Wireless Apple keyboard and mouse grow much better batteries

The new Apple wireless (BT) mouse and keyboard have much longer battery life than their predecessors, making them much more useful. But gawd, are they expensive!

Keyboard tip to self: I’ve grown so used to my switched modifier keys (caps lock <–> control) that it annoys the hell out of me to have to use a switched-back keyboard! System Preferences, Keyboard, select BT keyboard from list, Modifier Keys.

Mouse tip to self: System Preferences, Mouse, turn off “More Gestures”. This Spaces crap really makes me dizzy (blame the remnants of BPPV, I guess!).

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Removing Google Updater

Installing Google Chrome sneaks in a very annoying Google Updater app that is always phoning home, even after you decide to UNinstall Chrome. It is possible to remove the little bastard!

Assuming it is in the /Library (rather than the ~/Library), do the following in a terminal:-
cd /Library/Google/GoogleSoftwareUpdate/GoogleSoftwareUpdate.bundle/
cd Contents/Resources/GoogleSoftwareUpdateAgent.app/Contents/Resources/
sudo ./ksinstall –nuke

If you prefer to leave it on your system, you can stop it phoning home with
defaults write com.google.Keystone.Agent checkInterval 0.

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The perfect dress

Murphy’s Law strikes again — the moment I find the perfect dress, and I mean perfect, I am no longer interested in wearing dresses! This one is fantastic.

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The Dalai Lama’s Instructions for Life

These 20 tips by the Dalai Lama are really good advice.

  1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
  2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
  3. Follow the three R’s:
    –  Respect for self,
    –  Respect for others and
    –  Responsibility for all your actions.
  4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
  5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
  6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great relationship.
  7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
  8. Spend some time alone every day.
  9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
  10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
  11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and
    think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
  12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
  13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
  14. Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.
  15. Be gentle with the earth.
  16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
  17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
  18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
  19. If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
  20. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
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Turn on Detect Displays with Option key

In System Preferences -> Displays, press Option to see the “Detect Displays” button if it is hiding.

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Apple broke f.lux

One of my all-time favourite apps is f.lux, which reduces the blue harshness of a Mac/iPad/iPhone screen at night by altering the color temperature of the screen. It has been consistently useful enough for me (and missed sorely when absent!) to jailbreak an entire iOS device just to install it.

So I got really pissed off when my screen started having weird brightness fluctuations. At first I didn’t notice it much, and then I had a FaceTime call with a relative when the lighting was changing as I moved around, and it was horrible. Flashy flashy intermittent flashy AUUUGHH!

The problem is apparently that Apple’s auto screen brightness feature in El Capitan directly conflicts with f.lux’s. As a f.lux dev said here, the only fix is to disable Apple’s controller, so that it doesn’t fight with f.lux’s, producing a hot visual mess.

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The problem can be resolved by going to System Preferences -> Display -> and unchecking “automatically adjust brightness” checkbox.

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Witi Ihimaera’s NZ Dreams

I found this old webpage in a dusty directory. It used to be on the Fulbright NZ webpage.

Esteemed New Zealand author Professor Witi Ihimaera, alongside fellow Fulbright alumni filmmaker Sima Urale, addressed an audience at National Library’s Auditorium on 2 November 2005. In a speech entitled New Zealand Dreams, Pacific Destinies, Professor Ihimaera addressed issues of New Zealand identity, taking the opportunity also to celebrate the launch of two new books – The Whale Rider (Children’s Picture Book edition) and The Rope of Man.

A transcript of Professor Ihimaera’s speech follows.

Hello everyone. My name is Witi Ihimaera. Thank you for coming to spend this evening with Sima Urale and myself.

