I'm not a smart man, but I make the best of it

Last night I found the need to create a bootable usb-stick (with Arch Linux), so there could be some tinkering throughout the week on my system. Mistyping one letter (sdb instead of sdc) in a dd-command completely removed all the data of my back-up drive. Several attempts at recovering the data left me with nothing. Sigh.

Lots of photos, especially of my graffiti and murals were gone. The vast music collection: same vertical archive. All the musings, writing (articles, columns, short stories) vanished, right before my eyes.

My girlfriend mailed me that she found it pretty decent I didn't fell into a furious cursing, throwing stuff or destroying everything left on my path. Well, I was kinda numb. Couldn't sleep well, of course, so I decided to take it as an opportunity to better my new archive and learning from the power of Linux.

We're a few hours further, pretty much an all-nighter, and the new music collection is on its way to become more glorious than ever before. From various online accounts I have recollected photos of some of my works, eventhough the quality isn't nearly as good as the originals were. Better than nothing, I guess.

I'm still calm, not really numb anymore. My lovely lady told me it is the modern version of losing a loved one and I will go through a period of mourning. And start cursing at the moments I need something from the back-ups that don't exist anymore. She's right, but I hope those moments will be rare. I will grab this unfortunate event as a fresh start: lesson learned, move on.

Had to get this off my chest.