I’ve been resurrecting posts from my old blog. Tonight I found this sad tale from my second year of law school.
If I am crankier than normal, and I think I probably am, it’s not without reason. Case in point: my odyssey last night.
As I complained earlier, I have been in technology hell with all of my devices breaking. All forward progress has ground to a halt while I take care of fixing the basic technological infrastructure underpinning my life. To that end I am fortunate to have a helpful friend, one who previously loaned me a laptop and last night offered to loan me a new router. Great. The problem? He lives in another dimension: there is no direct way through time and space to get to Newton, Massachusetts. The street plan looks to have been designed by M.C. Esher. Roads that seem parallel intersect. Streets that look like they connect to major thoroughfares instead double-back on themselves at the last minute into one-way mobius strips. Forget having a sense of direction: it will be of no use to you in Newton.