Over a thousand years ago our ancestor, Paikea made an extraordinary voyage from Raiatea. He came on a whale, setting his course eastward of the rising sun, and he landed at dawn at a place called Whangara, on the East Coast of the North Island. His journey was just one of many of others that subsequent voyagers made to Aotearoa New Zealand across the great South Pacific Ocean. Only a Kiwi knows how huge that ocean is and, therefore, only a Kiwi knows of the courage of our ancestors in travelling across it. Our Polynesian forebears made the voyage by sea-going waka, navigating by stars and by following the long-tailed cuckoo or the godwits as they made their annual migrations from the Arctic Circle to Aotearoa. Our Pakeha ancestors made their epic journeys from England, Ireland, Wales and Scotland; some died on the way, others were born aboard those vessels. They found haven in New Zealand, taking their first shaky steps when they made landfall. The immensity of their courage – of the courage of all our further migrants from the Americas, Indias, Asia and Africa – beggars description.

In all their voyages lies the beginning of our own – because their voyages are carried on by us. What were their New Zealand dreams? And what were their visions of our destiny in the Pacific? Although the joint entanglement of all us in the making of New Zealand history continues to be problematic, we must never forget that we have an obligation to our past to carry on those dreams not just for ourselves or the Pacific or the Pacific Rim – but for the planet itself. It’s not over.

Uia mai koia whakahuatia ake ko wai te whare nei e, ko Te Kani, ko wai te tekoteko kei runga, ko Paikea, ko Paikea!

Rangatira ma, koutou katoa, thank you also for coming to help me personally celebrate the launch of two books: The Whale Rider Picture Book, which has been written primarily for children and young adults and my new novel The Rope of Man which is, in fact, very much about our dreams and our destinies. As far as The Whale Rider is concerned, it offers an illustration of how New Zealand dreams can in fact transcend nationality, can transcend race, can transcend even location and go beyond even the Pacific. Who would have known that a book that was written not in New Zealand but in New York, way back in 1986, would some sixteen years later in 2002 premiere as a film made by Niki Caro and starring a young girl called Keisha Castle-Hughes, who would become the youngest actress ever to be nominated for an Academy Award in the Best Actress category? When Keisha rode that whale all the way to Hollywood she became Moby Chick. I didn’t do so badly myself: whenever I go overseas, people refer to me as the Prince of Whales. And among my many public roles today, I am a trustee of the South Pacific Whaling Research Consortium – don’t tell the consortium, but I actually know nothing about whales. Ah well, as American columnist Ann Landers has famously said, “Things are always darkest before they become totally black.”

The Whale Rider therefore offers us a Cinderella story or, in my case, a Cinderfella story. And it’s mirrored in an incident that happened to me and my New York Jewish friend, Betsy, when we attended the New York premiere of the film in 2002. We were running late for the premiere and Betsy was looking beautiful and I wasn’t looking so bad myself in my rented tux and bowtie. Anyhow, I hailed a taxi and, as we were crossing Fifth Avenue to catch it, Betsy slipped and one of her high heels went sailing through the air into the middle of the street. An old homeless street person saw what had happened, looked at Betsy, looked at the shoe and ran out to rescue the shoe. Traffic slammed to a halt and car horns began to hoot at him as he joined us on the pavement. Holding the shoe by the toe, he looked sternly at Betsy and admonished her, “And don’t forget to be home before midnight.”

You know, after the premiere, Betsy and her Jewish women friends were so proud of themselves. They said to me, “That gal Pai isn’t a Maori! She’s a New Yorker and she has real New York street smarts.” For New Yorkers, The Whale Rider is as much their story as it is ours because it was written on the 33rd floor, in Apartment 33G of a tower block at West 67th and Broadway.

Te torino haere whakamua, whakamuri. At the same time as the spiral is going out, it is also going in.

As far as The Rope of Man is concerned, the irony is that this book too was also written from overseas: first of all, from London, in 1970, when Jane and I were on our honeymoon and staying in a small bedsitting room just off the Old Brompton Road – thank you Jane, and you too Jessica and Olivia, for being my family. Second, I began it all again 35 years later in Washington DC where I was a Senior Fulbright Fellow at George Washington University at the beginning of this year; Suzanne, I want to thank Fulbright New Zealand for the opportunity and Mele Wendt for supporting this evening’s event, as well as my publishers, Peter Dowling and the Reed New Zealand crew for allowing me the opportunity to take the long detour back 35 years and the long return forward to 2005 to finish the book.

