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This Laptop is dead to me now
Got a job. Travel with the befuddled masses through traffic, into parking lots, through security guards, keycards, fingerprints. Interesting work, though a bit too much of it. The absence here, however, is not due to the time constraints (cause discipline seems to create time) but simple lack of connectivity. In between company laptops, spent a whole week without any computing power at all. Made me twitchy for a while and then I settled down. Weird how the most pressing issues just disappear into illusion. It actually felt like a bit of a vacation. So here’s to one week off the grid.
I’m trying to remember what I did before the Net. I didn’t have a personal computer (mine) till college, but we’d always had computers in the house. In school, however, I remember doing a lot of reading and writing which seem pointless today. Remember going to the library and what before writing papers, before Wikipedia. Used to write in journals too, but now anything I handwrite gets entirely redone when I need to put it in digital form. I also wonder what people did in offices before computers. Seems de rigeur. The modern business is composed of cogs, and their teeth are digital.
For the last week I’ve been reading, Maximum City by Suketa Mehta, guest at the recent Galle Literary Festival. Imposing novel, the size of a laptop, folded in two. At first I just read it in chunks, the part about Amitabh Bhachan, the dancing girls, the shooters. Now going through and filling in the gaps. A unique look into the sensual underbelly of Bombay.
Talk on the phone as well. Call the girlfriend to check my email and send a few response. More effective than my Pavlovian checking every 5 minutes, responding every never. Watch Star Wars, read magazines. Suppose these are the things one does without Internet.
This is highly dubious. Miss Travel is a travel/social networking site that connects ‘Generous’ and ‘Attractive’ travelers. To, like, travel together, I guess. It all seems a bit like arranged prostitution and trafficking. This is part of a broader online trend to connect rich men to younger, attractive women. Sites like 
Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
There’s nothing wrong with pornography, but there’s a lot wrong with porn. Nothing wrong with watching people have sex, but too often that sex is brutal, senseless and coerced. I mean how many couples are coming on each others faces every day? Hence, philosopher king Alain de Botton – after calling for a 
Sri Lanka is going to start offer 
my laptop died last year for about 2 months, and i found myself handwriting notes and then every ten mins reaching out to the top left of the paper to save it.
Book recommendation, along the line of being plugged in / not: “Feed” by M.T. Anderson. Seems like the kind of thing Barefoot miiiiight have.
Really nice post by the way. Sounds like authentic sf from the early 80s, picturing an online future.
Before a trip to Burma/Myanmar I had read in an outdated Lonely Planet guide that the government there had banned the entry of computing gadgets. Modems were apparently highly restricted. Turned out they had liberalised a little. I of course had arrived without even a digital watch. It was a week of liberation from the staring at the screen – in a police state too.