new MacBook Air

The new computer is slowly acceding to my demands. Which is to say, stroke by stroke it's training me. I'm close to being as efficient as I am on the old one, and will probably love it in another week.

I'm confident enough to take it alone to Washington today.

My one complaint is that the screen is significantly smaller. So I use a larger typeface. Which does mean I get fewer words on the screen at once. A reasonable trade-off for the machine being so small and light.

Ah. I just went into Word Preferences and turned off the grammar check. It was putting grey lines under every phrase that wasn't copybook perfect. Who's the writer here, I ask! It's my job to beat the language into submission.

("In this corner, the English language, bleeding badly from a cut over its left eye. In the other corner, Joe Haldeman, who has been severely pummeled but evidently is full of Novacaine, and doesn't realize he's losing.")

Looking forward to the train trip down to D.C. I have some papers to grade, but not a lot. The novel we're studying next Wednesday is Troll, which I'll enjoy rereading. And I have my own novel to play with.

Joe