I’m still laptopless, it’s in the shop, the guy who fixes Apples is on vacation, and that’s how it will stay until at least next week. Meanwhile: I hate desktops, chairs, and the fact that you’re obliged to sit up straight or suffer the consequences (torqued shoulders, eg.). As the dinner guests in Plato’s Symposium did, a laptop allows you to lounge while you type. Much more civilized than sitting rigid. I’d rather curl on a couch than sit at a desk. Peel me a grape.
Lap topless
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