{"id":3447,"date":"2014-05-11T11:24:12","date_gmt":"2014-05-11T18:24:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/?p=3447"},"modified":"2014-05-11T11:24:12","modified_gmt":"2014-05-11T18:24:12","slug":"seven-year-scatch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=3447","title":{"rendered":"Seven Year Scatch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/coolkarma.com\/dharma\/wp-content\/uploads\/traschbin.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"730\" height=\"365\" \/><br \/>\nI have spent the better part of the last week <em>finding myself.<\/em>\u00a0 Not in my usual Zen ways and means, but in my geek girl persona where I had to rosin the technical bow and play the Recover SQL Symphony.\u00a0 In short &#8230; I lost the last seven years of my blog.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve kept diaries since I was 8 years old.\u00a0 As a teenager I used a rainbow of felt tip pens and spiral bound notebooks to tell my stories of angst and anger.\u00a0 By the time I was a young mother, I refereed to my writing as journals and than as with any high-tech creative attention drone, I migrated to blogs when my life turned upside down and I left my academic career when I became too ill to work.<\/p>\n<p>My first blog entry was in 2007 .. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/?p=5\" target=\"_blank\">the Death of a Dharma Dog<\/a>, and it would become my first of many &#8220;Not So Shaggy Dog Stories.&#8221;\u00a0 No surprise that my CoolKarma blog morphed into KarmaBytes and I can&#8217;t help but wonder if there isn&#8217;t some type of cosmic irony at play that all of my data for the last seven years was wiped out this week.<\/p>\n<p>As a tech savvy woman who spent over two dozen years heading up a college campus technology department, I must have had a back up of my blog, right?\u00a0 Well, electronic copies of the articles, yes?\u00a0 Paper print outs at the very least, hmm?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">No. Nope.\u00a0 And Nada.<\/p>\n<p>Unfathomable yes?\u00a0 No viable backup?\u00a0 After a slew of helpful live chat sessions with BlueHost, I bit the bullet and purchased a &#8220;backup pro&#8221; plan for $20 which enabled me to see the hosting company&#8217;s April Backup of my database.\u00a0 After hunting through machine code I found the correct SQL file and hand-hacked it t.o work with my new wordpress install.\u00a0 And after another few hours of plugin tweeks I was able to recover the last seven years of my life.<\/p>\n<p>During the past week of uncertainty, I gave a lot of thought about what it would to loose the blog.\u00a0 What does it mean to LOOSE a Zen blog?\u00a0 How does this fit into my practice of non-attachment?\u00a0 Is this really some koan of Empty Mind?\u00a0 While I realize that I may be the only person who actually reads my refrigerator art.\u00a0 I enjoy my writing and re-reading what I&#8217;ve written as I watch history repeat itself time and again.<\/p>\n<p>My family of course is amazing and punny.\u00a0 Each of them offered to help me REWRITE the last seven years of my life &#8230; of course with their unique spin doctoring.\u00a0 Truth is I would do well to have a new story.\u00a0 Nonetheless I realize all too well that losing my blog &#8230; 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