Yes, I've already talked about my new Dell laptop-white shiver. I ramble a bit, I apologize. You see, a week after my purchase, I'm still ecstatic having arrived in the 21st century. Pleased to be able to access the vast canvas magic, sitting in the trailer of my parents. Glad to be able to connect to the Internet for free in my favorite Starbucks (with which I returned today, by the way). Pleased to discover all the features of my toy, which I do not disappoint, to date.
I know what happiness is materialistic and crass is likely that the passenger also my battery. I know, I know. And I just finished the new Eckhart Tolle, and more. But I'm still happy to live in an age where I can drag without too much trouble a huge bank of information. Merely afford me that luxury, which in my case was not an absolute necessity. Glad I found the taste to write and be able to do anywhere, everywhere, everywhere (or almost).
Listening Area music that has a special bearing on the songs of Leonard Cohen, I tell myself that if this new computer can make me write a bit more, be more motivated to hone my classes, to finally put order in all these photos taken during my recent travels, it will not be a toy, but much more. I'll decide what I ferai de mon portable. Je peux m'en servir (comme je le fais souvent, je l'admets) pour explorer, un peu compulsivement, mes sites de nouvelles préférés: Cyberpresse et People.com. Je peux aussi aller voir à toutes les deux minutes ce que mes amis font d'intéressant, en consultant Facebook. Je peux aller prendre mes messages hotmail en attendant frénétiquement la nouvelle qui donnera un nouveau sens à ma vie (ou à ma journée). Ou je peux faire comme ce cher Cohen et me renouveler. Aller voir d'autres sites que ceux que je visite habituellement, écrire autre chose, sortir de mon chemin familier. Ajouter des favoris.
Il fait chaud ce soir. ''On a enfin un été'', some say. Even if the season change will not happen for another month, I sense a new season arrives. In air, in my head and on my screen.
Basically, I want my computer is a tool of freedom, because as Cohen sings:
''Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight fall
I Have Tried In My Way To Be Free.''
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