on the tram. where i think.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas i don't really have Christmas wishlists. but this year I definitely have a wish item. totally.
I'm no macintosh freak. Neither into the 'i' cult. people keep telling me that it wins pc handsdown. and from the try out.. it totally does. wah la.. i'm convinced.
thinking through. pretty decent pricing on design and performance balance. peaking 2ghz+ and 2gb. steve jobs was smart enough to adopt intel's core 2 duo. preinstalled ilife and knickknacks. what totally blew me away was the 30plus sec boot speed and multi tasking.. especially with the expose. too bad only 2 usb ports, limited firewire 400, weird mini-dvi output. irritating non matt screen and powerful fingerprint magnet. worst of all.. not game friendly. might have to get parrallels or boot camp. other than that i think its great for uni. minimalistic. platable. and very chic.
if no ones getting it for me. i'm getting it myself.
t
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Don't Get Around Much Anymore Turned the corner, back into work.
Duane's Sunday - his first day back to work after a weeks break - started when he was yanked from a dream, pulled out by the beep of an alarm clock followed by the same sore seizure realisation, that he'd miss Christmas day. Pretty much as sure as death and taxes. Mom asks. Friends asks. People ask. He just couldn't bother to remember much of the specifics - just a few details, unconnected - and he had a sense that there hadn't been much of a narrative to it all anyway. Let alone explain.
He glanced over and noticed Asri peering from the ajar door, like he was either planning to stick up the place or hoping to get the attention of someone. For one irrational second, there was the urge to slam the door in the face for being the constant persistant fool. But then he checked himself and remembered that Asri had looked him straight in the eye and sworn he would never disappoint in his work as a section leader. Duane laughed inside, feeling good now and swept by a sudden, odd pride at this group of men he'd built into such dynamics.
"Fine, smoke the whole pack and get the hell out."
The door swung to its full waiting glory, emerging the second figure - Andrew. He had a way of moving too quickly; you'd blink and he was on the other side of the room. This time half out of breath.
Duane felt it in him now again - that dread. that awful certainty he'd kept clenched behind a shelf in his brain.
"Intrusion?"
"No"
"Casing?"
"No"
"What?" with desperate trepidation.
"You have to see this"
A few paces out and to the right brought to the incident which stood aloft. Propped tables wrapped in green blankets. Freckled with glow-in-the-dark sticks. Memory served them right with the addition of a star made of used foam cups.
"So? What do you think?"
"Poor attempt." Duane thought to himself.
Poor attempt that gave spirits lift. Feelings that stirred was somewhat the first unspeakable Christmas gift.
t
Monday, December 17, 2007