I am spoiled, and I am the first to admit it. Why, you ask? Well, among many other reasons, I have two identical black Macbooks – one personal, and one for work. Let’s be real: that is just ridiculous. More than anyone could ever ask for.
But last week, my personal Macbook went kaput. It’s broken – broken like… searching for a simile… broken like… my toe? Except my toe has a fighting chance at mending – and I really don’t think that the computer will be resurrected. I turn it on, and it pulls up a white screen. That’s all. It’s like the moment after Juliette hits the bomb with the rock, except it never skips to the credits. Eternal nuclear uncertainty.
Get over it, Annie – right? I mean, I have a WHOLE OTHER COMPUTER. But my personal laptop held all of my iTunes, all of my pictures, all of my super secret documents that no one is ever allowed to see. Most of it is backed up on an external hard drive, but I don’t want to put it on my work computer. So there it will remain – locked up forever.
Mostly this is bad because I want to sync my iPod to my iTunes to get my new music and podcasts. And not only can I not put them on my iPod, I can’t even access my iTunes at all. I am SOOOOOOO BORED with my current selection of songs (I only have ninety million or something). And Ira Glass is saying things that I might never get to hear – which makes me panic.
IRA!!!! I NEED YOU!!!!!!!!
I had recently downloaded Sara Groves’ latest, “Fireflies and Songs,” but have no way of hearing it again. Lady Antebellum has a new album released today. The Handy Graham recommended Sarah Jarosz – and since he was the first one to tell me about eastmountainsouth, I trust him – not that it matters, since I can’t get my grubby paws on these songs.
Today, I have India Arie and Phil Collins on YouTube. It’s all I have left.