The things you do when you don't have internet
Sometimes I wonder at my sense of "frugality" (otherwise known as totally poverty-addicted behavior, cheap-ass, thrifty-mindedness). Graham and I don't have internet at home. I tried to find an adequate internet service last year, but because we live in an "up and coming" neighborhood of Brooklyn, anything outside exciting dial-up is considered OUT OF RANGE. I am sure there are other solutions, but I gave up when I got a long term temp office job and opted for the computers there.
Well, here I am again--guerilla surfing. I've gone to Kinko's, which is just synonymous for TIME and MONEY SUCKAGE. Not only do you have to play by the minute, but it has a SLOOOOW connection, so that you are paying by the minute while it takes FOREVER just to load their home page. I've wasted probably a whole month's fee for internet service at home in one or two sittings.
Graham has an airport modem and we've run to every corner of our apartment to siphon some other people's wireless, only to be kicked off. The NERVE of SOME people!
Then I stepped on his laptop. That was fun. It was under the covers of our unmade bed and I stepped on it, hearing a dulled snap. The face of it cracked like a windshield and now bleeds across the screen in a dark blue scar. Yesterday was A LARK, when, out of desperation, I took it to a wireless cafe, and had to use a very SHAKY wireless line, and to write e-mail or better yet, READ e-mail, through a midnight colored GAPING WOUND across the screen. My spelling and typing are normally a little CREATIVE, but ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE yesterday. I apologize to those who I wrote and to my waning blogging audience. The visibility was NIL.
So today, I come from the neon gleaming rooms of the New York Public Library. It turns out that Graham and I are NOT the last people in the New York metropolitan area that don't have internet. 43 computers and a reservations system involving receipts say to me that others are too cheap or are inadequate like myself to slog their way to service. People, where have you been all my life?
Well, here I am again--guerilla surfing. I've gone to Kinko's, which is just synonymous for TIME and MONEY SUCKAGE. Not only do you have to play by the minute, but it has a SLOOOOW connection, so that you are paying by the minute while it takes FOREVER just to load their home page. I've wasted probably a whole month's fee for internet service at home in one or two sittings.
Graham has an airport modem and we've run to every corner of our apartment to siphon some other people's wireless, only to be kicked off. The NERVE of SOME people!
Then I stepped on his laptop. That was fun. It was under the covers of our unmade bed and I stepped on it, hearing a dulled snap. The face of it cracked like a windshield and now bleeds across the screen in a dark blue scar. Yesterday was A LARK, when, out of desperation, I took it to a wireless cafe, and had to use a very SHAKY wireless line, and to write e-mail or better yet, READ e-mail, through a midnight colored GAPING WOUND across the screen. My spelling and typing are normally a little CREATIVE, but ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE yesterday. I apologize to those who I wrote and to my waning blogging audience. The visibility was NIL.
So today, I come from the neon gleaming rooms of the New York Public Library. It turns out that Graham and I are NOT the last people in the New York metropolitan area that don't have internet. 43 computers and a reservations system involving receipts say to me that others are too cheap or are inadequate like myself to slog their way to service. People, where have you been all my life?
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