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| 11 feb 2002 "we're flying high we're watching the world pass us by never want to come down never want to put my feet back down on the ground" yup.� it happened. i got out of bed yesterday at 2pm, and i promptly checked my e-mail.� and there it was.� the e-mail from the apple store saying that my iMac was in.� i dashed off to the store and picked it up.� it was damn fucking expensive, and i felt the pain in my wallet, but... hell... it's what you pay for art and elegance and simplicity, right? i swear, unpacking the product (adam says curved styrofoam is really hard to make) was like having sex with someone for the first time... because i'll only get to do it once.� the package was meticulously well done, with twistie-ties everywhere, and plastic wrapper bags all over the place.� i loved the little details, like that usb connector hood shown above left, with the little clips to hold the wires in place.� they even packed a started dvd-r disc, and i got apple STICKERS! but what boosted the computer from pretty cool status to FUCKING cool status were my harman kardon soundsticks (above right).� now i don't have a golden ear like eric, but i was pleased with the sound that came out of the speakers when i popped in my nelly and nelly furtado cd's. the biggest pain was disassembling my PC and stuffing it in the corner of the living room... i just get psychologically disturbed when i see that many cables and wires running amok all over the place... and that is the single biggest reason why i got the imac... for its simple design and wonderful integration. i was much more excited yesterday than i am now, because i ran into some operating problems once i got the computer booted up.� first of all, the earthlink dialup service was really flaky; it kept disconnecting me time and time again, making it really hard for me to mail myself the pictures that i took.� and second, iphoto was not as intuitive as i thought, and i still don't know how to reduce the size of the pictures (i doubt iphoto can do it anyway) so that i don't have to mail myself the full-res pics.� then, the internet connection app didn't work; it wouldn't dial out when i clicked on the button even though i had a working dialtone, and only rebooting would solve the problem.� on top of that, running the system diagnostic in OS X kept telling me i had a SERIOUS clock chip problem (WTF?); oddly enough, running the same diagnostic in OS 9 was fine. so i'm not 100% pleased right now. plus... i sorely miss the PC mouse.� i swear, having the scrollwheel and the right botton is priceless.� while apple's one-button mouse makes things easier to use, it's not really much harder to maneuver with extra buttons, and the added functionality is rather desirable, actually.� so when i use the imac, my middle and ring fingers itch in empty anticipation.� *RAAR* the overall feeling i am getting is probably well-known: apple's product is superbly well-designed, but for its wonderful simplicity, it just lacks features that more capable PC users will desire and crave.� *shrug*� oh well.� it'll take an adjustment, i suppose.� i remember when i got my new car, i was really unhappy because it was *so* different from my scrappy corolla, but now that i've driven it for two years, i absolutely love it.� maybe it'll be this way with the imac. well!� it'll soon be time to have my imac housewarming party!� jay and i haven't thrown a party since last july, so we're due.� now i have the daunting task of putting my favorite songs from my 600+ cd's onto my imac, and then the music for the party will be set.� my guess is that we'll throw our little shindig in maybe 3 weeks or so. saturday was spent mostly with jay, and it was fitting because now that i know he's moving out, i want to spend as much quality time with him as possible.� we went to stacks for a massive breakfast (and bumped into peter and his friend).� there is this one girl who is a regular waitress there, and according to us, she was having a "bad face" day, so our theory is that she was compensating it with showing us some extra cleavage.� she even gave me the "friendly hand on the shoulder" move as she walked by us. and then, jay and i hit stanford, where we hit three tokens worth of golf balls at the driving range.� and that was followed by an hour of fierce-hitting tennis, where we rallied a bit before i lost to him 3-6 in a set.� i was pleased with my play, because the last time i went out, i was absolutely horrible.� rallying was not bad, and i didn't even think that i would have been able to win one game against jay.� but at the very least, i was able to hold serve 2 times and break jay once, so that was good enough for me. one thing i have realized in my life is that i'm not competitive when it comes to sports.� maybe it's because i never work hard enough to get really good, so my make peace with my mediocrity by not having any expectations on how well i do.� or maybe it's because of my tourette's, and i have evolved to the point where i don't put any unnecessary stress on my system because it'll only make my tics worse.� *ponder* but anyway, i'm in a pissy mood today.� because my body just HURTS.� tennis and golf must have worked some muscles that have hardly been used in the past few months... my abs, chest, biceps, shoulders, hamstrings... they all hurt like a motherfucker, so when i move i'm wracked in pain.� and what's worse, because my new tic involves me clenching my whole body in full-torso-tension, each tic hurts like hell, too... i think i has having a micro-breakdown last night at korea house, because i fell back in that spiral of not wanting to tic yet needing to and thus being frozen, etc.� jay noticed the stress.� UGH. so that was my weekend. i'm amused by love goggles.� you know how when you're in love with someone, they look beautiful to you?� even if they're rather homely or even plain ugs?� how is it that our perception of someone else can be so warped?� i'm not saying it's bad, but it's definitely odd. and then, there's the "morning after" goggles.� like when you wake up next to somebody the next day, and you're both gloriously naked and warm and cozy from sharing the bed through the night, and you just have this melting puddle feeling, gushing over the person who you are sleeping with.� but of course, the "morning after" sentiment can just as easily turn into ANTI-goggles if the previous night was a mistake.� i admit that there have been times when i wake up, look over, and totally freak out, like "what the hell have i done?" i guess love goggles are ways our mind perpetuates/justifies the situations we're in with our significant others, that's what i'm guessing. my little obsession from last thursday is winding down right now.� i guess i'm not beyond needing to feed my affection with contact.� that said, i wonder how i would fare in a long distance relationship; i'd like to say that i could handle it (that was my argument when i was trying to get together with k3), but i would be lying if i said that i don't need frequent face time to maintain my affection.� love is a beast that needs food... is you don't give it anything to work with, it starves and withers away... and this thinking goes against that cosmic belief that live is unconditional and perpetual. looking back to last thursday, though... i always amuse myself at how i can reduce my system to little shivery quakes like that.� it actually pleases me that i still get giddy over certain situations, because that means to me that i'm not dead yet. and right now, i want more of it.� too bad i can't get any.� and jay's not helping either, heh.� he kept on telling me, "why don't you call HER?"� but he knows i love the drama.� :) *sigh* |