|The concept of vintage makes sense in this case. The old radio has a delightful charm.|
An explanation and an apology are in order: Late Thursday evening my computer passed on into the ether where I suppose all good computers go to rest in peace. The sole problem, unfortunately, is that it probably took my hard drive to its final repose. (We’re in the midst of an autopsy, but hope is fragile.)
Now that the book is finished, I know I promised to resume my regular posting schedule. And now that I have my sexy new computer, it looks as if we’re back in business. The sole problem with this one, which is sleek, chic and fast, is that the keyboard is about half the length of the other one and I keep hitting “keys” that are actually the top of my desk, if you see what I mean. Theoretically the “a” for example should be three inches to the left whereas now the distance in thatdirection is the top of my desk. (Are you bored yet?)
|My “vintage” computer — it was great while it lasted.|
Final detail. . . I took my late, great computer into the Apple store to see if it could be repaired. The Apple person gasped when he saw it and proclaimed it “vintage” and announced that no one is allowed to touch a vintage computer. That’s when he plugged the 110 volt plug into a 220 volt whatsit and that was all they wrote. I offered my transformer plug, but he was too fast for me. Before arriving chez Apple the computer at least responded to electricity; it now ceases to do anything except pose a burial problem — after the professional autopsy of course.
I also signed up for one year of lessons to learn new and exciting functions of this little marvel. Many of my friends will be quite amazed at my audacity. We may have some exciting blog posts in the future, assuming I still have the brain cells to assimilate new information. First trick to learn: stay on the keyboard while typing.
A demain mes tres, tres, très chers amis.