Stealing Sapelo

If I don't comment immediately on the multitude of recent updates, it's because I'm on an island. Yeah, I know...I had to go again. Each trip gets better and worse at the same time. Anyway, I'm here on Sapelo and it's actually pretty cool this time. It hasn't been too cold today. I can appreciate that.

I might be hoarding internet. I don't know, exactly, but I do know that last night I couldn't get online because someone else was using it, but when I woke up at five this morning, I was able to get on. I didn't turn off my computer when I went back to sleep, I just let it sleep, and I currently have internet again. This pleases me.

If I am hoarding the internet, the dilemma becomes...do I shut the computer off when we go walking at 1:00, or do I leave it, just to see if I can keep the internet? It'd be mean to keep everyone else from getting online, especially Doug who wants to track the World Series, but I like being online. And I don't necessarily want to give that up right now.

I will tell you more about Sapelo later, but I'll give interested parties a run-down. It's an island off the coast of Georgia, owned by the National Wildlife association, the UGA Marine Institute, and a handful of Gullah peoples who've been here since the civil war. In short, it's a pretty deserted place. Which makes it awesome to visit, because it's like having your own island.

It's also pretty neat because the FRC pays for everything. And because Jack's here--he's the best three-year-old ever. Seriously, this kid uses better grammar than I do. And he likes me, which is nice. Since Linda is not here yet, I got to be on Jack duty while the other kids unloaded and loaded stuff. It worked out really well, because I don't really like carrying things, and Jack and I get along well.

Ok, there's about fifteen minutes until we meet to tour the institute, so I suppose I'll finish this stuff and find some lunch. You may be seeing more of me, or you may not. You never know.

Whoa

This amuses the hell out of me. That's all I'll say about it--that's all that really needs to be said. Just...you know...wow.

An Attempt

So I've been contemplating one of these for a while, since the other blog is locked and there's a nice little corner of the internet with some of my people in it. But the trouble has been that I don't have a whole lot to say. Or a whole lot of time for anything that doesn't have a specific deadline. But off-an-on seems to work for you guys, so perhaps I can swing it, too.

To have some sort of guide as per things to talk about, I figured I'd (occasionally) write about things I'm fond of. Good books, or great cds, or other neat things. So here goes nothing.

I bought a Macbook three days before I went to Austria this summer. I was hesitant at first, somewhat because of the price but mostly because of the brand. Apples have a funny reputation, in that they tend to be favored by ApplePeople.

ApplePeople have the little white sticker on their car windows. ApplePeople get excited about showing strangers their home photos. ApplePeople are more than just a bit strange, and kind of have a cult feel about the lot of them.

But then, I thought, anything that has a cult following can't be too bad. I mean, they're ApplePeople for a reason, right? Apparently so: Edwin, the white wonder of apple laptops, is amazing. He has his own Chia Pet, and a memory game, and he tells me the weather. He also connects to wireless networks without much trouble at all. I often find myself wishing I had a Mac as a desktop. You might have seen the ads with the Mac and PC guys, where the Mac guy says his powercord just pops off when needed...yeah. That's just so awesome, especially since it was the powercord that cause my last laptop to screw up. Plus, Edwin's pretty and white and lightweight, like a laptop should be.

There's a certain fear, though, of becoming an ApplePerson. Because Edwin came with an iPod, which I also am fond of. But I'm no where near putting a sticker on my car. I mean, there are little things, you know, like the lack of right clicking, that are a tad strange. Lack of Word, too, but that can be fixed. All in all, I am terribly happy with it. My Mac makes me happy. Not so much that I'm going to start worshipping fruit, but enough that I'd tell people.

And if I become an ApplePerson, it's ok. There are worse things to be, I suppose, than a fan of quality.