October 10, 2017
I am getting a new laptop today. A souped-up MacBook Pro. Bells and whistles. Adaptors and software galore. It’s the computing equivalent of a red Audi R8 coupé with a spoiler on the back. I should probably buy some racing gloves, the perforated leather kind with a sporty Velcro strap on the back. I wish I could just enjoy my good fortune, throw open my windows and shout, ‘Good news everyone, I’m getting a new computer!’ But the idea of getting something fancy makes me nervous and itchy. Who do I think I am getting a new laptop when there are people somewhere writing in the sand with sticks?