Futile Horn

07.10.2003 - 11:01 pm (do I understand your question)

So my modem spontaneously exploded. And since it is a laptop with an integrated circuit board, surely the whole thing will need to be replaced. It took about two weeks to locate one the last time. Yeah, it has happened with this computer before. I suspect they are not made particularly well. The manufacturer warranty expired, but for reasons I didn't understand even then I've the retailer's warranty. It's nice that laptops only weigh about six pounds or so, but maintenance is a total pain in the ass for them. I haven't been paying attention to the laptop market, but my sister recently got one, and it seems to me that they've been getting a little bit larger, which would probably mean they are less likely to spontaneously explode. Not only are desktops sturdier, I’ve some concept about how to fix those.

It’s good to have an Internet connection when you can’t sleep at four in the morning. I don’t like people, but I like having people around. It gives me the vague sense that human beings can be contacted if for some reason that should become desirable. I took a long walk instead. I’ve must have walked every block around here at least a hundred times. I’m rather tired of the place.

Someone woke me up this evening to ask me to take a survey about New Yorkers’ leisure time. If I weren’t in a coma, I’d have taken it. It’d be interesting telling a complete stranger what it is I do for fun in New York.

They took away that one half hour show I actually watch every day. I’m sad. It was on Cartoon Network and you can all rot in hell.

erreto is how you say let something be damned in ancient Greek.

As I was reading Horace I was wondering why most of the poems addressed to women begin with a question or an implied question. Then I vaguely recalled a saying in Latin, “She is chaste whom no one has asked.” I was pretty sure there was another occasion where the word “ask” meant “solicit for sex”. Then just yesterday I remembered how in Greek I would often confuse the words for “ask” and those related to sex (i.e. “desire”, “lover”, etc.) because they were so similar in spelling. I am sure there is no significance to any of this, but I suspect the back of my head shall be stretching for some for a few days nevertheless.

I should have a version of that song I was bitching about last entry shortly. I might have had it tonight, but the computer I am on doesn’t have any recording software. Of course, with the build up I’ve been giving it, no one would be looking forward to it.

I’m sure there was something that I wanted to say in this entry, and I’m sure I haven’t done it. Well, so be it!

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn