Penny Lane Pub, San Marcos.
Don’t know if there’s much point in writing a journal here since I don’t know how long I’ll be using this machine, and I don’t even know if I’ll bother to transfer the data since most of it is Amy's — but as I’ve got nothing better to do, what the hell?
Newcastle is an appropriately named beer — it makes me think of the workers settling back for a few pints after work.
There is nothing — no, I can’t say that — but for what I use a palm for there’s really not much reason to upgrade to a better model than this; perhaps some new software would be useful for dealing with spreadsheets though I don’t even know how necessary that is. Would be sort of fun to run OSX on a Zaurus but again really not necessary.
Am definitely enjoying “clearing the baffles” at home — getting rid of anything I know I can do without. Especially when I get to give it away. Gives me an opportunity to reevaluate all the crap I own and decide if I really want to be saddled with it. And why.
“Why don’t we d-d-do it in the road?”
We all could live for a long time off the discards of others. In fact I think it’s sort of a wonder that no one ever points out that our problem is such a consuming society — rather, they point to that as a solution.