Diatribes of Modern Life

While I was waiting for my Partner the other day at a coffee shop, I started practicing with my new camera to see how well it captured ambient light without a flash. More than wanting to seem like a young intellectual who takes photos of her feet, her shadows, and the remains of an ashtray (come on, we've all done it and felt like Sofia Coppola), I wanted to test if what David had told me was true, since he advised me so much to buy this specific model.

Because I don't know about you, but when it comes to a tech purchase, I'm very particular. I ask, I search, I compare, and if I find something better... I don't buy it and I think about it a little more. What a pain.
This modern life, for those of us who are not techies, hackers, or janderklanders, is full of forks and decisions that can simplify or complicate your life in small doses:

Call me an exaggerator, but I'm sure you know someone who excitedly saved up to buy an iPhone and then went crazy because they hung up calls with their earlobe or all the apps opened when it touched their cheek. Not to mention the fights (nightmares) of connecting your new, shiny, super intelligent (and therefore super tricky) laptop to the internet. Although that's nothing compared to if you buy a Nikon only to discover that all your old lenses would have worked with your new Canon.

I'm scared, I'm SCARED to delve into the PC or MAC decision, and I have to make it now. My brain tells me PC, because I know it, because I know how to use it, because for the price of a MAC you can buy a hypercalifragilistic PC, because the MAC is not that great... but my heart, oh my heart tells me otherwise.
And the fever too, excuse today's post, I have a fever and there comes a point where you get bored being sick but you can't do much either. I ask for understanding. And by the way, if you have any advice about my feverish diatribes against a woman in bed*, I would appreciate it.

Let this serve as an excuse to fit this post into a fashion blog, as the coffee shop where I was was "La Vaquería" where people are always very well dressed and you can go to read foreign magazines for the price of a milky tea. There you go.

*In honor of Gabriel García Márquez's book - "Diatribe of Love Against a Seated Man." A great and highly recommended read.