Saturday, January 01, 2005

Stopped in my tracks
There's nothing quite like a car breakdown to put you in touch with the stubbornness of meatspace. Burning oil and a cloud of smoke brought our journey to a halt. All I can see on opening the bonnet is CAR ENGINE - like the map of an unknown city . OK, so I make a call on my T610, and thanks to GPS those very nice men from the AA locate us in minutes. So it's all right, and I'm back home in the time it takes to hack an ipod. God bless technology!

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