My iBook died an agonizing death this weekend. In the midst of its death throes, I managed to back up almost everything. So not too bad, considering. I'm not even sure what I've lost yet- haven't had time to parse through the backup.
Replacement options. iBook part two? Or a MacBook Pro?
I had to go with the MacBook Pro, so I am now typing on a lovely 15 inch widescreen MacBook Pro. It's very pretty, but incredibly doesn't come with AppleWorks any more. There is no actual word processing app on the silly thing. So now I need to decide whether I should break down and actually pay for AppleWorks (this seems somehow wrong) or I can seek out an acceptable alternative. I'm just a little baffled that Apple wants more money out of me after I just shelled out about $2k for this little beauty. Wouldn't it be nice if they could just give me what I want?
I guess that's life.
School is going famously. I have far too much work to do in far too short of a time. (This resulting from this past weekend's desperate attempts at rescusitation of the now infamous iBook, creating a vacuum in which my scheduled homework time was sucked into, therefore creating a pile to get through this weekend, unfortunately coinciding with the L.A. Times Festival of Books).
Random list time. Three books I read this week:
Bel Canto, by Ann Patchett
Assasination Vacation, by Sarah Vowell
High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby
Thoughts- Nick Hornby seems overrated. Sarah Vowell is very funny- she seems like she'd be fun as a road trip partner. Ann Patchett's Bel Canto was good. I was, however, put off by the description of one of her other novels. Am I the only person who recoils in horror when reading the following words in a book description?
"A journey of self discovery..."
I feel a little sick right now, just thinking about it. I am aware of the strangeness of this. I just can't imagine how this is supposed to make me want to read anything such a hackneyed phrase would describe. But Bel Canto was pretty good...
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