i want this. now.
Apr. 30th, 2009 06:06 pmOkay, this is based on having the displays underneath a projector in a dark room, but... damn. This is what I am waiting for portable computers to look like. This is not effects; this is a lab demo.
Apr. 30th, 2009
Okay, this is based on having the displays underneath a projector in a dark room, but... damn. This is what I am waiting for portable computers to look like. This is not effects; this is a lab demo.
little old ladies who just won't stop
Apr. 30th, 2009 11:35 pmTonight, after a day of running around doing bank stuff, my mother and I went to see a student production of "Much Ado About Nothing" at UNO. It was pretty good - everyone chewed the scenery, there was a bunch of physical comedy in both expected and unexpected places (this is the first Shakespeare production I've ever seen that contained a knee to the balls). But that's not what I'm writing about.
What I'm writing about is the encounter we had before and after the play. This little old lady sat next to us with her walker and chatted a bit before the play. She made a cryptic reference to "when I was dead" during this. She'd also mentioned that she'd walked about two miles, because she lives pretty close to UNO; so I suggested that we give her a lift home what with it getting dark and all.
In the car, she revealed that "when I was dead" wasn't a metaphor: when Katrina came, she had stayed in her house, and nobody came looking for her for a while because they thought she was dead - she's still having problems getting money from FEMA to repair her house because of this; she was proclaimed legally dead after the storm for a while due to this error. And the storm blew her around and beat her up, too. She's not so sure she'll be living there much longer, what with relatives trying to drag her away to where they live.
All her peers are dead but she's still going on, getting out to the UNO student shows regularly, presumably doing other stuff. And I look at the remnants of my grandmother's life that we're still tying up and that is just totally the opposite - my grandmother was like a circus tent, held up by the three poles of her husband and her sons, and when they were gone she just collapsed in on herself and never wanted to leave that dark house they used to live in. This lady, on the other hand... her husband's gone, her teeth are fucked up from the beating the storm gave her, but hell, she's still getting out and trying to enjoy herself.
The last thing she said to us, after the moon came up over the trees, was "Ooh, new moon! Look over your left shoulder and make a wish, and it'll come true! I'm gonna do that myself before I go in!"
I would, but I can't really think of anything to wish for besides having my life keep on being as awesome as it has been lately. And hoping that when I'm that age I'm more like her than Mina.
Didn't get her name, either. Maybe it's better that way.
What I'm writing about is the encounter we had before and after the play. This little old lady sat next to us with her walker and chatted a bit before the play. She made a cryptic reference to "when I was dead" during this. She'd also mentioned that she'd walked about two miles, because she lives pretty close to UNO; so I suggested that we give her a lift home what with it getting dark and all.
In the car, she revealed that "when I was dead" wasn't a metaphor: when Katrina came, she had stayed in her house, and nobody came looking for her for a while because they thought she was dead - she's still having problems getting money from FEMA to repair her house because of this; she was proclaimed legally dead after the storm for a while due to this error. And the storm blew her around and beat her up, too. She's not so sure she'll be living there much longer, what with relatives trying to drag her away to where they live.
All her peers are dead but she's still going on, getting out to the UNO student shows regularly, presumably doing other stuff. And I look at the remnants of my grandmother's life that we're still tying up and that is just totally the opposite - my grandmother was like a circus tent, held up by the three poles of her husband and her sons, and when they were gone she just collapsed in on herself and never wanted to leave that dark house they used to live in. This lady, on the other hand... her husband's gone, her teeth are fucked up from the beating the storm gave her, but hell, she's still getting out and trying to enjoy herself.
The last thing she said to us, after the moon came up over the trees, was "Ooh, new moon! Look over your left shoulder and make a wish, and it'll come true! I'm gonna do that myself before I go in!"
I would, but I can't really think of anything to wish for besides having my life keep on being as awesome as it has been lately. And hoping that when I'm that age I'm more like her than Mina.
Didn't get her name, either. Maybe it's better that way.