Marc
I don't know any foreign languages. So I'll say this plainly: Happy Birthing Day, Zook! Turning 26 is like turning a page in an old book. Be careful with what you find on the other side. Trust me, I've turned 26 before. We shall brew ... and soon.
In Other News:
Am alone, still in Pontiac IL, watching Malcolm X on HBO. Autobiography of Malcolm X is one of my all-time top five books. Read it at 14 in the back of my parents' minivan (the Kid Van to those in the know) on a trip down to Disneyworld. Had a used copy with no back cover. Within the next year the movie came out. I bought an "X" hat from JCPenney in Kankakee, and wore it maybe twice. Got strange looks. Felt like I was down with the cause for having read a book - that's one of the things that I like most about reading.
I wasn't getting through to the internet a short while ago. My wireless card was working, I was receiving a signal, yet I was not being assigned an IP address. I called down to the front desk and was told that it must be the weather. That's the best she could do. Internet isn't working? she asks. Must be the weather. It's windy, you know. I know. So, wish I could help you. Yes, thanks. I hang up the phone, fiddle with my computer for a few more minutes, get more upset (thinking that I'll be sitting on a bed all night with no internet, with no way to write, to surf, to seek, and so on) until I get so fed up I decide to head downstairs. I pose as a computer technician - a half-truth, really. I ask if it would be alright if I looked at the mainframe. The desk attendant - same one I talked to on the phone - agrees. I head into the back room, look around for a minute and notice an unplugged cable. I talk in network-speak for a few minutes, plug the cable back in, watch the WAN line flash*, and say, Well, I guess it just must be the weather. Sure is windy out there, she says. Sure is.
Marc's All-Time Top Five Books: Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X; Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace; Underworld by Don DeLillo; Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien; and, Watership Down by Richard Adams**.
* WAN = Wide Area Network = Connection to the outside world = the reason my computer was not getting assigned an IP address = fucking problem
** Tough choice. I remember reading it as a kid and not being able to put it down. I remember recommending this book to all of my friends, and being amazed at the depth of writing w/r/t the lives of rabbits. Simple rabbits. But there were a few other candidates for this choice, and it was tough to turn them down: Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (nobody does more enjoyable postmodern fiction than KVJ); Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak (hey, it's a fucking book, too); A Different Mirror by Ronald Takaki (Scoot's right - it is better than A People's History...; and, The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (a bible to Tolkien dorks across the world).
I don't know any foreign languages. So I'll say this plainly: Happy Birthing Day, Zook! Turning 26 is like turning a page in an old book. Be careful with what you find on the other side. Trust me, I've turned 26 before. We shall brew ... and soon.
In Other News:
Am alone, still in Pontiac IL, watching Malcolm X on HBO. Autobiography of Malcolm X is one of my all-time top five books. Read it at 14 in the back of my parents' minivan (the Kid Van to those in the know) on a trip down to Disneyworld. Had a used copy with no back cover. Within the next year the movie came out. I bought an "X" hat from JCPenney in Kankakee, and wore it maybe twice. Got strange looks. Felt like I was down with the cause for having read a book - that's one of the things that I like most about reading.
I wasn't getting through to the internet a short while ago. My wireless card was working, I was receiving a signal, yet I was not being assigned an IP address. I called down to the front desk and was told that it must be the weather. That's the best she could do. Internet isn't working? she asks. Must be the weather. It's windy, you know. I know. So, wish I could help you. Yes, thanks. I hang up the phone, fiddle with my computer for a few more minutes, get more upset (thinking that I'll be sitting on a bed all night with no internet, with no way to write, to surf, to seek, and so on) until I get so fed up I decide to head downstairs. I pose as a computer technician - a half-truth, really. I ask if it would be alright if I looked at the mainframe. The desk attendant - same one I talked to on the phone - agrees. I head into the back room, look around for a minute and notice an unplugged cable. I talk in network-speak for a few minutes, plug the cable back in, watch the WAN line flash*, and say, Well, I guess it just must be the weather. Sure is windy out there, she says. Sure is.
Marc's All-Time Top Five Books: Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X; Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace; Underworld by Don DeLillo; Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien; and, Watership Down by Richard Adams**.
* WAN = Wide Area Network = Connection to the outside world = the reason my computer was not getting assigned an IP address = fucking problem
** Tough choice. I remember reading it as a kid and not being able to put it down. I remember recommending this book to all of my friends, and being amazed at the depth of writing w/r/t the lives of rabbits. Simple rabbits. But there were a few other candidates for this choice, and it was tough to turn them down: Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (nobody does more enjoyable postmodern fiction than KVJ); Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak (hey, it's a fucking book, too); A Different Mirror by Ronald Takaki (Scoot's right - it is better than A People's History...; and, The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (a bible to Tolkien dorks across the world).
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home