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That’s right.

I don’t care if it is really really really shiny, will play my music, and can display this website (and allow me to blog from it?!)…since the iPhone can’t change diapers or prepare a vegetarian meal for three, I can think of a few other places to invest $500.  Like a medium soft serve in a kiddie cone on my way home from work for the next 250 days.  Or a few plane tickets to get us the hell out of Ithaca for a weekend.  Or a goon to rough up whoever controls the temperature in my office building. But it will likely go to more diapers and food for vegetarian meals.

Company has left until next week, so I can once again melt in to a useless pile of mush at 10:30 and watch Scrubs.  Dreamy.  And is it ironic or pathetic that we can’t finish An Inconvenient Truth because it is too hot to sit still in our living room for that long?  Sorry Al.  I’m actually writing this from our balcony because using  a three-year-old PowerBook inside right now would melt through our desk.  And make us have to yell over the fan (combustion system?) inside it.  That’s 0 for 2 Apple, 0 for 2 (and cut your damn prices in half).

It’s times like this that I wonder what ridiculous things I’ll be complaining about in five years.  I mean, it’s not like I don’t have a roof over my head, or clean water to drink.  But really, the fact that the temperature inside right now would have felt cool to me on any of my days in India really does put things in perspective.  Like, no wonder I kept getting soft serve from McDonalds in Jaipur.  And like, some of the kids on the streets in Delhi have to put up with the heat and no food or shelter?  Jonah, you have it pretty good, with your Elmo and sippy cups, and clothes…

Six months from now you’ll find me in one of those remote, white “tundra” areas you see on the globe.  Eating ice cream.

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