As I have said, the novel is very much about our New Zealand dreams and Pacific destinies, and both are reflected in the central image – that great Rope of Man, te taura tangata, stretching from the beginning of the universe to the universe’s end. Everchanging, the Rope is a magnificent icon spiralling from one aeon to the next, charting the history of humankind. At the beginning of its life, it was strong, tightly bound by Maori strands. During the Land Wars it became frayed and almost snapped. Perhaps there were only a few strands holding it together. But the songs of the people can still be sung through one or two strands as they are through many. When we see the Rope again, after the wars, it is a different Rope. It is different because Pakeha heritage becomes added to it, the strands of Pakeha culture entwining with ours, adding different textures and colours. It’s also fiercely twisted and soldered together by many different histories as Maori, Pakeha, Polynesian, Asian, American began to fall in love, marry and have children together. The Rope continues its journey, spinning, singing, weaving, sparkling, charting its way through Time. It charts the changing nature of the human odyssey. All our successes and failures as a people are woven into it, all our lapses from divinity and our triumphs over our inhumanity.

In this century, in the year 2005, it is our responsibility as the people who are entrusted the Rope’s wellbeing, to make sure that we weave within it our strength, our passion, our dreams, our desires, our moral compass, our sense of excellence, equity and justice so that the Rope can continue in strength into the future, ever spinning, ever singing, ever glowing, onward, ever, ever, forever.

Po! Po! E tangi ana tama ki te kai mana, waiho me tiki ake ki te Pou, a hou kai hei a mai te pakake ki uta ra, hei waiho mo tama kia homai e to tipuna e Eunuku ko te kumara, ko Parinui te ra e!

What are our dreams? What are our destinies? What of ourselves can we weave into the Rope? Can we do this?

Of course we can. After all, we are New Zealanders and we can do anything. We ride whales, climb mountains, stomp on the Australians at netball 61-36. We go backwards and forwards between hemispheres, we think outside the circle and sometimes we come up with extraordinary solutions to great world problems. Together we’re formidable, fighting back to back against all odds. Some of you will know the poet RAK Mason who wrote of New Zealanders back to back like that against the rest of the world:

“Such men – and women – as these, not quarrel and divide but friend and foe are friends in their hard sort… here is this far-pitched perilous hostile place, this solitary hard-assaulted spot, fixed at the friendless outer-edge of space.”

Mason saw us as garrisons pent up in a little fort. Whenever I travel backward and forward between the hemispheres, I often think of us in a similar vein – as an island fortress from which we venture as Polynesian vikings to plunder the foolish countries of the North before retreating back with our booty.

But, today, we’re also taking New Zealand talent, ingenuity, creativity out into the world. Just as people call the English a nation of shopkeepers and the French a nation of greengrocers, New Zealand can truly lay claim to the title of being a nation of entrepreneurs. And although The Rope of Man was begun in Washington, it also takes side trips to London, Hong Kong, Australia and other cities and countries to investigate just where that entrepreneurial spirit has taken us and how our entrepreneurial dreams have revealed themselves.

For instance, do you know that in London, at any one time, there will be 75,000 New Zealanders? They are youthful, they comprise a New Zealand mafia doing their OE and a brilliant New Zealand diaspora. I met some of them in a pub just off the Charing Cross Road when I was in London earlier this year. The irony was that although we were all in London, guess what we talked about? Yup, and yup: Aotearoa New Zealand: Jonah Lomu, marmite, the All Blacks, chocolate fish, Michael King’s History of New Zealand, Peter Jackson and Lord of the Rings, Molenberg bread. And this is one of the huge passionate elemental characteristics about New Zealanders: wherever we meet we’re like a tribe sharing stories of the tribe over a camp fire.

