i will not pretend how it works, but somehow wifi seeps into my apartment the way so many things in our lives do. i often come home and pick up my ibook as though it were one of those things that leads people to water. searching for a signal. to find it is to be somehow more connected.
weeks ago i found a roommate -- a good one -- but he hasn't moved in yet, and so i'm here in an empty room next to mine. it's nice. i would live alone in a heartbeat, but I'm wondering how it is that people have rifts, that people move away, that people fight with each other in ways both overt and passive. i both enjoy the room that's empty and wish someone were here to hear about how i know these rifts are sometimes and never as big as they seem.
weeks ago i found a roommate -- a good one -- but he hasn't moved in yet, and so i'm here in an empty room next to mine. it's nice. i would live alone in a heartbeat, but I'm wondering how it is that people have rifts, that people move away, that people fight with each other in ways both overt and passive. i both enjoy the room that's empty and wish someone were here to hear about how i know these rifts are sometimes and never as big as they seem.
posted by quickstuff at 11.2.05
1 Comments:
i have to say, i was hoping for a comment upon the Frenchification of Central Park from my distinguished arty friend.
But, per your first graf: I am starting to be skeptical of the help of the wifi in allowing me to do anything other than get pissed off at politicians. Hence, my attempt to channel energies into commenting.
As to your attempt to deliniate the purpose and method of people fighting, I suggest you study your married friends. The power people put into dealmaking and caluclated connotations in your average day is easily greater than the gigiwatts needed to bake a large tray of lasagna.
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