“Does Well at [Melting] the Poles”

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At the South Entrance of Dupont Circle Metro Station in DC, there’s a poster ad for the Hummer, showing one of those yellow consumer humvees in an Arctic setting, with the blurb, “Does Well at the Poles.” Someone recently scrawled the word “MELTING” between “at” and “the.” Heh heh.

Hnngh?

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Read today’s Foxtrot. If you don’t get the joke, watch

New iBook pricing

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The amount I paid for a refurbed G3-700MHz iBook last week could have gotten me a brand new G3-800MHz iBook this week. I bought mine right on the edge of a giant pricing tier, eh ngayon nalugi!

That’s how technology goes, I suppose; next thing you know they’ll be hawking iBooks from vending machines (iVend?) for a hundred apiece. Then they’ll get stuck in that coily thing and you’ll have to put in five more $20’s to get two.

The plus side: this makes Apple stuff ever more available to the Wintel masses, since pricing has always been one of the biggest obstacles to Apple’s market dominance.

Confusing Beast

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I’m in Interactive Design class right now, learning about Macromedia Director, the Message Window, “put” statements, and the difference between “dot” and “verbose” syntax. Whew. Director is such a huge, convoluted beast.

Stop Hoping.

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When all it takes is a couple of months for someone to discard eight years of love and commitment, you have to wonder what those eight years were really made of. You have to wonder.

And then it takes a while to start feeling the pain from a wound this deep.

Paulo, you really should stop hoping. Stop. Stop hoping. It only hurts to hope. Don’t hope. Don’t let yourself hope. You’ve lost far, far too much. Hoping will only cause you to lose it all over again. Stop hoping. Don’t hope.

I don’t know what to pray for anymore, I don’t know what to hope. I can only sit and wait in a puddle of tears and know that the Lord is on his throne.