Fix the 1015 error loop and get back your jailbroken iPhone 3GS/iPod Touch 2G (Mac)

Did you just jailbreak and unlock your iPhone 3GS only to accidentally destroy all your hard work by pressing the update button? Stuck in an endless loop of 1015 error messages and inescapable recovery mode? Fear not! I have found the answer…

Read the instructions in full before trying the steps.

Disclaimer: This guide for educational purposes only. So, try it at your own risk. I can NOT be held responsible if anything goes wrong. Please read through the instructions before implementing.

Download iOS 4.1 (iPhone2,1_4.1_8B117_Restore.ipsw)

Download RedSn0w 0.9.6b4

Download RecBoot

Step 1. Plug in your iPhone and launch iTunes and RecBoot.

Step 2. In iTunes, Press and hold Option and click on the restore button. This will allow you to choose the iPhone2,1_4.1_8B117_Restore.ipsw file as your firmware.

ATTENTION: iOS 4.1 will update your baseband which is not reversible. It will void your warranty, and you will not be able to update or recover the phone to any other iOS.

Step 3. Let iTunes and the iPhone go through the sequence. They will still display the 1015 error message, but this is not a problem.

Step 4. In RecBoot, press the Exit Recovery button. This will bring your iPhone to a Emergency State… where you still see the “connect with iTunes” image on your iPhone screen, but you would be able to make emergency calls.

Step 5. Launch RedSn0w.

Step 6. Click Browse, and choose the iPhone2,1_4.1_8B117_Restore.ipsw as the file you want to use. If your iPhone is of the new OS (most likely, yes) confirm it.

Step 7. Now select your desired options. Make sure that at least Install Cydia is selected. Now hit Next button.

Step 8. RedSn0w will ask you to turn off your device. Hold down the Power button until the red slider comes on and turn off the phone. When it’s off and plugged in, hit the Next button.

Step 9. Follow the on screen instructions. At this point it may simply go through the sequence, but in case it doesn’t you’ll be instructed to put your device into DFU mode.

On iPhone hold down Power button for 3 seconds,

without releasing Power button, hold Home for 10 seconds,

without releasing Home button, release Power button and hold Home button for 30 seconds.

Step 10. Once your device goes into DFU mode, RedSn0w will start jailbreaking it. Once done, you can find the Cydia icon on your iPhone 3G home screen.

You should be fixed, out of the loop and done. If you want to re-Unlock your phone simply follow these instructions.

Whatever you do after this, just make sure not to press the update button when you plug in your iPhone, or else you’ll have to go through these steps all over again.


Donald Trump – Class Warfare

I don’t think most people in comfortable living situations truly have any idea what an economic crisis is. They complain about having to pay more for gas, or plane tickets, or taxes because the small things are their biggest problems.

An economic crisis isn’t an inconvenience. It’s families struggling to feed their kids, thousands having to quit school to earn enough money to keep a roof over their heads, it’s living with 12 other people in a single room and whoring yourself out on the street just to get formula for your baby.

The classes have never been more disparate. The middle ground is disappearing as the rich get richer, and everyone earning less than 70,000 dollars a year is joining the ranks of those who earn less than 20,000. The charity of man is being weeded out, voted down and budget cut.

I can’t think of anyone better to lead the greedy, power hungry, trickle down, evolutionary economists than a man like Donald Trump. He is the god of stepping on the little guy, brutality over charity and doublespeak and distraction before any semblance of honesty. He has kicked his way to the top and has yet to advertise his own plan for the future, but rather likes to spend his time bashing the president and turning every silly little insignificant detail into a issue of massive national security.

If you truly believe that Trump is what this company…. sorry, country needs, then by all means, vote to give this corporate overlord all the power he needs to ensure that no one who needs help will ever get it again. Personally, I’d like to side with the guy who has to swim against the Republican torrential stream to get anything done, but has still fulfilled so many of his campaign promises. The man who created jobs for road workers, initiated energy changes, tried to help the disabled, the old and overworked single moms to get health insurance and basic living conditions and managed to still keep his sense of humor. But thats just me.

Money Mail

So after checking my mail nearly constantly for the past month, everything I had been waiting for arrived on the same day.

