I’m writing on an extremely beautiful piece of machinery – my brand-new MacBook Pro. Happy Birthday to me! Oh the tidy patter of these crisp black keys, the lustrous glow of the shiny aluminum body … I must think of a name for her. I did immediately, however, screw her up – following the machine’s instructions, I installed my email, which immediately proceeded to download every mail I’ve sent for months – thousands. My guess is – that was not meant to happen.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in