At that pub gathering I had a French friend, Jacques, with me. He saw us sobbing into our beer and wine and said, “Helas, etre neo-zelandais, c’est un dilemme exquis.” – Alas, being a New Zealander is such an exquisite dilemma.

Te torino haere whakamua, whakamuri. At the same time as we are going forward, we are returning.

No matter where we are, there’s a peculiar tension between our country and the world so that no matter where we are in the world, we still regard New Zealand as our home. Mark Twain wrote about us (he was referring to Dunedin) as follows: “The people are Scotch. They stopped off here on their way to Heaven thinking they had arrived.” And I have a particular affection for the way in which an early children’s writer, Esther Glen, described this country. To her, it looked like a piece of cheese which had been nibbled around by mice.

Being a New Zealander, however, is not only an exquisite dilemma; it’s also a proud one. As we travel back and forth, we add to the international inventory and, again, The Rope of Man tries to show the practical accomplishments of all our dreams. In film alone, this year we have five huge international films directed by New Zealanders: Niki Caro’s North Country, Roger Donaldson’s The World’s Fastest Invercargillian, oops, Indian, Vincent Ward’s River Queen, Andrew Adamson’s The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and Peter Jackson’s King Kong. Does it get any better than that?

In my case, I am a literary entrepreneur, not quite up there with Janet Frame, Katherine Mansfield, Frank Sargeson, James K. Baxter but, hey, it’s not for want of trying. I’m like that ram that keeps on trying to punch a hole in that dam because he’s got high hopes. A friend of mine, the writer Philip Temple was once asked to name the literary equivalent of an All Black First Fifteen. He made Maurice Gee the captain, I think he put Vincent O’Sullivan in as fullback, and somewhere in the line up are Owen Marshall, Lloyd Jones and Bill Manhire. Phillip put me in as halfback. He said I was opportunistic, fast on my feet, slippery behind the scrum and I sold the perfect dummy. I think those are meant to be compliments.

So what are New Zealand’s dreams and what are our Pacific destinies? Well, the poet Denis Glover way back in the 1960s wrote: “I do not dream of Sussex Downs or quaint old England’s quaint old towns; I think of what may yet be seen in Johnsonville or Geraldine.”

Don’t you just love that? What may yet be seen. And what I have tried to do in my own work is to write about this through a Maori family, my own, which is also a New Zealand family, and offer some solutions; I want to thank Jane, Jessica, Olivia, Mum and Dad and the family because without them I would not exist because I would have nobody to write about.

In my opinion, our New Zealand dreams today are the dreams of the Rope of Man. They are no longer just Maori dreams or Pakeha dreams. They are also the dreams of our other migrants, Polynesian, Asian, American and African in Aotearoa New Zealand. They have become blended, laminated. And the answer to “what may yet be seen” surely lies in the quality of the ideas that have been woven into the Rope. They are in the hope, the optimism, the leadership and integrity of a younger generation who should not be constrained by race, nation and location but, instead be energised by them. I see these qualities of leadership and integrity already there in the Rope – in the quality of the young men and women who are here tonight. I see them also in the quality of their mentors, my peers, all of you in the audience tonight: my tuakana, Ken Piddington, who worked for the World Bank, Ian Prior, my fearless novelist friend Fiona Kidman, Suzanne Sniveley herself and Mele and Sima.

We should not try to fetter the younger generation in the provincial and divisive thinking that keeps some of us focussed too much on our internal relationships as a bicultural or multicultural nation. We should not bring them up to accept the status quo but always to question it and improve upon it. We must encourage them to claim a role for themselves in shaping their lives and our society. We should say to them, “Go, Kiwi.” We should tell them to go into orbit. To achieve freefall. And we should tell them that the voyaging spirit of all our ancestors, all those ancestors I earlier spoke of, is in all of them and will not rest until they reach the stars.

