I'm thinking of making THE SWITCH... to Macs. I don't do anything particularly powerful or tech-minded with a computer, Office documents migrate easily, oh, and they're fucking cheap. Does anyone have some really bad experiences with them? Or with applecare? I'd like to know, so I can compare them with my mixed, but largely okay time with Dell tech support (note: I may be the only person on Earth who wasn't ritually beaten by Dell tech support, if internet buzz is any indication)

If you are someone who goes to Hendrix, and you are someone who knows me, I would love for you to get me a ticket to Girl Talk. I have the money for it, and lord knows I'm here for a while.

Still dead. Still have OiNK invites. But a serious question: what podcasts, other than ones you produce, do you listen to or enjoy? Note: I get enough media navel-gazing and celebrity shite from the web, so I need little of it while I row (machine).

Note: I have some OiNK invites, as well as a 5 dollar off coupon to tomsshoes.com. If any of you are interested in either, leave me a comment.

marriedtothesea.com

Were this an entry written a year ago, I would've been bored, pissy, and out of things to say.

Were this two years ago, I would've been unbelievably depressed, and showing it via morose poetry I borrowed from Jessica, or by casually understating how broke, how lonely, or how despairing I was. But this is an entry now, which means I am going to make a point, albeit a bit self-seriously. I swear, I have a point.

It's that I changed, that people change. Everything I have written here, and tellingly, in my private, off-and-on, paper diary, has been cognizant of a reader; I am frankly, a bit tired of that shit. I am just as tired of going back and castigating myself for whatever flaw I see in the old me, recorded in these pages.

So, in short, I will try not to write here much anymore. I have promised it to too many of you, but I will try to be a good letter writer. I will leave notes. I will read your entries dutifully, and probably butt in. But the way Livejournal structured my real, lived life, I think wasn't the best thing. The letter seems the medium most appropriate to the way I have actually changed in the last seven years: I feel now, for the first time in my life, capable of honest, giving friendship with others. Baby steps, you know?