1. My Debit card – finally, I’ve been waiting for 2 weeks

2. My Background Check Info – basically just said that the credit company doesn’t have any record of my social security number, so my number receives an incomplete when verification is attempted. I am planning on calling the company on Mon to discuss these issues, and try and understand them. As a result of this report, I have tried to find out my credit score, or verify the number myself, but with no luck.

3. A strange letter from Ameren (my power company) telling me that they were owing me $154 for apparently no reason at all. This is a direct result of my housing establishment removing responsibility and giving it to me. I’m pretty sure that kind of switch that costs me that much money should be illegal.

So basically, despite the promise of maybe getting a job decorating cakes at Walmart (interview No. 2 on Mon!) or working at CVS, I’m not even sure what the background check means, and it could cost me every job until I get the situation resolved. I’ve been filling out applications galore, exercising, eating right, turning off lights when I’m not using them and recording my income in a budget book and even trying to keep plants alive, but it seems all in vain.

Being responsible and living alone is now costing me far more money than previously anticipated, to such a crazy, exorbitant amount that I’m not certain I can survive in the real world without my parent’s help.

Not only that, but I still have an old power bill unpaid, no job to pay anything, and NO idea how much the new power bill is going to cost per month (considering AC costs in the summer and the fact that I’m no longer sharing the bill. I need a money miracle.

The Great Job Hunt

Well, the main goal right now is to get a job that will pay me a regular paycheck. My parents have made a deal with me that they will keep giving me enough money to live on until I get a job, as long as I fill out 10 applications a week. The issue is, since this is the deal, I feel like some of the applications I would normally have done and turned in right now, despite that the locations are not hiring right now, I’m putting off. Since I’ve already reached my 10 application quota, I’m afraid I’ll run out of places to hire me/the will to keep on filling out the same useless information for places that won’t be hiring for months.

Currently, over ten potential employers know my social security number, by next week it will be 20. Of the potential 50 or so applications I may fill out before I get a job (or more), how many of them will call me for an interview? How many will even consider hiring me since I am a fairly messy, disorganized and opinionated person.

I’ve filled out 8 employment aptitude tests in the past 4 days, and I keep on changing my answers, because I’m not sure what the right answer is. Do I say I’m messy when I’m trying really hard to be more neat? Do I say I have no regrets? How can anyone say they’ve NEVER said anything that has hurt another individual in some way? I feel like all of my weaknesses come to light through the painful repetition of questions.

I wish I could just say: I am not a neat person. I am very talkative, opinionated and lack a certain level of tact. I do not always love everything in my life, and things can get me down. I am loud, I am sometimes unhappy, I don’t always try my very hardest and I don’t work at super light speed. I am not the “perfect employee”, but I will love whatever job I’m given and will keep working hard, because it will give me money for food, and interaction with people on a daily basis, and afford me greater freedom from my financial burdens, and my parents.

If only employers would ask us questions about what we expect of ourselves, how hard we try and overcome our inadequacies, instead of asking us all our weaknesses, no matter how humiliating or embarrassing. I am only 21 years old, and I have too many faults that I have not learned to overcome yet, but damned if I don’t try every day to do something better. Put away a plate, fill out an application, listen for once instead of talking, appreciate people for who they are and the hardships they are going through, instead of expecting them to exist and work purely for your own comfort and gain.

I try and improve myself every day, and the reason I won’t get hired is that I’m not there yet. I’m not yet perfect. Why would you want me to be?

The Day from Hell

Now this day was in no way the worst day of my life. I’ve had days where I was sicker, busier and had more shit happen to me. This one just happened to be on the first day of finals week, in a thunderstorm, at midnight, in the rain.

The day started innocuously enough. I languorously waked from happy dreams with a slight tickle in my throat and sat up to greet the morning in song. Much to my surprise, however, I found my voice was incapable of producing anything more than a strained growl. I instantly turned from sleepy stupor to panic. My juries were tomorrow! How was I to sing in them if I had no voice?

With white-board and marker in hand, I ran over to the music building to tell my voice teacher, who sent me to the nurse’s office, which was closed for the lunch hour. I spent the waiting time stitching a pair of torn hikama pants. The nurse gave me no more information than I already had. My throat was sore… I was given ibuprofen and numbing lozenges and told it was not infected.

