I. There’s something terribly naked feeling about spending five days without the Internet. It’s one thing to be camping or at the beach, but it’s altogether rudimentary to be in a modern environment without a line to the tubes.
II. So I finally have television and Internet in my new apartment, and what do I discover? Bernie Mac is dead and Carlton Banks has a game show. The Olympics are in full-swing, Russia’s slaughterizing Georgia (the country, not the state), and two people each got $1 when spinning the wheel on The Price Is Right. Even the little things seem more exciting when they’ve been delayed 24-48 hours.
III. I just saw a commercial for Exxon-Mobil that showed only their attempts to provide nets and medicines to children in Africa. It speaks volumes of the public’s distaste for your company and its high-priced product when you’re forced to advertise solely about charity.
IV. Something to consider when moving into a new place: is it right next to a fire station, a hospital, or a railroad? If you have the trifecta, congratulations! Sleep will be more coveted. If it’s also in a relatively high-crime location where the semi-frequent blaring of a police siren may be heard, as well as in the flight path for a major international airport…you take the gold.