Just So We All Know

Macs can get viruses. And so can people.

At least we can keep each other company.

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Okay, that was brief, because it was blogged from McDonald's. The first McDonald's in the USSR in fact. A beacon of hipster hairdos, monster lines, pretty nasty McFlurries,* and free wi-fi.


Also, the place I met the awesome computer repair man today after he came to my house, picked up my laptop, took it home with him, recovered all my data, installed a new operating system, and then ran all my crap through anti-virus software to make sure this doesn't happen again. Guh.

Let's take a paragraph to note how strange it is that somebody will totally come to your house within 2 hours and do all this shit for you and then meet you at McDonald's the next day to give you your laptop back. Enh?

However, let's also take a paragraph to note that downloading and installing routine updates on a mac can in fact screw things up. As in, you can get a virus on a mac. Whaaa? Apparement, mes choux.

So, can I just say, and it is not just because I'm writing a paper about temporality, but 24 hours without a laptop makes things feel so weird. Like instead of opening a web browser, I have to stand up and walk over to the balcony and look out the actual window. And then I have to go over to the bed and lay face-down on it for a while. Then I can go back to the table, think of a phrase, and write something else on my sheet of paper with my pen. Time... feels... so... slow... when... it's... not... getting flushed down the crap hole of the internet. If only there was some way of learning that lesson.**

I've now spent over an hour downloading widgets and other software and trying to remember and re-categorize my bookmarks toolbar. It's like crack for the ocd and easily-distractable.

But, most of all, I am happy that I have not had to regurgitate my entire paper from memory. That would have been i-n-s-a-n-e.

Here's a poem that describes what would have been the outcome of that:

Heaven-Haven

a nun takes the veil

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb
And out of the swing of the sea.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Caspar David Friedrich, Monk by the Sea, 1809

Good night!

*No crumbled Heath Bars, M&Ms, Oreos, or whatever other crap I imagine goes into one of those; just chocolate, caramel, or strawberry sauce. Seriously, strawberry? Can you even imagine what that entails? I'm imagining a microwave.
**Yes, I realize how that sounds. I know.