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I was going to be sending postcards on Saturday to everyone I met at the conference, to be friendly, for fun, the better to keep in touch, but I have been neglecting those plans and nearly everything else this past weekend, (the hundred other things that I wanted to get done before being sucked into CanSec), caught up instead by a personal catastrophe - the partial erasure of my only photography archive.

The quick and dirty background: Everything has been on one drive. Because I am financially strapped, I've never been able to afford a back-up. Tony, in his wisdom, was kind enough to give me a 2 terabyte drive as a holiday present, destined to become the new archive when my 1 terabyte drive filled up, which happened this past week.

The quick and dirty events: I let a programmer friend help set up the transfer of my archive of over 110,000 files from the 1 terabyte to the new 2 terabyte. There was an error, so instead of merely copying what was left to copy, it cross-referenced the drives and deleted a great swath of files before I could shut it off.

The quick and dirty result: I've spent the majority of the past two days on data recovery, staying up late, getting up early, trying different programs. I believe that I have recovered as many of the files as I will ever get back, approximately 80% of what was erased. It is difficult to tell what is gone, but so far it seems I have lost my childhood photos, an entire wedding, a massive block of personal pictures from 2007, 2008, and 2009, three days of 2011, seven folders of client work, and every video I've taken in the past five years. I expect to discover more gaps as time goes on, but the damage seems negligible compared to what it could have been.

Everyone who knows about the tragedy has assumed that I would be livid or heart-broken or a mix of the two, but instead the loss seems to have struck a far deeper, nihilistic chord, more appropriate for death, thickly flavoured with the acceptance and understanding that at the heart of things, we are all, every one of us, completely doomed, so why care? Odd, maybe, but I believe it speaks well of me, that I am depression-immune to this disaster, still carrying the seed of happiness that was planted at the conference, the new, uncorrupted self that refuses to be cursed.

Date: 2012-03-06 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amaniellen.livejournal.com
shit. I appreciate your acceptance, and also rail against the acceptance. This is the kind of thing that 'experts' are for. Hire someone, they will probably be able to get your data back. Borrow if you have to. Heck, I'll loan you some money to get it done. Losing childhood photos and portfolios? Not worth not fighting for.
Honest injun. I'm happy to help if you need it. I know the impact.

Date: 2012-03-06 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lafinjack.livejournal.com
Something similar happened to me just over a month ago. All my personal photos. All my music. I had a backup. But the next time my backup utility ran, it deleted that backup for some WTF-ever reason.

Data recovery people want at least $300.

I had spilled some water on the drive, and it was just the outer circuit board that was damaged, so I bought a new drive of the same model to try and replace just that board. Then I saw the connector from that board to the guts of the drive was shorted out, so I pulled it apart to try and replace that too. Then I found that even though they're the same exact model number, in the two years since I got the old drive they've updated the insides on the new drive. Different guts. No worky.

Now since I've opened it, it's a minimum $500 for data recovery.

FML

Miracle of modernity

Date: 2012-03-06 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fluffymcdeath.livejournal.com
Every day we can store more and more in a smaller space which inevitably means we can lose more than ever before all at once.

It used to take a house fire or a natural disaster to destroy years of collected photographs - now it can be done by a power spike or a spilled cup of tea. More data than the great library at Alexandria, more fragile than a soap bubble. Seemingly solid; ephemeral as memory.

My first data loss seemed crushing at first - the fact that I couldn't even remember what I had stored there seemed to both diminish and exacerbate the tragedy. A few more losses later and I accept that it is part of the natural rot of the universe, and it's probably not a bad thing. The more we can store, the more we keep because we can - but mostly we store in lieu of deleting - until fate catches up and deletes for us. That which survives becomes precious by surviving.

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