Just to note, I am writing this entry on my new 12″ ibook. Derrida digresses, as he tends to do, in Archive Fever about his portable Mac and the “Save” function, along with our other modes of memory and archiving. It is interesting that that book got me off of philosophy in the formal sense, and into information studies.

I am writing on a wonderful blog posting client called Ecto, which can add links to Amazon, make categories and tags etc. I only wish Blogger was more feature filled.

No point waiting for the MacBooks in the 12″ size, I could never afford them anyway. Besides, I’ve become attached to this one already. I found it interesting just the other day how much of a personal relationship we forge with our computers. My desktop, a slightly aged Windows 2000 machine, is starting to run a little slow. It can’t open many programs at once, even after putting more ram in it.

However, I know its speed, the way it moves. I know exactly how long things will take to open, and I know all its little quirks. My hands have fit its keyboard, so learning the size of a new computer poses some problems. Already after a week with even the bottom of the line OS X machine, I already have a hard time going back to my old computer–I mostly VNC over to it and use the desktop for Bittorrent downloads and song storage. And, in some way, I miss it. I guess I miss my first computer too, an old Commodore 64. It is interesting how these things become not just metaphorical by literal extensions of us.