It’s nearly 3 a.m. and I’m awake in the basement again. I am in love with my new MacBook.
I have all my files and such transferred, and I’m setting up a voice-recognition virtual machine on the internal HD, so I can voice-recognize anywhere I bring my headset. Which might become important in the future.
We’re going to Greenwich Village tomorrow, I want to see the stores on St. Mark’s Place again. If it rains, we’ll probably stay here and fuck around on GarageBand, my mom is loving her new Mac. We were recording some of her songs and such tonight, which was cool.
I talked to Brian for a while tonight, and Drew this afternoon. This whole existence over here feels like a dream. I took a bunch of cute pictures of my cousins Alexis and Nicholas, but they got lost ’cause in the process of transferring the old stuff to the new computer.
Last night Alexis (she’s six), my mom, and I went to see Ratatouille. It was cute. And although I always contend that the mainstreaming of children’s movies for adults is yet another symptom of society’s slide into our blind, flag-waving coma, I was with my cousin so it was all right.
Well, I should try to get to sleep. We have to do a bunch of things tomorrow. I’m actually not too hot on going to the Village. I need to dream up something better to do that doesn’t involve spending so much money. Maybe we could go to the Guggenheim, Gary (my uncle) was saying that it was recently renovated. Hmm. I was disappointed last time I went though.
Oh yeah! I can’t call myself a Mac geek unless I visit the super Apple store on Fifth Avenue. And maybe we can go to Tiffany’s again, that’s always kind of cool…I always expect to see Audrey Hepburn there.
I worked on the wi-fi in the house here, and it turned out someone had set a password on the wireless router (it wasn’t my mom) and locked us out. I purged their password and turned on encryption. I’m considering not broadcasting the SSID, but that might complicate my mom’s usage of it. A strong password for the network and a properly set password for the router should be sufficient.
It just astounds me that someone would hack my mom’s wi-fi. Weird.
All the photos from the Museum of Modern Art are now uploaded (only half had finished before), I need to write a post about all the cool shit we saw, but I probably won’t, so check them out.
My mom and I waiting for the bus to Manhattan.
Horrible blurry picture of me in front of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
I saw so many beautiful works of art there: Andy Warhol, Mondrian, Van Gogh, Picasso, Matisse…it was friggin’ awesome. I have to make a long post with the whole tour, but not when it’s 3 a.m.
Well, it’s time for sleep.
