Keystone Punchdown

Keystone Punchdown

Steve punching a CAT6 keystone

Posted by wx412 on 2020-01-30 17:11:26

Tagged: , Springdale , Pennsylvania , United States of America , lighting , shadows , shadow , light , dust , dirt , cobweb , cobwebs , technology , work , working , computers

The heatsink contacts

The heatsink contacts

Thermal paste will need to be reapplied. I have read that thermal paste has a limited life, 3 – 4 years and this laptop is almost 4 years old now. I ordered some arctic silver 5 and am waiting on it.

Looks like the people at apple had applied far too much thermal paste here.

Posted by यश on 2010-10-15 20:55:41

Tagged: , Macbook Pro , laptop , notebook , apple , computer , peripheral , heatsink , cpu , processor , GPU , thermal paste , Dust , grime , old , cobweb , dirty

The macbook pro Motherboard: processor and GPU side

The macbook pro Motherboard: processor and GPU side

I was experiencing some heat related issues on my mabook pro and I finally decided to open up the damn thing and thoroughly clean the heatsink and vents.

The heatsink is actually below the motherboard so to clean it I had to unplug all the cables and unscrew the motherboard to get to the heatsink

Posted by यश on 2010-10-15 20:55:42

Tagged: , Macbook Pro , laptop , notebook , apple , computer , peripheral , heatsink , cpu , processor , GPU , thermal paste , Dust , grime , old , cobweb , dirty

Underside of the heatsink

Underside of the heatsink

There is dust collected here as well. This needs to be cleaned up. I didn’t have compressed air at hand.

Posted by यश on 2010-10-15 20:55:42

Tagged: , Macbook Pro , laptop , notebook , apple , computer , peripheral , heatsink , cpu , processor , GPU , thermal paste , Dust , grime , old , cobweb , dirty

Day 155 – the cobwebs of my mind

Day 155 - the cobwebs of my mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel thats turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

— Alan Bergman
"The Windmills Of Your Mind"

My favorite renditions are by Alison Moyet, Dusty Springfield (whom Alison sounds like), and a sped-up version by a windmill-legged Muppet on an episode of "The Muppet Show".

This cobweb is on the side of the box that I have my scanner and camera card reader set up on, and I find myself fascinated as the computer’s fan makes the whole web move.

I have this habit of thinking about people that I haven’t seen since I was a teenager and wondering aloud how they are, who they are, where they are. Some do rematerialize when they find their names in print on the Internet and let me know they’re still alive, though what I get beyond that point varies greatly. It’s like some people won’t tell you in email what they’d say in person if you bumped into them on the street without much hesitation — what city they reside in, married? children?, what line of work they’re in, that sort of thing. And then they just vanish back into the ether after a few volleys and, half the time, without answering the basic questions posed twice. I think I’m getting jaded with the spectres, which coincides with the last name on the top-five list dropping me a message that said "I’ve known where you are for a couple years, but waited until I moved out of that same town before I contacted you."

Like the dust that you will find
in the cobwebs of my mind.

Posted by TheDamnMushroom on 2008-01-02 09:15:43

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