It’s so late that it’s early. It’s perfectly quiet except the sound of my clunky old PC whirring away, but still very peaceful. As inconvenient it is at times to live so far from the centre of town, the incredible serenity up on the mountain more than makes up for it. Yeah, so it’s late. It’s not that I can’t sleep – that’s not a problem that I have, in fact I can fall asleep ‘anywhere anytime anyplace’ (Cary Grant voice, you know… His Girl Friday) – as much as I feel there are better things to do. Like this for instance. A kind of active meditation; hey when the brain wants to write, the brain wants to write. I just show up to do the typing… and this must be said, my brain should have chosen a different pair of hands for this task as I just cannot type. Not that it would come out much faster if I could; considering how much mid-sentence editing I do, perhaps the speed is appropriate. So hey, I bought the MacBook Air. I’m using it this very second as a matter of fact. And I love it, it’s beautiful. (Comma slice comma shmlice.). But more than that I feel that it loves me. Not that I’m a needy guy, not at all actually – hey I’m 37 and never been married, there’s your proof so cut me some slack, but that the Mac experience is just one of craft and care. I’m not going to review the machine from a tech pov; you wouldn’t come here for that anyhow, but as a relatively new mac user, it has to be observed that every single fricken thing either with the hardware itself or with the user interface or how the software works, whatever it is, has been desiiiiigned. And carefully so. The whole experience is just very sophisticated and as someone with an immense appreciation for beauty, it is really satisfying to have this thing at your hands. Or at my hands, or better yet, IN my hands. I bought the machine to be mobile. Well that’s my alibi. The real reason I bought it is because my reptilian part of my brain really really REALLY wanted it, especially after I first saw it and played with it at the store. Fell in love and I had to have it. Reminds me of that Costanza line: ‘We’re collectors. We see objects of great beauty.. and we must have them.’ My reptilian was driving me nuts: buy the thing! buy the thing! buy the thing. Incessantly. And I did. Gladly. And I am not disappointed. At all. But at least part of the intent was yes, to be mobile. Oh hey, birds chirping now. The thing is that the whole getting up, getting presentable and then travelling to a workplace, such as say an office, where other people happen to be (nothing really against other people, but hey, they’re not you, so they have their own thing going on, and it rarely is in perfect harmony with what you have going on, non? Oui?) and then doing ‘work’ is a sucker’s game. You know, I think you really have to either suck it up and say, you know what, yes, dammit, I’m a company man, or you suck it up and say well hey, I’m doing this because I’m getting X out of it, or you say, Um yeah, ok, I’m not a company man, and this nonsense has to come to an end. Working for somebody else is a ridiculous waste of time and energy and it’s no way to consume your life. My objective is to escape it. Escape 9 to 5. The MacBook Air then becomes a tool for um, help me out here, self-um, not emancipation, but I’m thinking more like facilitating the ‘propelling oneself’ you know into something else. Fuck, that was ridiculous. But you know what I mean. And this is what I want. And as a matter of fact I have a plan and as a matter of fact I’ve been working on it. In the evenings. It involves me, my pretty new computer and some writing. Further explanation forthcoming.  Kind of excited about it.

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