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Laptop woes; National Poetry Month
Apr. 20th, 2011 01:21 pm\o/ I HAVE MY COMPUTER BACK OMG IT IS SO EXCITING. \o/
So, my laptop broke about a week before I left India; I suspect it was due to the difference in electric power between there and here, as I had a transformer but not a converter (or maybe the other way around. I can never remember which word refers to which device. At any rate, I had the thing that changes the shape of the plug but not the thing which changes the actual amount of electricity coming through). Anyway, my laptop went from 'slightly wonky but no different than it's been since the first day here in India' to 'hey, I'm totally not even going to turn on' overnight. Which was distressing. I had an appointment to drop it off at an Apple store the first full day I was in NYC, and they thought it would take 5 to 7 days to fix. Unfortunately, I did not get it back until 9 days later. 9 days! Of no internet or the files I needed to work! Okay, so my girlfriend did in fact generously share her laptop, but you know: the keyboard was the wrong size, and it didn't have my bookmarks, and it was ALL WRONG. WRONG. My problems are totally real, you guys.
Anyway, I finally have my laptop back, and the world is wonderful. And in Apple's defense, although they did take way too long, in addition to fixing the logic board (which is what had broken), they also replaced the battery and the keyboard (which had gotten a little cracked) for no additional charge. Which is pretty awesome.
One of the things I can do, now that I have my laptop and its files back, is post poetry! April is National Poetry Month, as y'all probably know, and I usually use this as an excuse to post poetry. But I did not have the file where I keep my favorite poems until now, meaning I had to Suffer In Silence. Woe! Anyway. Poetry!
The Lights Are On Everywhere - Charles Simic
The Emperor must not be told night is coming.
His armies are chasing shadows,
Arresting whippoorwills and hermit thrushes
And setting towns and villages on fire.
In the capital, they go around confiscating
Clocks and watches, burning heretics,
And painting the sunrise over the rooftops
While the people wish each other good morning.
The rooster brought in chains is crowing.
The flowers in the garden have been made to stay open,
And still dark stains appear on palace floors
Which no amount of scrubbing can wipe away.
So, my laptop broke about a week before I left India; I suspect it was due to the difference in electric power between there and here, as I had a transformer but not a converter (or maybe the other way around. I can never remember which word refers to which device. At any rate, I had the thing that changes the shape of the plug but not the thing which changes the actual amount of electricity coming through). Anyway, my laptop went from 'slightly wonky but no different than it's been since the first day here in India' to 'hey, I'm totally not even going to turn on' overnight. Which was distressing. I had an appointment to drop it off at an Apple store the first full day I was in NYC, and they thought it would take 5 to 7 days to fix. Unfortunately, I did not get it back until 9 days later. 9 days! Of no internet or the files I needed to work! Okay, so my girlfriend did in fact generously share her laptop, but you know: the keyboard was the wrong size, and it didn't have my bookmarks, and it was ALL WRONG. WRONG. My problems are totally real, you guys.
Anyway, I finally have my laptop back, and the world is wonderful. And in Apple's defense, although they did take way too long, in addition to fixing the logic board (which is what had broken), they also replaced the battery and the keyboard (which had gotten a little cracked) for no additional charge. Which is pretty awesome.
One of the things I can do, now that I have my laptop and its files back, is post poetry! April is National Poetry Month, as y'all probably know, and I usually use this as an excuse to post poetry. But I did not have the file where I keep my favorite poems until now, meaning I had to Suffer In Silence. Woe! Anyway. Poetry!
The Lights Are On Everywhere - Charles Simic
The Emperor must not be told night is coming.
His armies are chasing shadows,
Arresting whippoorwills and hermit thrushes
And setting towns and villages on fire.
In the capital, they go around confiscating
Clocks and watches, burning heretics,
And painting the sunrise over the rooftops
While the people wish each other good morning.
The rooster brought in chains is crowing.
The flowers in the garden have been made to stay open,
And still dark stains appear on palace floors
Which no amount of scrubbing can wipe away.
