I am officially a douche bag. You may have thought I earned that title long ago but no, today it’s official. I am sitting in a Starbucks on a Saturday morning drinking a grande iced mocha latte and typing on a laptop. If only there were someone with me so I could make some contemptuous comment about music/art/film.
Last weekend I upgraded my life – hyperbole intended – with a new computer. It’s a glossy, white Mac-book that I love. My PC has been sputtering into old age (it’s almost 4!) for a few months now and I’ve wanted to switch from Mac to PC for even longer. Something about those, “Hi, I’m a Mac, I’m a PC,” commercials pushed me over the edge (damn you, clever marketing!) and I set out to claim personally, I’m a Mac. Of course if you’re going Mac hunting you want to bring an expert. And I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather go Mac’ing with than my good buddy Dave – the definitive expert on such things. So last weekend I traveled down to DC and Dave and I found my baby; a little 13” Mac-book I named Tundra.
Not only did Dave help me pick out the new computer, he gave me good advice on options and helped me pick out additives like a slick black Mac bag and a lock to keep it from being swiped. We’re adding more memory to make it faster and I’m still looking into ways to have internet access in more places.
Needing a new computer wasn’t the only reason I made the switch. My summer training to enter into the jungles of New York City’s public school system has been – shall we say – intense. I teach a group of repeatedly failing, degenerate but lovable, true juvenile delinquent “students” in summer school during the day then take a full load of education classes at night. In spite of the marathon-a-day schedule it’s really quite exhilarating. But with the commute and gaps I found I wasn’t being very productive. My new laptop allows me to write papers on the subway commute, plan lessons while I get lunch, and check my email while sitting in class.
I like what I’m doing in spite of its drawbacks. And when I focus this intently on something I enjoy I tend to neglect more mundane things in life. I woke up this morning, fully rested for the first time in a while, and surveyed my life. What happened to my bedroom? Did I pay that bill? When was the last time I did laundry? I’ve slipped into the worst of habits including eating out of vending machines and “forgetting” to go to the gym. Being productive is so nice. Can I blame Tundra for my Snickers bar sustenance?
I’ve got to do a little catch up and clean up this weekend – starting with my intestines. I’ve eaten more than anyone should but had few real meals. So this Saturday and Sunday I am eating nothing but fruits and vegetables, drinking only water, and taking vitamins to get my body back on track. I’m picking up and packing up my bedroom in preparation for an ill-timed move, and begrudgingly accepting that I look like a douche bag while I catch up on email, Vox, RedFuzzyJesus, e-bill pay, and other things Tundra is kind enough to help me with.
Looking forward to August I can’t help feeling a little giddy. I’m also anxious and anticipatory about the next few weeks even though they remain a bit of a mystery. The blanks in my plans add to the giddiness. I think I’m traveling to Amsterdam. That’s the plan even though the last two weeks have been a mountain goat head-butting contest between my travel agent and me. (Pretentious coffee shop question - Why is it so hard sometimes to get what you want?) I’m moving but exactly when and how I haven’t figured out yet and I may be facing another storage unit and brief homeless period. I’m starting a new job that has a lot of mysterious components including, among other things, how much I’ll get paid. There are other little pepperings to add a little excitement. I’m taking the entire month of August off from formal labor but in no way will it seem like a break.
In the midst of all these changes I feel myself becoming even more organized and streamlined. I’m getting more done with less anxiety than ever before. Finally having a laptop is part of that. But it may be having some questionable side effects. Case in point – while typing away this morning I noticed I was enjoying song after song here in Starbucks. And impulsively I got up and bought the CD I had been enjoying. That’s right people, not only am I sitting in a coffee shop working on a laptop, I now own a Starbucks sampler! I need to snap this thing shut and head on home. The wireless internet access is not going to help me locate my soul.