Updating iphone apps when all App Store Update does is open them


Okay, on my iPhone 5, when I open some apps, they just close immediately. The solution to this is to update the app.

When I go to the App Store and click "update" on the list of "Updates", the app opens

And immediately crashes.

Which is to say, it doesn't update, it just crashes. App Store doesn't help, because it's not downloading the new version, it's just opening the app.

So, how does one update an app when the App Store just opens the app?

Instead of clicking "Update" in the list of updates, search the App Store for the app, by name, using the search functionality.

When you find the app, tap the "Open" button. That'll either download the update or give you a screen where you have another update button. Tapping that update button will download the update.

Unless the App Store doesn't have the update at all. In that case, you might have to upgrade your phone or ipad.

The smell of apple


Years ago, I lost my sense of smell, later regained it, then lost it again. I hadn't been able to smell much of anything or taste anything, much less anything amazing, for a couple years now.

I say "hadn't" because last week, I realized my sense of smell was back. I was excited to be able to smell something, anything, and everything I ate was the Best. I. Ever. Had. Chocolate, which was nominally unappealing because I was sick, was incredible, even the crappy stuff.

Sure, there were downsides (hello, kid poop!), but, wow, being able to smell, yeah. It's something no one really appreciates until they can't smell any longer. I often wonder how bland food is for smokers, who typically have a diminished sense of smell. Their sensory experiences must be boring.

Given that my sense of smell returned when I was in Canada (in particular, away from my house and the dogs), I now wonder if the loss of my sense of smell is the result of a low-grade allergic reaction to the dogs. The timing fits. The reaction somewhat fits.

With my sense of smell back, though, a whole load of memories have begun returning as I catch the scent of things remembered. I pulled an apple off the tree today to eat. As I lifted it to my nose, I was overwhelmed with the smell of apple, and the memories of my grandparents backyard, of eating apples dipped in sugar at their kitchen table, of walking with my grandfather, of picking apples off the ground and tossing them into apple bucket.


Another set of good memories returned with the sense of smell. I'm tempted to stick my nose in all my flowers and all my clothes and all my plants.

Power up 30 HD Cinema display when plugging in USB powers it down


Plugging in a 30" HD to a MBP and striking a key on the USB connected keyboard doesn't wake the monitor, even though the MBP may detect two screens.

The Mac Pro does not wake the 30" ACD monitor.  Unplugging the monitor's 
Firewire and USB connections at the back of the computer wakes the monitor 
wake up.
Disconnect the 30" ACD monitor's Firewire and USB cables from the back 
of the Mac Pro. If necessary, disconnect your mouse from the back of 
the 30" ACD monitor and connect it to the front USB port of your Mac Pro.
Open System Preferences.
In System Preferences, open Energy Saver.
Move the slider "Put the display(s) to sleep when the computer is inactive for:"
Don't return the slider to the original position.
In System Preferences, click on "Show all."
Close System Preferences.
Connect the 30" ACD monitor's Firewire and USB cables into the back of the 
Mac Pro.  If necessary, connect your mouse back into the back of the 30" 
ACD monitor.

Programming or pie? Pie or programming?


Shirley stopped by this afternoon. She was on her way home from volunteering at the Full Circle Farm and was hoping for some apples from my trees. I had not 10 minutes before receiving her call to see if I was home, been walking among the trees and thinking that I wasn't going to be able to eat all of these apples before either they spoiled or the mice managed to nibble just enough out of each one to make it unappetizing to even me - I who am just as likely to cut out the bad part and eat the apply anyway as I am to hand it to the dog to eat.

So, I enthusiastically invited her over, even though I forgot to unlock the door, and helped her pick apples after she arrived. I forced a couple pears into her bags before she could resist too much, as Kris hasn't been eating them, and I can't stand them. Admittedly, I'm a little annoyed that he hasn't been eating the pears, since I planted that tree for him in the first place. Not annoyed enough to remove the tree, though, as I learned the lesson of "plant what you'll eat" only last year, and the tree went in three years ago.

Shirley let me know that she was cooking this afternoon with the apples. She was planning some apple walnut zucchini tasty thing. I had intended to head up to the City for today's Super Happy Dev House, but, well, Shirley's cooking declaration inspired me to also cook with apples. I stayed home instead and made a couple apples pies, listening to book four (of which, oh, good lord, the first 20% is the gory, painfully dull details of Bella's wedding. Do I really need to read a book about some 18 year old's marriage to a vampire? Really?).

So, today was a happy, lazy day of cleaning up crap, doing laundry, and baking apple pies.

I really like the William Sonoma Pie and Tart book, circa 2004, which has a pie crust recipe that both tastes great AND doesn't need to be refrigerated for a while after rolling out. Though, I am annoyed that the apple pie recipe says "pile apples high in bottom crust," as I always end up with a 6" gap between the pie crust and the baked down filling.

At one point, I ended up with excess crust, so I rolled it out, doused it with some of the cinnamon and sugar juices from the apples. I put it into the toaster oven at 350° and waited to see what would happen. Shirley had commented recently to me (possibly in the four hours of driving to the Good Life event) that she wanted to make homemade poptarts. I figured I could use this extra crust as a test, and mentioned it to Kris:

"You might be having homemade poptarts."

He looked up at me.

"They might be APPLE poptarts," I continued.

"With appropriate levels of whipped cream and sugar?"

Man after my own heart.

The second pie is for Megan, who had brought over a pie for a communal dinner months and months ago, and left the pie dish with me. I think they had just started packing up their house in anticipation of the tear down, and wasn't going to need the pie dish for a while.

One of these days I'm going to make a pie in every tin and plate I own. All eight of them. No, wait, nine of them.

Better make one or two savory, or I'll be in a world of hurt.