cyah/complain?

not/having a computer at my disposal have me remembering how much we take for granted. a starving freelance artist in a 3rd world country with no respect for such as myself, i studying "1st world problems". the capabilities of the new machine point out what amazing invention+function we consider ordinary, and even not good enough; a pardner comment on not-lightning-fast processor, and we laugh at considering 3seconds too long to wait for delivery of what internet access provides; when granny passed the other day, gifted to the world the same year as einstein's theory of relativity, it was from a world unimaginable to the one that received her in 1916.
so, while i wuk furiously, reborrowing time lost to no-machine, i also availing myself and whosoever brave/bored enough to cast eyes here of the information age...
i always appreciate raymond ramcharitar's willingness to say the unpopular thing and play the necessary provocateur, and for me, he gets much of this right, and much applies to me, as aforementioned starving artist in this place...
this is shameless pandering to my loves of both the dark knight and parody, seasoned with nostalgia of seeing heath ledger looking so young+alive...
and a great illustration of something we know but eh know how much, from bob marley to gaga to the beatles to u2 to britney to nirvana...
and this last is mostly for me, local immigration law issues finally raised elsewhere besides 1 of my favourites i had the honour to perform, sonja dumas' strange tale of an island shade...
walk good.