Of late, my six-year-old Dell desktop has begun to do some strange things. Given it’s age, I’ve been functioning on borrowed time for years already, so when the latest round of problems started, I decided it was time to take action.
Amongst the various options available, I chose to spend a good chunk of change on a MacBook. I just set it up a matter of minutes ago. We’ll see how this goes. Hopefully my new-found mobility in being connected to the matrix, as it were, will not turn me into one of those Americans who reads less that four books a year. However, I was tired of sitting down in the coffee shop and having a bunch of to-do items cross my mind that could only be done at the computer. So here I am.
I don’t, as yet, have a wireless router. I might not bother with one. The ethernet works just fine at home, and the cable is long enough to reach anywhere in my apartment. I must confess, however, that I couldn’t resist trying WirelessPhiladelphia. I didn’t even know it was still around, but there it was when I turned on AirPort. I could barely get a signal, proving once again that private enterprise does everything so much better than the government.
How’s that for blurting out anarchical thoughts in the midst of otherwise mundane chatter?
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