shaped for theatre, laptop fixed

I saw a play at the Intiman this week. Sitting in the third row of those sharply slanted Epidaurean seats, I felt my whole soul uncrumple. I forget, when I am out of theatre, how perfectly I am shaped for it.

How can one be upheld by wind? By faith?

John has fixed my laptop. "It's temporary," he warns. "You've only got a few months till the chip on that graphic card fries completely." This is how bad it is: you fix it by shoving THROUGH the keyboard to reseat the chip in its socket. Put your fingers on the 6, the 7, and the Y keys. Press sharply to reseat the chip.

He also restored the computer to a date before it got the virus. Voila. All problems fixed. I am coming to you live from May 15, 2005.

This makes a huge difference:

I am writing this post AT HOME.

Not at Kinko's with the meter running. Not at work with every security program watching & recording. Not at my ancient Win95 desktop, which crashes every few hours and can't open most internet sites. Now you know why there's been such a sharp dropoff in my blogging the last few months.