When those ancestors landed here, from all their many countries, this was not the end of the journey. It was the beginning.

What do young New Zealanders dream about? More importantly, what should they dream about?

In the epilogue to The Rope of Man, in which a Maori New Zealander, Tom Mahana, is being interviewed by Bob Blakeney on BBC television, I try to answer this question. Tom Mahana has become a famous international television anchorman and he has just returned to London, which is now his home. This is what happens at the end of the interview:

—–Then Bob takes me between his teeth and gives a quick, violent shake. ‘So what, Tom Mahana, can Maori bring to the world?’
—–Ah well, shit happens. All my usual skills of charm and sidestepping are not going to get me out of this one. My mind is whirling as I search for an answer. I stall for time.
—–‘That’s a question to stop a charging rhinoceros in its tracks.’

My whole life flashes before me.
—–I think of Dad who, after my interview with the headmaster at Gisborne Boys High School, said to me, ‘We are of the Maori race, a race who had the indomitable courage of the undefeated.’ I think of my mother, who told me, just before I left New Zealand to come back to London, ‘We always knew you would never come back to Waituhi, son. You belong to the iwi, but your destiny has always been out in the world.’
—–Crowding into my head come all those young New Zealanders whose paths I have crossed during the past two weeks. I remember David Carruthers and his friends whom I met in the pub off Charing Cross just before I left London. Gabriella had made the observation, ‘No matter what you New Zealanders start talking about, you all end up conversing about your own country. The longing is so palpable. But it’s more than homesickness, it’s mal du pays – love of country.’
—–I think of Henrik Kruger and that beautiful group of young boys I met at my arrival at Auckland International Airport. ‘Hey boys, it’s Tom Mahana, one of the old boys of our school,’ Henrik said. Spontaneously, he gave the command, ‘Kia mau.’ Kia mau? From a blond South African boy? Next minute, the crowd cleared as the boys hunkered down into a raucous, ringing haka.
—–‘Ka mate, ka mate! Ka ora, ka ora! Ka mate, ka mate! Ka ora, ka ora! Tenei te tangata puhuruhuru nana nei I tiki mai, whakawhiti te ra.’ The ground shook, the earth roared.
—–I think of my old school mate, Michael Kavanagh, who showed me his great-great-great-great-grandmother’s bill of passage from Tilbury Docks to Port Nicholson. When we were growing up, Gisborne was like a frontier town. The population was half-Maori, half-Pakeha. Now it was blended, laminated. The lives of two peoples had become inextricably entangled so that it was predicted that within two generations every New Zealander would have some Maori blood or at least a Maori relative within the new New Zealand family.
—–I remember my old schoolteacher, Mr Grundy, reciting Allen Curnow: ‘Not I, some child, born in a marvellous year, will learn the trick of standing upright here.’
—–Had we done that? Learnt the trick of standing upright at long last? Yes, oh, yes. And no matter how wide out we went, an invisible umbilical cord would always connect us to Aotearoa. We would never be lost.
—–And I realise – with a terrible certainty – that Bob Blakeney’s question is limited. I think of that Rope of Man, te taura tangata. Not only Maori but also Pakeha are now entwined in the rope, bringing hopefully new strengths, not weaknesses, new possibilities.
—–What can I say to Bob Blakeney’s question?

‘So what, Tom Mahana, can Maori bring to the world?’ he asks again.
—–The moment is getting longer and longer. Later, I find out that it is the longest pause in the history of the BBC.
—–Dad, where are you?
—–Suddenly, I feel giddy, disoriented by my cold, the painkillers, the lights. I feel as if I am on a swingbridge strung above a raging, swollen river. I am standing in the middle, and Dad is at one end. The swingbridge is suspended in space, swaying in the wind gusting down the valley. The rain dripping from the wireframe transforms the bridge into a shivering, jewelled cobweb spun in the air. Dad waves his hand, farewell.
—–No, son, this is your watch.

