you, me & the bourgeoisie

As it turns out I do not have a brain tumor! Yay!

Also, after two months of knowing that the hard drive in my (less than a year old, practically brand-new) macbook was failing, I finally convinced the "geniuses" at the Apple Store, that yes, I was right and they were wrong. My computer works again!

I am too full of exclamation points today. :D

tomorrow I suspect I will have a fight about the oxford comma. Because that's just what my life is-- exciting, no?

I am in desperate need of a new haircut, but don't have a clue how I'd like it.


I read The Fire - Katherine Neville's follow-up to The Eight, which was a fabulous read, and my favorite of all airplane books* - sadly The Fire isn't nearly as good. In part because the heroine is stupidly irritating. Or stupid and irritating. Still though, I hope she comes out with something new soon and not ten years from now.

Now I'm on Baudolino - Umberto Eco's new one. Forty pages in and I'm already sure I like it better than In the Name of the Rose or Foucault's Pendulum. The first of which was fine, the second made me feel hungover.


*Highly enjoyable, capable of making you forget you're stuck on airplane with no leg-room, three screaming children and a woman wearing an offensive perfume, but absolutely mindless. The literary equivalent of a hershey's bar.