Well, my name's allegedly on the New Horizons CD that's supposed to head for Pluto anytime soon. I shouldn't be nearly this giddy about it, but c'mon, it's a probe to Pluto! And it's carrying a digital representation of my name, supposedly. You know?
The Olympus Singapore phone line confirmed that they could look at my camera and potentially fix it. Their service centre is not far off Funan, the IT Mall, and my plan was to finish work early and go down in the evening. Naturally work took an hour longer than expected, so I had to ride the bus to the MRT station through rush hour traffic, but that was fine because I got so busy reading I forgot that I'd gotten on the bus that went right to Funan, not to the MRT station. The result was I got there barely before the close of business.
The service centre was about the size of my living room, but the only things in it were a narrow elliptical table with a blue plastic rim, lit from underneath, with cameras on it, and a set of curled desks. The woman there asked why I was there, and when I explained my camera symptoms she asked if I was the person who called a few hours earlier, and then she asked me to take a number. So, I punched the queue ticketing machine, got my number (50), and then she went back to the desk and advanced the Now Serving display to 50. I repeated my description of the symptoms, and she verified it happened even when I was quick about changing the batteries, then wrote out a receipt and said they'd call with an estimate of what repairs would take.
They're pretty sure the problem is the internal battery (inaccessible to mere consumers) has died, but there's a chance the circuit board has broken. Thus the estimate for camera repairs they expect to be ready within a week, and repairs if I authorize them in two weeks. Another person, number 51, entered after I got my number, and was done before I was finished.
Meanwhile back at work, the centre for improving teaching skills -- trying to further the Microsoft Powerpoint hegemony among lecture notes -- sent out a notice for a new workshop, ``Getting The Power Out of PowerPoint.'' I know what they want the title to mean, but that's not how it scans.
Trivia: The city of Yonkers, New York, is named for Adriaen Van der Donck, first schout (sheriff and public prosecutor) in the New Amsterdam colony; he was nicknamed ``the Jonker'' (gentleman of property) after being granted land for his help making peace between the Dutch and the Mohawk. Source: The Island at the Centre of the World, Russell Shorto.
Currently Reading: The New Haven Railroad: Its Rise and Fall, John L Weller.