Remember when portable computers first came out, they weighed about twenty pounds and had built in handles?
We have come full circle with this new offering from Dell.
Not surprising that I cannot find a mention of how much the thing weighs on the website.
Update: Oh for crying out loud, the thing has eight speakers. Found out it weighs eighteen (18) pounds.
If you’re ever driving down Foxhall into the District and you see a blue volvo with DC tags AL 1262—give them lots of room, as they may stop dead in the middle of the road for no apparent reason.
Thankfully, no one was hurt, but there was the potential for a lot of people to get injured tonight.
Be safe out there.
A few grains of roasted rice make it into my cup as a country singer laments his love life.
I fill the cup again, and this time, chimes erupt from the speakers. The tiny shot of tea empties into my mouth, the betterness giving way to a dry feeling on my tongue and on the roof of my mouth.
I’m in a tea lounge in Charlottesville, surrounded by college students, snow, hookahs, and tea. Here, I can imagine I’m an expatriate in some faux foreign county—or at least some american perception of one. With hookahs, buddhist paraphenalia, rattan furniture, and track lighting set on low with yellow gels.
I wait as the shot of tea cools and I watch as the steam slowly rises from the top of the tiny ceramic cup. I lift the lid and see that I need at least one other person to finish the pot.
A twenty minute alarm pulls on my eardrum, reminding me that Tom is on stage, in drag, playing the piano in a purple feather boa, fishnets, and electric blue eyeshadow.
The tea is cooling, the pages are filling, and the candle burns lower than when I arrived.
A waitress passes by, a batik print with legs in my peripheral vision.
I drain the cup and hold it between my thumb and forefinger. I place it down on the table and lift the lid of the teapot.
This is the last cup.
I would like to take this time to plug my brother’s vacation blog. Check it out.
There are people whose thought processes resemble trains. I’m not one of those people. If I had to take a guess, mine is more of an amoeba of thought, with data pseudopods going every which way until I decide something is interesting and then just go that way. Of course, all this occurs silently, in my head until I decide to say something which may appear to be non sequitur, but trust me, it makes sense.
So videogame flick The Wizard is coming to DVD this August, relevant to me because of all the video games. So I check out IMDB to see what the cast is up to.
Of note, sidekick girl is now a musician. She’s Jenny Lewis and reminds me of a breathy Aimee Mann, at least, on the two songs I heard. I’ll do more uh, research and see if her album with the Watson Twins merits a purchase.