Genius! Bar!

The most salient news regarding my lack of blogging in these recent days: I am now single, and my iBook is completely dead.

I am blogging from the Apple store, standing up at a product display, where I am undoubtedly testing the merchandise. Yes, that's it entirely. It's chaos here; I was told to come back at 6am tomorrow to get in the queue for repairs. The gentlemen working at the Genius Bar now seem decidely less cute.

The cowboy has ridden off into the sunset on a metaphorically short-butted horse unable to accommodate dual-rider saddlery.

It is somewhat liberating to be without a computer, in the sense that liberating means "inconvenient, in an ascetic sort of way that may be making me smarter by the minute."

If you have attempted to contact me recently or need to contact me now, you could try calling or text-messaging, or you could comment on this blog, or send me a MySpace message. I will attempt to regain access to my email shortly, but it will undoubtedly be intermittent for a time.

Last night, around 3am, I met Megan's chinchilla, and watched it eat an almond, holding the almond in its tiny paw and taking precious little nibbles from it. I also watched the chinchilla take a dust bath in a pan of dust as though the dust were about to be swiped out from under him and he might never see dust again, despite loving it very much.

Also last night, Megan and I were in a bar and had a conversation something like the following:

"Look, that hippie guy is wearing a backpack made of organic hemp."
"Is there even such a thing as inorganic hemp? Who would buy it? There are no people who want hemp who do not also want the hemp to be organic."
"That's so right! It's like nonalcoholic beer. A very small market."
"Not even. It's like nonalcoholic tequila."