And that reason is because hell sent Dell here to give us a taste of what it's going to be like in the afterlife if we choose that path to follow in life. Do you understand me?!
My "new" Dell has broken down three seperate times in the SIX MONTHS I have had it. WHAT?! Is that like a new record or something? Can we get that in the Guiness Book of (meaningless) World Records, please?
But it's not only the fact the computer is broken. No, I can deal, things happen, wires cross and batteries fry, it's only flawed technology after all, but it's the HUMAN part that gets me. The "customer service".
Yes, I understand we're all trying to make a living and these poor people must deal with the brunt of complaints and anger that they don't deserve (exhibit A. - Bloggers blogging about the inability of Dell to do good), but here's the thing: I chatted with them FOUR times. On June 11th, after 3 conversations via computer chat, they said they fixed the problem completely. The problem resurfaced June 14th. So I finally had a chance to sit down with them and chat via the internet again today. After an hour, we were disconnected and the customer service guy called me. Which was nice, that was very nice. Cons?
HE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD I SAID! I understood him, but he could not understand me. After thirty minutes of me repeating everything he and I said, he told me that he would call me back in twenty minutes.
It's been FOUR HOURS. I'm ready to just throw it in the sink, turn the water on, pour gasoline on it and light it on fire. Because whatever this latest guy did looks like it made it worse. Worse! It's a sick talent with them A SICK TALENT!
I still don't want a Mac, I want a PC but Dells....well, they can go to
Love,
Gina
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink- A Review Void of Spoilers
A book written about me.
Not really.
It was really beautifully written. A translation from the German, there was a stiffness to the words and some of the phrases that seems impossible to erase from English. Even though the German language sounds so harsh and gutteral to my weak ears, I'm sure it's beautiful to those who understand it.
There were actually many references to German literature in the novel, great German authors that defined the literature of the nation who were strangers to me. I wonder who from America makes their way over the seas to be representatives of us. If any.
The author is a judge in Germany, which is suspected not only due to the vibrant courtroom scenes or the general knowledge of law, but the winding discourses on what makes law. They could potentially be read as tedious interludes from the mystery and are sometimes frustrating interuptions, but they add to the overall complexity of the story.
Even when it ended, it felt it had just begun. The narrative wrapped itself around different layers of the past, co-mingling faulty memories so a chapter would shift in time as much as dunes of sand caught in the wind. We are placed inside a spider's web that we wind ourselves out of us much as the narrator, Michael Berg, who writes this story so he could tell it. So it may exist outside himself and be a part of the world.
I can make no comparisons to the movie, though the cover has the unfortunate burden of being the movie poster. I can see why this novel was translated, though how it was turned into a movie is pretty beyond me. Hollywood probably worked their watering down magic and beefed up Hanna's part to make a strong independent martyered female lead capable of winning Best Actress.
Anyway, everybody should read this book who like the following things:
a. Things originally written in German
b. Fantasizing about Kate Winslet in a tub
c. Imagining how your head would look on Kate Winslet's body
No, I'm joking. You should really read it if you are interested in:
a. Nazism and the history of the Holocaust
b. Law
c. Secrets
I'm OOT. For now.
Not really.
It was really beautifully written. A translation from the German, there was a stiffness to the words and some of the phrases that seems impossible to erase from English. Even though the German language sounds so harsh and gutteral to my weak ears, I'm sure it's beautiful to those who understand it.
There were actually many references to German literature in the novel, great German authors that defined the literature of the nation who were strangers to me. I wonder who from America makes their way over the seas to be representatives of us. If any.
The author is a judge in Germany, which is suspected not only due to the vibrant courtroom scenes or the general knowledge of law, but the winding discourses on what makes law. They could potentially be read as tedious interludes from the mystery and are sometimes frustrating interuptions, but they add to the overall complexity of the story.
Even when it ended, it felt it had just begun. The narrative wrapped itself around different layers of the past, co-mingling faulty memories so a chapter would shift in time as much as dunes of sand caught in the wind. We are placed inside a spider's web that we wind ourselves out of us much as the narrator, Michael Berg, who writes this story so he could tell it. So it may exist outside himself and be a part of the world.
I can make no comparisons to the movie, though the cover has the unfortunate burden of being the movie poster. I can see why this novel was translated, though how it was turned into a movie is pretty beyond me. Hollywood probably worked their watering down magic and beefed up Hanna's part to make a strong independent martyered female lead capable of winning Best Actress.
Anyway, everybody should read this book who like the following things:
a. Things originally written in German
b. Fantasizing about Kate Winslet in a tub
c. Imagining how your head would look on Kate Winslet's body
No, I'm joking. You should really read it if you are interested in:
a. Nazism and the history of the Holocaust
b. Law
c. Secrets
I'm OOT. For now.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Everybody needs a blog
Everybody needs a blog, right?
It seems like that's true. I scan through blogs, amazed at how much people have to say three to four times a day. I marvel at how easy they make writing these things seem, at all the words falling from their fingertips to disperse amongst the infinite etherworld, at how I'm reading the secrets and anecdotes of perfect strangers.
I've never really been able to do this and every blog I've attempted to maintain has begun with this same statement. Even now I keep drifting into thoughtlessness, a gray foggy area that holds no words.
What's the power of opinion? The power that makes us verbally vomit over everyone and everything. What makes us want to share pieces of ourselves with the world? To create a persona that's only a reflection of ourselves, carefully shaped and crafted by what we choose to share and created in the eyes of those who read.
I'm not going to make any grandeoise statements- I'm just going to document pieces of myself, as they appear. Maybe I'll learn something.
It seems like that's true. I scan through blogs, amazed at how much people have to say three to four times a day. I marvel at how easy they make writing these things seem, at all the words falling from their fingertips to disperse amongst the infinite etherworld, at how I'm reading the secrets and anecdotes of perfect strangers.
I've never really been able to do this and every blog I've attempted to maintain has begun with this same statement. Even now I keep drifting into thoughtlessness, a gray foggy area that holds no words.
What's the power of opinion? The power that makes us verbally vomit over everyone and everything. What makes us want to share pieces of ourselves with the world? To create a persona that's only a reflection of ourselves, carefully shaped and crafted by what we choose to share and created in the eyes of those who read.
I'm not going to make any grandeoise statements- I'm just going to document pieces of myself, as they appear. Maybe I'll learn something.
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