I ran back to the music building to check out a pair of cameras for a video shoot that evening, to turn in my peer evaluation for an Ethnomusicology and to work for an hour before my 6pm final. Even getting to my final involved driving my car back and forth between the same two parking lots over the course of ten minutes. By this time it had begun to rain lightly, causing my sandaled feet to shiver in agony.

After the final, I drove my friend to grab the cameras I had left at my apartment, changed my shoes and grabbed the 21 pizzas he had ordered from Domino’s for our aikido dinner. I had barely enough time to go over the filming schedule for the night, grab a slice of pizza and publish a website before we were all running over to the Fine Arts center with the gear, cast and props.

The filming went surprisingly well, considering my laryngitic status, the complete unfamiliarity with the ancient cameras we were using and the constant miscommunication between people. We actually managed to get most of the filming done in the time we were allotted with only a couple separately located scenes left to film. Star trek meets aikido has never been more epic. By the end of the session, I was beyond parched, exhausted and a little cranky, so I loaded the cameras into my car and headed home. The moment I exited the building, the thunder-clapped clouds began pelting down golf ball sized raindrops.

I was just getting my gear out of my car and had retrieved the cameras from the trunk when I realized I had locked my keys in the car, and myself out of my own apartment.
The next hour involved calling AAA and Security during a thunderstorm, at midnight, in the rain (in a locked and gated community) and having them let me into my apartment and my car. The walk back home left my pants soaked to the knees, my brain dead and my body too tired to care.

I hope you had a better day than I.

A Cappella Beat Down

On public television, there isn’t a large amount of viewers. So, to boost their numbers for one night WILL public tv organized an A Capella competition between local singing groups. There were eight groups competing for the “coveted” prize – a trophy and some studio time.
As one of two people who was certified to drive school vans, I was given the responsibility of driving 12 people an hour there and back. Now, I haven’t driven a car in a year, let alone a top heavy van filled with people, so I was understandably pretty nervous. If not for my friend Alex, I might not have made it back. But I digress.
The competition took up most of Monday night, involving a carousel of rounds and waiting and strangers and free water. There were actually a lot of cool groups there, and BluBop traveled with the Tone Rangers, who are from our school’s mens choir, so we weren’t fighting alone. As predicted, we did not win, although Tone Rangers were in first for a while on the online and phone votes.
On the way home, at 10 at night, in the dark and foggy streets of Champaign, we started to get lost. It was like traveling with 12 navigators, all yelling to turn left, or right, when you can barely see ten feet in front of you.

Imagine this... but at night.

Even when we finally found the freeway, I had no idea where the road was going. I was driving blind at 65 miles an hour while the van partied behind me. The mist completely shielded any view further than 15 feet, making me feel brief moments of panic, and occasionally convincing myself that we had driven nowhere at all, and that we would drive on this road forever, in purgatory.

Ok… so we made it home alright, although I left my phone in the van, and Safety and Secutriy had to go and grab it for me. Everyone had a chance to bond in the back seat, and I survived the night. I guess thats the best I can hope for.

The Seven Stages of Grief

Apparently, it is a widely accepted perspective that everyone goes, in some degree, through the seven stages of grief. Although Depression may permeate the entire process, the stages are as follows:

Shock or Disbelief
Acceptance and Hope

I feel like I spent a fair amount of time in denial, skipped right over guilt and went straight to anger and depression, but sometimes it’s hard to tell whats going on even in myself.
I spend most days in a fairly good mood, with lots of plans and classes to distract myself, projects in the works, analysis of management techniques and self help books. However, when the evening rolls around and I have nothing left to distract myself, my true thoughts tend to be more telling of my mood. I have so far gone only one day without bawling at night, and I broke that record yesterday.
I find it strange the sorts of things that can cause me to simply break down. Initially it was wanting the whole thing back, to go back to how it was and erase the past couple days, then it was the fact that he chose someone else over me, and now it seems to be righteous anger over the fact that he seems to be completely happy while I’m miserable (this coming from someone who claimed to care about my feelings). The fact that he regains every aspect of his life save me, and I lose everything including him seems so unfair that as angry as I am, I still end up crying.

I feel like I’m getting better, sometimes. I just wish I knew when I’d stop being so hung up on this whole situation and feel like I can move on with my life.