Life was sweet

And then for no reason my new scanner stopped working. I had been scanning negatives for about half an hour strait, and out of nowhere, in the middle of a beep and a whir, the scanner could suddenly not allocate enough memory on my computer. I've had this problem with my computer before, not sure how to solve it. The end is nigh the old Gateway.

I think the end of the world that my generation fears shouldn't take the form of a mushroom cloud, but of a giant, metaphorical unplugged ethernet cable. On several occasions tonight, I've suddenly felt lost, without direction, because I could not longer make my data stream.

First the scanner went kaput. My pirated bandwidth at the apartment has become increasingly sketchy, and that place is getting lonelier and lonelier, especially without internet. Now I'm sitting in the Cool Bean once again, taking advantage of their free and robust wireless. First, though, I was trying to fill out some insurance paperwork, for which I needed my parents' social security number, and my cell phone, despite four bars of service, could not complete my call at that time.

I shook my head and looked around. Is this what life would be like without so much damn data? Sitting in a coffee shop, sipping a italian soda (with cream) and eating a warm chocolate brownie? Actually that wouldn't be so bad, I thought. Then I flipped open my laptop and starting uploading my Meanest Capacity collection to flickr.