Saturday, January 11, 2020
This is my car in college, a 307 Chevy Nova. I don't remember tearing the bumper like this, but there you go. We forget the bad things if we are any good at all, don't we?
Maybe it's not the old pictures that is driving readers away. Maybe it's the whining. But what can I do? I am sitting in the Cafe Strange, an exile from my own home, while Ili extracts her things from the house. I'll need to be out for hours. It is disheartening. You see, she is the only person who will ever know what it was like to be with me before and after the accident. Whatever happened to me, she knew.
The world has changed and is changing. I had to go to the Apple Store at the mall today to get cables to connect my old broken iMac to my brand new one so I could just copy all the files and apps. The interstate highway was broken, however. I sat for 45 minutes going about four miles. I found an opportunity and got off at an exit and drove through an unknown to me ghetto to get there. Interesting in some ways, but a hassle nonetheless.
When I got to the mall, it was empty. Bloomingdales staff were leaning on counters with nothing to do. There wasn't a soul in Abercrombie and Fitch. Anthropology looked as if it were going out of business. Only the Apple Store was busy. This mall is doomed. There will be no more clothing stores, no more furniture stores. I'm no fan of malls, but it is going to look like "Escape from New York," I think.
When I got home, I hooked up the cabling, but nothing worked. It didn't matter anyway, I found, for the two iMacs are different operating systems and the apps from the old one would not work on the new one. I started downloading apps and drivers from the internet, but I am finding that some of my hardware like printers and scanners are not supported for the new Mojave OS. My new Apple computer is going to prevent me from doing many things that I intended to do.
The world keeps changing.
I've complained enough. I'm just trying to keep busy these next few hours as an outcast.