the daily snivel
It was three miserable weeks, but I finally got my iBook back. Imagine -- three weeks of scribbling lecture notes by hand, enduring the tingling of overextended tendons as I attempted to keep up with the whirlwind pace of developments in tax law and the common law confessions rule. Laptops have transformed today's modern universities, I tells ya. Professors pace themselves by the modern metronome of the staccato beat of fingers stabbing at keyboards. We, the low-tech people, can hardly keep up. At least those of us who write with our left hands who were never trained to hold a pen properly.
Gripe, gripe, gripe.
Instead of replacing the reed switch in my display (a $50 part that has a wire that passes out from the display through the hinge to the motherboard which sometimes frays with extended use), the good folks at B.Mac decided instead to order a whole new $500 display, as they can just hook it up without the bother of installing a new cable. From their perspective, it's a sensible decision -- from mine, I'm just relieved I got the computer back without paying a cent (in fact 50 thousand cents, to be precise). You see, the screen started giving me problems about a week after my original warranty expired -- thank God I bought the Applecare service plan this summer.
Similarly, I talked a friend of mine into buying an iBook for herself this October, and while on the whole Apple computers (and, frankly, most other kinds of computers) are extremely reliable, it's just a fact of life of laptop ownership that problems will happen, the parts are extremely proprietary and tightly assembled, and the slightest little hardware issue could wind up costing you hundreds of dollars. So I talked her into buying Applecare as well, and I can now show off my shiny new $500 display as testament to the fact that it more than pays for itself down the road.
But at the end of the day, I'm just writing this entry to say that I'm happy my computer is back. I'm so much more productive and happy with my Mac at home, work and at school. It means I've got my beloved music and iTunes back, as well as the ability to take half-decent notes, use a reliable web browser, and generally just regain a much-needed sense of organization and style.
It also briefly takes my mind off the real issues of my week, like my poor, clinically manic friend who got herself evicted this weekend (and doesn't want to fight it), the inflexible Crown who insisted that I waive my client's s. 11(b) Charter rights last week (I refused, got into my first real debate in court, saved the right but lost the argument, and now stickiness has ensued because they're using that tactic even more now), and the looming horror of exams.
So, yes, I'm enjoying my sweet, shiny, beautiful iBook. It's kind of like the "precious" I get to stroke and whisper soothingly to in my dank little world this week.
Comments:Gripe, gripe, gripe.
Instead of replacing the reed switch in my display (a $50 part that has a wire that passes out from the display through the hinge to the motherboard which sometimes frays with extended use), the good folks at B.Mac decided instead to order a whole new $500 display, as they can just hook it up without the bother of installing a new cable. From their perspective, it's a sensible decision -- from mine, I'm just relieved I got the computer back without paying a cent (in fact 50 thousand cents, to be precise). You see, the screen started giving me problems about a week after my original warranty expired -- thank God I bought the Applecare service plan this summer.
Similarly, I talked a friend of mine into buying an iBook for herself this October, and while on the whole Apple computers (and, frankly, most other kinds of computers) are extremely reliable, it's just a fact of life of laptop ownership that problems will happen, the parts are extremely proprietary and tightly assembled, and the slightest little hardware issue could wind up costing you hundreds of dollars. So I talked her into buying Applecare as well, and I can now show off my shiny new $500 display as testament to the fact that it more than pays for itself down the road.
But at the end of the day, I'm just writing this entry to say that I'm happy my computer is back. I'm so much more productive and happy with my Mac at home, work and at school. It means I've got my beloved music and iTunes back, as well as the ability to take half-decent notes, use a reliable web browser, and generally just regain a much-needed sense of organization and style.
It also briefly takes my mind off the real issues of my week, like my poor, clinically manic friend who got herself evicted this weekend (and doesn't want to fight it), the inflexible Crown who insisted that I waive my client's s. 11(b) Charter rights last week (I refused, got into my first real debate in court, saved the right but lost the argument, and now stickiness has ensued because they're using that tactic even more now), and the looming horror of exams.
So, yes, I'm enjoying my sweet, shiny, beautiful iBook. It's kind of like the "precious" I get to stroke and whisper soothingly to in my dank little world this week.
