Why do so many people not understand a double booted computer? The last time I send my laptop to a maintenance firm for some repair work the receipt listed double booted under fixed items. Recently I asked my older brother to remove viruses from my computer and not only did he mention double booted as a problem he found, but he removed all the extra partitions. Goodbye Linux and goodbye data-partition.
Since Windows Vista I have attempted to switch to Linux. Since especially graphical programs tend not to work under Linux, unless you understand advanced programming, I kept Windows on the side. On a separate partition. A range of bot-nets took a hold of my Windows partition during that time. Solution: Linux. I also learned the value of always keeping a backup of programs on a separate partition and kept yet another partition for backup files. Now all of that is lost. Almost. Fortunately I kept another backup on USB and yet another in the cloud. Nevertheless, why do all these people see my double booted multiple partition laptop as something potentially hazardous in need of fixing. Odd!
Spent the 27th of February in Nijmegen. Visited a meeting of the local legislation (D66 only). To jot down opinions. The cause. My house. Sadly my house is not my sanctuary but my worst nightmare. What I know now but could never have imagined. It was a setup. This house full of holes. I was set up! By whom? For one, the owner. These holes where there when I first moved in. Hidden behind a double ceiling. Hidden behind wallpaper. I rent this place through a real estate management company. A middleman. In need of maintenance? Add complaint to complaint and be certain it will not be done. The last thing I needed when I started my own company Laurganic. Another day job. It was a bit worse than just that. There was a person with a key. Regular break-ins occurred, apparently. Photographs were taken. A fantasy tale unfolded. A problem took shape. While I was away. Working. Trying to get the company running. Although I have a zillion tons of discipline to help me cope. I would need about twice as much to succeed. Breathing in. Breathing out. Smiling.
Someone once told me: being nice is a liability. And I am a very nice person. All understanding. Ever helpful. All free sector. All independence. But private. Then someone unkind saw an opening. I was approachable. Not afraid to be imperfect. Still in transition. Frightful potential at it’s wake. It had to be cut before it grew. I had to be unmasked. As someone without all those scary potentially conservative possessions. Worse still. I had my facts straight. Libertarian remember. We like things literal. We like rules to be verifiable. We like everything in writing. But worst of all: we read everything in advance. And refer to what we’ve read. To be defeated by a fact-sheet! Tragedy. Terror.
Back to those free sector credentials. My company. It took of while under attack. Than the house was what tore it to pieces. Holes and some kind of recording device. Nothing sells a lie better than twisted words. To lie with images as opposed to numbers. Tried, tested and one level down from everage. One step back. What got me to this house. Shortages in housing. House-mates causing a riot. Desperation. What will prevent this being done to your house in the future? Anybodies house? At last. Arrived. At the heart of the conversation. Currently carrying out: reviewing current options, assessing possible routes. A route towards legislation appears to be opening up. I would prefer self-regulation or Open Detective. Improved detection of holes and devices. Expanded negotiating power by more access to and better communication of current options. Keeping things libertarian. Although legislation is not in principle non-libertarian. Open for debate!