Yes, this is my watch.
—–New Zealanders are taking their place in their own land and throughout the world. Wherever we meet, we cry, sing and chant our songs through a hostile universe and, when we gather together, it is like a tribe around a campfire telling our stories of the iwi to each other. We are a great diaspora of brilliant innovative young minds whom New Zealand has educated and raised. To what purpose, if not for us to go back out into the world with all our entrepreneurial skills, the same skills that brought our forebears to New Zealand in the first place? Go, Kiwi.
—–I realise I have become an emissary of Aotearoa. I must speak for all of us from our fortress far to the south. What do young Kiwis dream about? What dreams are there ahead?

When they come, the words of my reply to Bob Blakeney are oracular, filled with inner meaning and power.
—–‘All Maori and all New Zealanders jointly bring an example of what can be achieved in terms of excellence, equity and justice to mankind. In our own country we are showing that it is possible to resolve issues of blood, race, ancestry and identity. Internationally, we bring a certain grit, determination, moral compass and integrity to the world’s future.’
—–Yes, that’s it. But more is required of me. In my ears, my father’s voice rings across the years.
—–Yes, son, yes. Whaia te iti kahurangi. Me te tuohu koe, me me te tuho ki te maunga teitei. Tell them. Tell them all. Give them their blessing.
—–My nerves hold. New Zealanders are still in the process of becoming. The next great transformation is about to begin. Dreamers, awake.
—–I smile at Bob Blakeney and say to him:
—–‘We bow only to the highest mountain.’

Ladies and gentlemen, friends and colleagues, thank you so much for making me the New Zealander I have become and for the privilege of your company over the last thirty five years.

E hara i te mea no inaianei e te iwi e
No na tupuna tuku iho tuku iho e.

Witi Ihimaera

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Fixing El Capitan wifi issues

After installing El Capitan, I noticed somehow my wireless networking was broken, in the sense that (a) iTunes couldn’t reach any of my speakers plugged into Airport Expresses, (b) Airport Utility didn’t show any of my five wifi transmitters (a relatively new Airport Extreme base station, two older Extreme extenders, and two relatively new Express extenders).

The following fix seems to have worked. It is reblogged from  http://osxdaily.com/2015/10/16/fix-wi-fi-problems-mac-os-x-el-capitan/ for OS X Daily by Paul Horowitz:-

Though Apple has largely resolved the wi-fi issues that persisted in some Macs with prior OS X releases, some users with OS X El Capitan may encounter wireless networking issues after updating to the latest OS X release. Typically the wi-fi problems are in the form of dropping connections or strangely slow speeds, and the good news is they’re usually an easy fix.

For most Mac users who are experiencing issues with wi-fi connections in OS X El Capitan, simply ditching old preference files, followed by creating a new network location with custom DNS settings and an MTU change is enough to resolve whatever wi-fi problems they may have had. This is a multi-step process but not particularly difficult.

You’re going to be deleting a few system level preference files and creating a new network location. Before getting started, you should start and complete a backup of the Mac with Time Machine. Don’t skip backups.

Trash Existing Wi-Fi Preferences in OS X to Start Fresh

    1. Create a new folder on your Desktop called ‘wifi prefs backup’ or something obvious
    2. Turn off Wi-Fi from the menu item in the upper right corner of OS X
    3. Go to the Finder (the smiley face icon in the Dock), and hit Command+Shift+G to bring up the Go To Folder command, choose the following path exactly:

/Library/Preferences/SystemConfiguration/

    1. Hit return to go to that folder, then locate and select the following files:

com.apple.airport.preferences.plist
com.apple.network.identification.plist
com.apple.wifi.message-tracer.plist
NetworkInterfaces.plist
preferences.plist

Trash old network prefs

  1. Move all of these files into the folder you created in step 1 on the desktop (you can also delete them if you’re confident and have made a backup)
  2. Reboot the Mac
  3. Turn on Wi-Fi from the wireless network menu again in the upper right corner of OS X

If your wi-fi works now, great, but for most users, you’re not quite finished yet! Now you need to create a new custom network location.

