was sort of uneventful.
One the one hand I'm kind of happy about it because I really wasn't looking forward to this day; on the other hand maybe more fanfare would have made me feel better.
I think too, that I have resolved that on the next birthday of a friend, I will call, rather than email or text message.
Bigbear and the Professor (along with TinyOne and the Diva) took me downtown to buy me an iPod Nano; the new cute one that plays video. This is my first iPod, as techie as I am. The reason? Ever since music downloading got to be the "thing", graphic designers don't really get to design cool CD covers anymore. Matter of fact, in Best Buy I was dismayed to find that "albums" are now sold as a gift card. A freakin' gift card! You buy the card that contains a code, go to iTunes, plug in the code and download the album.
What the fuck happened to liner notes? Session notes? Pictures of the artists? Musician lists? Lyrics? Cool artwork? Gone, gone, gone.
So I had resisted iPods, and I hate iTunes because of the proprietary technology, but hell. I'm no stick in the mud. It does no good to protest because the world won't stop and say "Oh, what's your objection? You have a valid point... I should consider this." Nope, the world says "Well screw you! You'll get over it or you won't! Last one in is a rotten egg!" and takes off without you.
Then I get the iPod home and discover that it won't sync on my desktop, because my desktop is still running W2K. I hate XP. They changed it all around and put shit where it didn't need to go. Put all fancy icons and what not, and initial roll-outs didn't run better than W2K. And I need my desktop to work, so I stuck with W2K. I have a laptop that's XP, but it's going to be a freaking pain to sync with that thing. I knew I hated Macs.
But, it's a cute little gadget and I'll sync it with the laptop and be done with it.
Thank you, mommy. Thank you sister.
Another bright spot to the day is that I'm about halfway through Obama's book, which means it's a.) interesting and b.) an easy read. I used to read a lot as a kid but the older I get the less things hold my attention, so the fact that I'm already halfway through means I've been hooked.. I'm mulling over the book and the words as I read it... and I wonder if he still believes. I wonder if he's still young enough and inexperienced enough to still believe he can make a difference; that it's worth trying to make a difference. He did, when he wrote the book in '95. I've wondered about politicians before; how much of their souls do they have to sell to the devil in order to be a politician of any stature and recognition? If he does believe, and if he gets to be president, it could be a really interesting thing.
Other than that, my nose is still stuffy, consequently my face is fat and for some reason I feel extraordinarily fat. In the gut, which is a very uncomfortable feeling. I guess I didn't really need cake...
Happy freakin' 43rd birthday to me...