Why, sometimes, is it so impossible to interact with someone when that’s exactly what we’d most like to do? It’s like being in a slow-motion comedy sequence. Surely, some expert of social dynamics and human psychology knows the processes and phenomena which drive our agonized rituals of avoidance. Would that person mind sending me an email?

On a completely different note, I’m thinking about the G5 powerbooks Steve Jobs is going to announce on Tuesday. Surfing over to  WIRED’s Bottom 10 Vaporware Products for 2004 , I howled over Justin Evers’s submission of a “Reading from the Book of Apple, Chapter 4, Verses 16 to 20” (number 8 on the list):

Then did St. Steve raise on high the Holy G5 of Cupertino, saying, “Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine Dell enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” And the people did rejoice and did feast upon the renderings of lambs and toads and tree sloths and fruit bats and orangutans and lickable icons.... Now did the Lord say, “Thou in 12 months, thou must count to three. Three shall be the number of the GHz and the number of the GHz shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither shalt thou count two-point-five, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the number of the GHz, be reached, then thine will be great and powerful in my sight, however if thou shall have more than one button on thou mouse, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff thine's life.”

Ha hA HA ha ahh!