the sense of relief that overwhelmed me was no less intense than the relief I felt at being released from jail in Burjumbura, Burundi in 1987. I had been arrested two days earlier for "spying" (employed by a Tanzanian Rebel Group) according to the charges. Shooting with a 600mm lens out in the "bush" can arouse those kinds of suspicions, at least in Burundi.
Returning upstairs to my office with the CD in hand, I reloaded it onto my PowerBook and this is where it once again rests. After transferring the file to the desktop, I made two more copies and burned them onto a CD and now have these safely stored in a CD wallet. The G-5 is now in the shop, since it was also on that same day that it corrupted a number of TIFF files, refusing to save them as photos but choosing instead to save them as "striped colored bars of sandpaper".
This was my first and, hopefully, last time I will have that kind of scare. There are obviously two lessons here for me; BACK UP EVERYTHING and don't be so smug about owning a Mac. I should also add that since day one of getting started in digital, I have backed up all of my RAW files, making two copies of each folder onto DVD's and also copying the folder onto a 250 gig external hard drive. However, I had never made back-ups of text until this memorable day.
Bryan Peterson