Penn gave me a Mac. So I figured this is as good a moment as any to learn to work with it properly: so I'm taking Mac 101. No kiddin. It's a seven years old one, so part of the information comes from history webpages. But I'm liking it. Computers are less frustrating when they at least look cute.
I'm also taking typing lessons. Ting and I are alone in the office now, but soon we will be joined by two advanced postdocs. I will not be the keyboard starer! I'm recommending the typing lessons to all fellow index finger typers: Do it now! It's never too late for these things.
As a matter of fact, what you are reading has been written without (constantly) looking at the keyboard! Yep, I've been tying all morning! There is a good reason why this diary entry is substantially shorter than the previous ones! OVER AND OUT