Category Archives: nerd

Wii-dow

I bought the BH a Wii that some­one at work ended up not need­ing, and I am well on my way to becom­ing a Wii-dow even before he’s done set­ting the thing up.  Every­thing that comes out of the box gets its name announced (“The Wii Con­troller Bar”) and as it’s assem­bled, its place­ment viis-a-viis the other Wii com­po­nents is explained.  I have now heard all about why this setup, intu­itive, clearly labeled, and not too many steps, is the opti­mum com­bi­na­tion of steps.  Yiikes.

My hus­band, the pack­ag­ing mate­ri­als Giik.

Our new precious

Our lap­top has been kaput.  Stone dead.  Not rest­ing.  Demised, bereft of life, off the twig, shuf­fled off the techno coil, kicked the bucket, and joined the choir elec­tronic.  Our lap­top is no more.  It has ceased to be.  It has expired, and gone to meet its maker.  It is push­ing up the techno-daisies.  Dead.  D-e-a-d.  In all, it is an ex-laptop.  After eight years, no RAM mem­ory left, and three power adapters, it became sense­less to try to order a fourth adapter, a bat­tery, and more mem­ory– all things we’d need before we could con­tinue this blog­ging and writ­ing and pho­tograph­ing obses­sion.  Instead, we’ve been using the BH’s almost equally obso­lete iMac desk­top.  The hor­ror, peo­ple, we tell you, the hor­ror.  Shar­ing a com­puter– a Mac­in­tosh, even.  (J/K, I have noth­ing against Macs, I just pre­fer PCs).  Not hav­ing 24 hour access to wi-fi and news and blogs.  We think it’s the rea­son for our recent depres­sion, yes, pre­cious, we do.  (Right.  Eas­ier to blame it on that than self-care, right?)

Any­way.  We’d like to intro­duce you to our new, shiny, 13.3 inch, 4 pound new bun­dle of joy.  We haven’t named it yet, but we’re tak­ing sug­ges­tions.  “Our pre­cious?”  Fine for the first post, but a lit­tle creepy there­after. As Mobutu in Zoolan­der said, “It’s BEAUTIFUL.”

Geeks rising

Paul Krug­man has an inter­est­ing col­umn in the NYT about this elec­tion and geek civ­i­liza­tion– he uses the term “cul­ture,” but in the con­text of the arti­cle, and con­sid­er­ing the ways in which geeks com­mune, shar­ing infor­ma­tion and iden­tity on the inter­net, I think “civ­i­liza­tion” more prop­erly cap­tures the con­trast with anti-intellectuals who dis­dain indi­vid­ual thinkers, and who pre­fer dem­a­goguery to democ­racy.  Geeks don’t nec­es­sar­ily care if you think some­thing dif­fer­ent than us; we just care that you think.

Yay, again!

First I get paid to write about cof­fee shops.  Then, I get paid to go gro­cery shop­ping and find new sources for my Mid­dle East­ern herbs and spicesAnd I have two more round-ups on the cof­fee shops to do– hey, Boston’s a big town!

Remind me again why the hell I went to law school?

Love Thursday

Old friends.

There’s noth­ing quite like them. I do love a new book, at the kitchen table, on the sofa, in my bag for on the train, in line, at lunch. But some­times, what I need is my dog-eared, water-marked from tub read­ing old friends– the kind of old friends you buy backup copies of, if you can, because you know that binding’s going to go any day now. And the old friends are there for me– when I’m sick, when I’m lonely, when I’m feel­ing mis­un­der­stood, before bed to ensure com­fort­able dreams.

I sup­pose it says some­thing that my favorite books are all fan­tasies about intel­li­gent char­ac­ters who feel lonely and are look­ing for some­thing com­plet­ing, but the fact that they find theirs always reas­sures me that I can find mine.

The solace of read­ing is some­thing that can be hard to describe in words. Susan Car­lin did it in paint, a piece called “After­noon Flight” that she recently posted on her blog.

Happy Love Thurs­day. For more links to other LT’ers, fol­low this link to Shut­ter Sis­ters.