On Tiny imperfections...
There's the smallest imperfection on the track-pad of my iBook. It's atom-sized, it's a mote - a tiny little piece of dust that's unremovable and feels like a microscopic coarseness when I run my index finger over it. It irritates me more than I can possibly explain. And my feeble attempts to rub it down or remove it with my fingernail make me scared that I'm going to wreck the pad or put a huge scratch across it. I can't do anything about it though, and it's clearly not reason enough to take the machine back. So I'm hoping that expurgating my irritation on the weblog page - venting my repressed micro-rage - will allow me to get back to loving the rest of my beautiful and awesome machine. And if that doesn't work, maybe buying an Airport card will...
