Monday…The day the Mac arrived…

I have had an amazing summer.  Alongside fantastic adventures have been harrowing escapades and daring-dos only the sober life can bring.  I rescues=d an AA friend from the clutches of a mean and nasty supposedly sober Irishman and she is doing better.  I made it through places I normally would not go and returned with a smile on my face and a hundred fires to put out, or so it seemed.  When I returned home two weeks ago, our fridge died.  It was 35 years old and deserves a full burial, but we opted for the quick pick-up and replacement.  Our new fridge reminds me suddenly of this new thing I have…My iMac. 

Compared to the Dell with Windows XP, this is something else.  This is elegant and lovely.  The Dell is as elegant as a brick.  It served me well, but is now so cruddy with internalized crap that it was time for a change.  Plus, the mac is better for my photography.

Now I get to load software….I cannot figure out how to put all the old bookmarks on here, though…Maybe highlight…click and drag.

Johnnyboy

The Death of Facebook…

Facebook has disabled my account.  They will not give me a reason for doing so and claim their “decision is final.”  So I googled the situation and found thousands of comments about this problem.  I am not alone.

Fuck ’em.  Maybe it’s time to actually start networking and socializing with real people anyway.  If the net ever goes down most people will be cripples with the inability to actually interact face-to-face without an electronic medium.

On better notes…I am balls-to-the-wall with work this summer.  Two classes (senior thesis and b/w darkroom), three workshops, and two short essays–all due before September 1st.  Let’s also add the NY State AA Convention at the end of July all the way on the other side of the state and my dance card is filled.

Mom is doing well and will be traveling next week to visit her family in a southern state.  She is going with my sisters so it will be a ‘girls road trip’.  I am staying here, by myself, which I am looking forward to.  Much work to do, as I have already said.

That’s it.

Johnnyboy