Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Oh well, quantity has a quality all of its own.

We lived in Bloomington, Indiana from August 1996 to June 2000. Being back in the US is both foreign and familiar. More familiar than I expected: I am less aware of the passage of the six years since I left, and the changes since the Golden Years of the Clinton Administration (not that we had the slightest idea that's what they were at the time) are less apparent on the surface than I thought they would be, even in airports. In some strange way this country is still home.

Ah, here's my latte.

I'd been living back in New Zealand a couple of months when I first went into Starbucks;
"A 24oz regular latte with 2% please."
But despite the familiar decor, the barrista didn't speak the same Starbucks dialect and I had to start over.

Oooh! I've just seen the best cabin baggage: a little coffin shaped hard case just short enough to fit under an airplane seat. Black and silver, of course.

I really like this baby computer (Sony Vaio TX37GP), what is there to say? It 's fast enough, though if I were to change one thing about it I'd like it faster. It's light and small, the keyboard suits me well and the screen is attractive. It connected to the hotel's wireless last night without any fuss and it's got some buttons that do good stuff (like volume and muting, wireless off and on, and the buttons a cd/dvd player has for doing that in the computer's sleep). I've bought a battery for extended life, it's kinda funny looking but it reckoned it had more than 12 hours power in it when I turned it on this morning.

After a holiday without him, during which I wrote to Sean in all my waiting time, writing is just what I do to amuse myself in airports. Which is fine because I have a blog, but I don't think that waiting time is going to produce great content.


Blogger mashugenah said...

Whenever I have a spare moment that I don't have a specific activity lined up for, I find myself writing something or another. That's how I know it's what I'm supposed to do.

6:29 PM  
Anonymous house monkey said...

I got nothing. Time to go dye more t-shirts.

tutiopw - Maori word for someone who spends too much time in airport lounges.

7:24 PM  
Anonymous Adrexia said...

That's how I know it's what I'm supposed to do.

By that logic I'm supposed to surf the net. That's awesome. :D

10:07 AM  
Anonymous RincewindTVD said...

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and I realise it sounds ranty... I actually meant it in a more lighthearted way.

2% milk?

you do realise that 'blue top' milk is only about 3%? and most coffee places use trim milk anyway because it froths easier?

/me rants about stuff my father (the dairy farmer) drilled into me :p

and oz is a silly measurement, especially in the US where they fiddled with those numbers to make exports look bigger :/ (well, they left the oz alone, they messed with the non-liquid pound and with barrels.)

12:47 PM  
Blogger susan said...

Adrexia: You're so well balanced. I thought
"By that logic I'm supposed to surf the net. No no no; this is addiction not vocation, aaargh."

Mashugenah: But actually I like the Dorothy Sayers theory of what one is supposed to do (inasmuch as I like the idea of there being something one is supposed to do). In Gaudy Night one of her characters suggests that one's "proper job" is the thing that one will not do less well than one can. I'm not sure that picks something out for me, but it still has a rightness to it.

Rincewindtvd: oz (fluid) is a great measurement. I like the measurements I use to be about 5 to 50 thingies. Height: 5'5" makes more sense than a hundred and something pretty big. Weight: well, stones are good. Cup size? fl oz.

House monkey: I got misquoted karaoke:

I ndijyuw,
I ndijyuw sohbaad
itzdryf ngmemad
itzdryf ngmemad.

I might swap it for your nothing.

8:45 PM  

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