In fact, I even got up the courage the other day to visit the medieval collections at the library here at Notre Dame - an entire floor of non-circulating books, many of them very old and most of them in Latin. Unfortunately I couldn't stay long - I was worried that one of the Medieval Studies doctoral students studying there would suddenly yell something like "Hey, you can't be here... you're just a law student." Plus, more rationally, I neeeded to hurry back to the law school so I could actually get some work done that day. But I intend to go back, scary Ph.D. candidates and all. It was too wonderful to stay away from long.
But this post isn't about the impressive medieval collection here, or my love for crumbling Latin texts written a thousand years ago. It's about the medieval period I'm going through in my own life, and how much I dislike it. Turns out, I couldn't have been happy in the Dark Ages. Or even the 1980s (although, if you ask me, the decade of big hair and Prince was the real dark age).
Last weekend, one of our neighbors moved out of our apartment building. Normally, we probably wouldn't have noticed, but this particular neighbor happened to be the only person around with un-password protected wireless internet. We'd been mooching internet off him all year, and now it's gone. Mike and I decided not to sign up for our own account at this point, because we are moving at the end of next month (to a "real" apartment, with a separate bedroom and living room and a kitchen that will have more than 18 inches of counterspace, even after we move the microwave in - so exciting!).
So now, anytime we want to look up a recipe for dinner, or check to see where a Facebook event is happening, or need to look through recent decisions by the Supreme Court of India (my task for work, of late) we have to pack up our computers and either walk 3 1/2 blocks to the grocery store, or make the 20 minute walk to the law school building (despite the added distance, the law school building is usually the more attractive option - it's quieter, and has sofas).
I know I shouldn't be complaining, especially because we conveniently had free internet for the entire school year. But still... I miss the twentyfirst century!!
2 comments:
Internet at the grocery store? How does that work, exactly?
Any YAY for new apartments with measurable square footage!!!
In our grocery store's attempt to be hip, they have a built-in franchised Starbucks (which is basically just a counter in between the bakery and the deli), which provides free wireless internet to the nearby tables and chairs. Definitely pretty classy.
Post a Comment