I Got The Gestures And Sound, Got The Timing Down. It's Uncanny, Yeah You'd Think It Was Me.

While I was plucking songs from the digital abyss that TIAN TIAN has become, my iBook lost the ability to connect to the Internet. I don't mean that the AirPort stopped working, I mean it would not connect AT ALL. Ethernet be damned! I took it to the Apple Store yesterday, and they informed me that it was a software problem, and I needed to do a clean install. No biggie. Only not.

I discovered that Mei Xiang, my iBook, had developed some issues in regard to the hard disk. Issues that the mighty Disk Utility could not resolve. So I had to wipe the whole thing and start over with Tiger. Only Tiger doesn't come pre-equipped with AppleWorks, so I've lost that. And I'm now using TextEdit to write this. Sexy.

And I broke the power adapter for my new external drive. Is it just me? Did I develop some kind of technology-killing power in the last week? Is that my mutant ability? I guess I could be the most annoying X-Man. Codename: Luddite! Destroyer of all things digital!

I'm just starting to feel a little beat-down by technology right now. And the mess that my apartment is right now. And I know I'm not going to clean it until I move out, so it's kind of frustrating.

Speaking of moving out, I'm thinking about moving back to where I lived before I came to Norman. That's a convoluted way of saying "not moving back in with my parents, but in a house they own that happens to be next door." My heart falls at the idea, but the $1800 dollars I would save in rent could be pointed instead at a new car. And while I love the Cadillac, it is 16 years old, not very fuel-efficient and, if current trends continue, likely to be the next bit of technology that I destroy.

So now I make my peace with either living right next to my job and paying for the convenience, or living rent-free and paying for the convenience.

Also, I made a new friend this week that I won't see again until the fall. But that works out great, since there's no way in hell that I will finish my thesis this summer. My proposal meeting has been put off until next Thursday. I'm supposed to be working on my proposal right now, but I'm feeling strangely demotivated.

As weeks go, this one has been a wash so far, with the good and the bad balancing each other out to leave a nice neutral feeling: not good enough to start singing Brady Bunch Songs, not bad enough to want to cage-fight Susan Olsen. Not yet, anyway.