I changed the "You have new mail" boing sound to another sound a while back to something that sounds like a submarine sound. For a few months, upon hearing the new sound unexpectedly, it startled me, and made me wonder how it is that I can get in such ruts or patterns when all it takes is double-clicking a check box to change it.
So, I changed it again, and a couple of days later, again, and the new "You've got new mail." boing is horribly dissonant and distracting. It scrapes long fingernails across a real slate chalk board. Aiyyeeeee! Boom! I changed it just now to a more non-descript boing that actually SOUNDS like a boing. Maybe I need a Chinese gong. No! A real one, that has a USB rig that causes a real gong hammer to bop the gong when I get new mail.
Maybe I could find a gong for announcing new mail that reverberates precisely at the same idealistic rate as my alpha brainwaves, and another for delta that works off a random generator designed to keep me from preparing a counter-move to defend myself "against" the reality of my experience with that which is God to me. "A man's gotta do... "
I'm getting all giddy now about the possibility that I might be able to get set up with another rig that will allow me to run the new Snow Leopard OS Apple is supposed to introduce in September. My funds for doing this is extremely limited, and anything I end up doing will put me in some sort of jeopardy financially.
One thing is for sure. Whatever I do, it won't be an impulsive move. Maybe a foolish move, but not an unconsidered one. I've had a secret yearning to own and operate a 64-bit computing device since the early 90s of the last century of the last millennium. Somebody had a production 64-bit chip and operating system and the price of it and the unavailability of software drivers and applications put it out of range for a middle-aged man already in his early fifties.
I was in my early fifties when i bought my first home computer. I used a borrowed TS-80 up until then. I was amazed at the speed the TS-80 computed my instructions. The TS-80 was not exactly a speed demon as computers went in those day, and not even a blip these days. Witnessing something happen that fast changed my whole mental world. I began to think for the first time, "Hmmm... if that computer can perform that calculation so fast I can't even recognize the details of the transaction, and my brain is supposed to make this TS-80's speed compare to a child's toy, then maybe the shit I've seen crossing my mind's eye could really have substance. It could be... true... and not a flash-in-the-pan fool's gold, but the real thoughts of genius I always suspected they were.
I figure if that 4-bit TS-80 could change my expectations so radically that I could consider cosmic consciousness because of the speed of that primitive rig, then sitting down to a full-blown 64-bit computer with a full-blown 64-bit operating system with more DRAM available than data on the SSD, and that's the computer I'm using every day to surf the web and do e-mail with, the very speed of it is going to rock my world, and make even more amazing mental configurations believable than ever before.
Now, Apple seems to have put it together part and parcel at an affordable price and has the hutzpah to pull it off. I can't imagine this feat not galling Microsoft and Bill Gates as much as anything has. He's worked at it harder and was first-est with the most-est, and nobody cared. I almost feel sorry for him. Poor little billionaire. My heart goes out to him.
Windows has always copy-catted Apple. No blame. Microsoft has no class. Why would they not imitate someone who does? I personally do it all the time. I don't know anybody who don't. In this particular situation, however, it's Apple that's copy-catting Windows in the 64-bit OS realm, and they're gonna make it happen simply because they got class, and that's gotta hurt. Particularly that ogre Ballmer. It wouldn't surprise me if Jobs showed compassion and didn't yuk it up. That's what being classy IS. '-)
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
