I'm going to have to take my Mac in for servicing…a potential issue with the hard drive, which Apple alerted me to and will be paying for, though thankfully, has caused no problems to date. The switch only takes a couple of days—mostly data upload and download—which means I'll be computer-less (ughhhh!) and thus likely not posting before Wednesday.
Not that this is earth-shattering news, nor my computer and schedule even mildly interesting…except maybe to me.
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It's earth shattering to us....
Robin…
It's certainly nice of you to say so and make me feel good. Thank you.
What was earth-shattering to me was taking my Mac to the shop, returning home…and finding out that for whatever reason, my wireless network was down and thus I couldn't browse the internet on my iPod.
Well, huh!
Then Myladylove came home and found out she couldn't browse the internet on her iPad.
OHMYGOD! THEWORLDISCOMINGTOANEND! THESKYISFALLING! THISISIT! IT'SYOURFAULT! OHMYGOD!
I just got in and hooked it up (a day after they said it would be ready)…and thank goodness everything works. I may survive after all.
It is frightening how we've changed, isn't it?
Robin…
That's the truth! And it's this utter across-the-board dependency that's so scary. We depend on computers and the internet for everything—from news to phone numbers for neighborhood pizza joints to checking on a doctor's appointment after regular office hours. Their role in our lives is pervasive; almost every aspect of our entire culture has gone digital.
Not having a working computer or internet hook-up for a few days didn't bother me as much as it did a certain unnamed member of the household…but I was beginning to wonder how I'd get my Friday columns written and submitted, seeing as how my old laptop is so ancient that most internet sites don't now recognize or work with it's prehistoric browsers. But otherwise, I'm good with reading books, listening to CDs, or sitting outside on the deck—close by the chiminea if its chilly—watching the shimmering dark river slip sibilantly along while stars spin their slow pinwheels overhead.
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