All know how to change more or less straightforward application icons in Mac OS X. However, there are some icons that we are always visible in our office and whose alteration is not so easy, the bar menus.
So, let’s see how to change the icons on the menu bar of Mac OS X applications resident, easily and with an example. Before we begin, we explain a little what these icons and to serve: Used to show the user applications on which residents can interact. There are residents of the system applications, including selection of Wi-Fi Airport, the administrator of battery, clock or even Spotlight. And then there are those that each user is installed, such as Evernote, Dropbox, Remote Buddy … The particularity of these icons is that they can have several states. For example, a mail notifier picture change if we mail or otherwise, or for example the implementation of Dropbox has different icons to indicate which is being updated in the cloud, for example. We can change only one of these icons, but to be consistent, we should change them all. Let’s see how.
Left Xi’an for Xiahe, via Lanzhou; a 16 hour trip involving an overnight train and a bus journey, about 100 miles SW of Lanzhou. I originally intended on coming here for the Lantern Festival, but as it is a small Tibetan town with one of the most important monasteries, the Labrang Monastery, changed it to take in the Tibetan New Year festivities. After wandering around taking all the sights during the day, and making friends and swapping email addresses with a monk who had a better mobile phone than I got, headed for the monastery on the second night. There must have been about 2,500 people crammed into a small courtyard in front of the temple. Hung back from the front with the other sightseers (6 or 7 Chinese), when the crowd started to surge forward. Obviously this is where the action was happening and so decided to join in and managed to squeeze myself to the front. I wasn’t even sure what was at the end of all this, but it seemed good fun. Once at the front saw what was happening. A line of Tibetan pilgrims was passing along the front of the temple paying their respects to each of the sculptures fronting each of the seven pillars. But between the pilgrims and us, the crowd, were the ‘enforcers’, some monks and locals there to hold back the crowd and try to organize things so that everything smoothly. As the crowd crept forward ever closer to the temple front so the ‘enforcers’ beat us back with either the sleeves of their coats or with sticks. And so we ebbed and flowed for about an hour, although time flew by, managing to avoid being hit. But only for so long though, I got whacked across my back (still sore after two days), but as everyone else was taking it all with good spirits so did I, but did it hurt. Finally after a while at the front, and convincing a monk that we were really brothers as we both had bald heads, he let me through. So there I was right at the front with the pilgrims passing by the sculptures paying my respects, even having a joke with some of the monks about my hair style, mind you I think the joke was probably on me! The sculptures resembled a 3D version of a Buddhist Thanka (religious painting) but were in fact all made from yak butter, amazing. All too quickly it was over and so was the fun. Although got a hit with a big stick, it was great fun, ebbing and flowing with the crowd and away from the tourists. Although all this fun must have an effect on my head, for as I climb the second flight of stairs to my room,I realized nothing looked familiar. Not only was I not in my hostel, but was in someones private house! Made a quick U-turn, and uttered growling apologies to the totally bemused owner as I departed. A lot of people seem to think that the hairs on my arms are fake and try to pull them off, it starting to get a little sore now. The one down side is the food, Tibetans are lovely people, but yak and noodles (fried or in a soup) is proving to be too much for me. I had six weeks of it when I was in Mongolia and it broke me then – the Gobi desert, rabid dogs and possible outbreak of plague I could handle but not the food. After a while you start to smell of yak fat, not nice. I was planning to go to Jiayuguan tomorrow, 15th, but have been invited to a birthday party so leave on 16th instead.