Wow.
Over the past two weeks, 1) my iPod died; 2) my new laptop died; and 3) my old laptop's hard drive developed a throbbing case of bad sectors and died.
The iPod is toast, making terrible crunching noises deep within its wee innards. I've had it less than two years. Mr. Jobs? I am unimpressed. My new laptop, still under warranty, is in a box on its way from California to Memphis, where the good people at FedEx will put it onto another plane and send it back to California so that the Compaq people can replace the system board. That's just how they do things. My old laptop--well on its way to being the toughest most badass piece of tech I've ever owned, having survived 2,000 miles in a pannier as well as two near-death experiences--has been resurrected, and I'm using it to write to you now from what seems to be an opium den on the outskirts of Kau Lung.
Anyway: I continue to muddle through, apparently, despite the demigods of technology having a good hefty fart in my general direction.
Onwards, upwards, and a bit to the left!
