I'm grabbing a few stolen minutes here on the website because my iMac been playing hide-and-go-seek-the Internet with me; I go seek, but he's hiding! Despite our history of great and meaningful searches together, he won't even play "load the Internet" any more or, when he does, it's often just a tease because we set out for a destination but never seem to get there. Even when we occasionally arrive together like this (assuming I will be able to post it), I'm frantic, trying to think of all of the things I need to do or say before the next time he totally denies ever having met me.
Maybe Mac's and my hard-wiring are just working at cross-purposes. They say that neurons that "fire together, wire together". Well, if "practise makes perfect" as my grandma would more clearly have put it, I'm the only one getting lots of practise.
Yes, I know I am sounding petulant. Kvesh, kvesh, kvesh. But Mac and I have been best friends for five happy years; at least I thought so. He's big and handsome. We meet every day. I still think of him as young, just ready to start school, but maybe OS X Version 10.6.8 is starting to believe his press and feeling like an old guy. If that's the case, we're both toast for I too have A Major Birthday approaching. Apparently we're both Old Age rather than New Age. What to do?
You know you're in trouble when outrageous solutions begin to sound reasonable - I have started pondering if an extra shot of electricity would help. The Atlantic Monthly has just reported new experimentation with brain enhancement which involves electrical stimulation to particular parts of the cortex. If I had any idea where Mac's brain was I would give him one good zap - CPR for the CPU?
Failing that, I shall haul him out of the studio and its stone walls to see if that helps.
HELLO!! Okay, we did that and voila!! Whoever wrote "Stone walls doth not a prison make" hadn't met Mac. We're BAAACK!
Maybe Mac's and my hard-wiring are just working at cross-purposes. They say that neurons that "fire together, wire together". Well, if "practise makes perfect" as my grandma would more clearly have put it, I'm the only one getting lots of practise.
Yes, I know I am sounding petulant. Kvesh, kvesh, kvesh. But Mac and I have been best friends for five happy years; at least I thought so. He's big and handsome. We meet every day. I still think of him as young, just ready to start school, but maybe OS X Version 10.6.8 is starting to believe his press and feeling like an old guy. If that's the case, we're both toast for I too have A Major Birthday approaching. Apparently we're both Old Age rather than New Age. What to do?
You know you're in trouble when outrageous solutions begin to sound reasonable - I have started pondering if an extra shot of electricity would help. The Atlantic Monthly has just reported new experimentation with brain enhancement which involves electrical stimulation to particular parts of the cortex. If I had any idea where Mac's brain was I would give him one good zap - CPR for the CPU?
Failing that, I shall haul him out of the studio and its stone walls to see if that helps.
HELLO!! Okay, we did that and voila!! Whoever wrote "Stone walls doth not a prison make" hadn't met Mac. We're BAAACK!
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