a laptop, dictionary, and spiral notebook

Good enough, Day 14: Going public

I like things the way I like them—exactly.

I like being in my apartment with my things all where I put them last—these days, usually cleaned and neatly back in their rightful spots, but even before then, the crusty socks on the middle of the floor where I left them, dammit.

I like working on my (old) laptop rather than my fancy, light-as-Macbook-Air because it has all my stuff on it, all the way I like it, and I like it connected to my Logitech mouse, Apple wireless keyboard, and Cinema Display. (For a person who cries “poor” all the time, I have ridiculously nice equipment, but I’m miserly with soap, gasoline, and vacations.) (And we won’t even get into how old my underwear is.)

Every once in a while, though, my likes run up against each other.

For example, I like really good paper and I like writing on it with a really nice fountain pen. But I burn through spiral notebooks like Liz Taylor did husbands, and crikey, have you priced them lately? Spiral notebooks or husbands, for that matter. Not cheap. So I have settled on cheap spiral notebooks with cheap, crappy paper that bleeds*—10 for $9.99—and a freebie ballpoint that won’t. (although when I went to replace the cartridge, I discovered that the thing they say about no free lunches applies to pens, too.)

I also like to be cool—temperature-wise, not personality-wise, which I’ve given up on. It has not been possible thus far to secure air-conditioning for my apartment, and so when summer seizes this city each year, I’m faced with a dilemma: work in the place I really, really like, but suffer through the heat; or take my bidness to an outside location with air-conditioning.

I am writing this from my library. It is noisy—a Saturday—and it is crowded. People do…weird things here. If you want to use the toilet, you have to make eye contact with a stranger and ask them to watch your stuff, which can be awkward for shy introverts. Their dictionaries are non-horrible, but they can’t touch my behemoth, Bertrand.

It is not ideal; it is not even close. (Well, actually, it is very close, and that part is awesome.) But it is cool and it is lit and it has shorty tables for tiny-legged people like me for to rest their exhausted, overheated selves and hammer out blog posts.

And after two weeks of >90ºF temperatures? In the spirit of the series, let’s just say it that if it isn’t exactly how I’d have it, it’s exactly good enough.

xxx
c

*UPDATE: Not to mention lackluster design and typeface choices. How did I leave off that gem? I blame the heat!

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3 comments

  1. It’s late in L.A. (12:25am on a Saturday night) or maybe it’s not, but it’s late here in Maui for this babe. I’m happy to report, as I turn in for the evening, I’ve snorted several times upon reading your post. Taking my giggly self to bed with thoughts of what yummy paper and pen to send your way.

  2. Completely agree about “I like it how *I* like it! Dammit!” :)

    and I must say if that’s one of your el-cheapo pens in the photo, it at least *looks* good.

  3. I, too, bow down at the alter of all-the-right-things-in-all-the-right-places. Good for my head AND heart.

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