My computer crashed bad last Friday. When you spend as much time in front of the machine as I do, that’s a big deal. On Monday, Mari called a taxi for us and the Mac, and we took it to a repair shop downtown. They stuck a new logic board in it, and it was ready to come home the next day. Under warranty, all free. Not bad!
From my recent photos, it might look like I’m out all the time, but actually, I’m almost always sitting at my desk. I know you are interested, so here’s an exhaustive catalog:
On top of the desk: tea/coffee pot, mug, Tiger thermos pump pot, grocery store sushi, Ikea lamp, pack of loose-leaf organic green tea, keyboard, JBL satellite speaker, iMac showing top secret website mockup, cotton finger cot (My ingenious solution to the problem of how to keep the little rollerball on my mouse clean. Talk about design flaws: The human finger, prone to greasiness and cell-shedding, has sadly not caught up with technology yet.), printout of (super-secret) logo mockups, wireless Mighty Mouse, USB cable, Wacom drawing tablet inherited from a dead dot-com, pile of papers and unread books.
Beneath the desk: Mari’s djembe drum from her crazy hippie days.