Fixing a Hole
Anita Sharpe on Life
I got home last night about 10:00 and found my computer continuing to ooze memory at a rate of at least 30 megabytes a day. I've noticed some memory erosion for months, but the problem really escalated this past week.
At 10:00 on a Friday night, there was no one to call and nothing to do but try to fix it myself. It took four hours -- most of that was sorting through programs and files trying to diagnose what was most certainly an adware issue. I found a great site that lists all programs -- the good the bad and the ugly -- that might show up on your computer at start-up. In my case, the culprit turned out to be an adware program called belt.exe. Removing that and deleting all my temporary files, where belt.exe was apparently dumping massive amounts of junk, restored an astounding 6 gigabytes of memory to my system.
I never thought I would write such a geeky paragraph as the one above. A year ago I probably couldn't have told the difference between a megabyte and a gigabyte. But figuring out this problem and fixing it myself felt good, sort of like first learning to ride a bike as a kid. It tapped the freedom and self-sufficiency zones of the brain.
I recently met with a wealthy company president who could afford to buy his kids anything or give them any experience the world has to offer. Instead, he was trying to teach them the difference between pleasure and satisfaction, and that the latter is better. Here's to that.