Create a New Wi-Fi Network Location with Custom DNS

    1. Quit any open apps that are using wi-fi or networking (Chrome, Safari, Mail, etc)
    2. Go to the  Apple menu and select “System Preferences”
    3. Choose the “Network” control panel, then choose Wi-Fi from the list on the left side
    4. Click the “Location” menu and select “Edit Locations”, then click the [+] plus button to create a new location, giving the new location an easily identifiable name like “Fixing My WiFi” and click “Done” to add it

Create new network location in OS X

    1. Next to “Network Name” join the wi-fi network and authenticate with the router password as usual
    2. Next, select the “Advanced” button in the lower corner of Network preferences, then go to the “TCP/ IP” tab, choose “Renew DHCP Lease”

Renew DHCP

    1. Next go to the “DNS” tab, and on the left side “DNS Servers” list, click the [+] plus button to add a new DNS server* – I use 8.8.8.8 and 8.8.4.4 for Google DNS but you can choose whatever you want

Custom DNS to fix wi-fi speed issues

    1. Next, choose the “Hardware” tab, then next to ‘Configure’ choose “Manually”
    2. Change “MTU” to “Custom” and set the MTU number to 1453, then click on “OK”

Set some custom MTU settings for the magic wi-fi fix

  1. Finally, choose the “Apply” button to set your network changes

* If you’re not sure what DNS to use, you can find the fastest DNS servers for your situation with a benchmarking utility. Typically the fastest servers are Google DNS and OpenDNS, but results may vary per region.

Now wireless connectivity should be working flawlessly in OS X, and back at full speed. Try things out by navigating around the web, doing a speed test, and just using the internet as usual.

The solution outlined above almost always works to resolve wireless networking issues in OS X, particularly if they occur after updating to a new version of system software or a point release.

Additional Wi-Fi Troubleshooting Tips

If you’re still having trouble with wi-fi in OS X 10.11 or later, try the following:

Have you had wi-fi issues or speed problems with OS X El Capitan? Did this work to resolve them for you? Let us know in the comments, or if you had another solution, let us know that too!

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Removing LogMeIn detritus

I needed to remove LogMeIn detritus from Mum’s computer after their lowest level product went uberexpensive instead of free.  The following solution is reblogged from http://techenvy.com/hack/how-to-get-rid-of-logmein-on-your-mac-if-youve-deleted-the-app:-

So here’s how to kill log me in completely and remove it from your Mac if you no longer have the app file installed:

First off you may need to force quit the program if it’s in your menu bar but not playing nice.

You can run Activity Monitor, select ‘logmein’ and kill it with the X at upper left, then do the same with ‘LogMeIn Menubar’

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Now go into your HD / Library (not the library in your user folder, but the one in the root of Macintosh HD)

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Now delete anything you find with the name ‘LogMeIn’, this will probably be two folders: ‘LogMeIn‘ and ‘LogMeIn Plugin‘.

Almost there, just a few more places to clean up!

There are a couple of subfolders you need to look into in the Library folder, so scroll down and first find the folder labeled ‘LaunchAgents

In that folder delete everything that says ‘logmein’

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And just below that folder you should find ‘LaunchDaemon’, go in there and kill everything with the magic words in it:

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That will keep it from trying to load up at your next reboot.

Having fun yet? Now, you want to go into the OTHER library (the one in your user folder)

So this will be ‘Macintosh HD>Users>[username]>Library

In there go into the ‘Preferences‘ sub folder and delete ‘com.logmein.Toolkit.plist

One more! Now go into the user library sub folder ‘Saved Application State’ and delete ‘com.logmein.Toolkit.savedState

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SBMC funny

Saturday morning breakfast cereal cartoon is epic.

I like this one on scientific writing very much.

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