
Ahhhh,
quantum mechanics, how I love you...how much fun and joy have you brought me in airport security lines, the DMV and/or the caffeine induced haze of a 48 hour wake-cycle. The
Copenhagen interpretation battling
Many World/Relative State and my old nemisis,
Heisenberg's uncertainty principle at the core...
So my wonderful, brilliant and sometimes rather
frightening wife has waited SEVEN years to purchase a new computer. Her old 15 inch PowerBook has slogged along, more or less working...but getting longer and longer in the tooth. 6 months ago or so, the trackpad stopped working, but that was not enough to push her over the edge, she simply plugged in an optical mouse and kept working. She was waiting. Waiting for the next better machine. Waiting for a great deal. Waiting for her current machine to completely fail. Wait until she felt flush. Waiting until it *had* to be replaced.
After SEVEN years, she finally did it. Apple released the new
uni-body MacBookPro. With much careful research, she found the best place to purchase it (price + rebates + misc. free bits of crap + various ephemeral pros and cons). She ordered a very nice new pink sleeve to house it (from one of the only makers who provide "drop data" regarding their cases). She tracked it every few hours from the warehouse in the midwest on its journey to our home. And then it arrived.
We opened the big packing box. We opened the inner protective box. We *gazed upon* the laptop box itself....but did not break the seal. Back into the inner protective box it went (complete with the replacement of its little padded corner protectors). And now we wait.
If it were me, the inner box would have been torn asunder. It *might* have survived, but only if the tape were easier to cut than tearing the box apart. It would have been plugged in immediately. I'd have found one of the various firewire cables I have kicking about...restarted my laptop in target disk mode (basically a drive waiting to be mounted) and then, giddy with anticipation and techno-lust, I'd have started the transfer...sucking the brains of my old machine out of the old and into the new. Like blowing code into PROM. The birth of a new machine. AHHHHHhhhhhh....
Suzanne is not me (thankfully). She wants to enjoy every element of the "experience" of this new bit of hardware that is now hers. She wants to be calm and unhurried and relaxed when she opens the box. She wants the experiential elements to be as well crafted and beautiful as the design of the hardware. So the new machine remains BOXED. Right there. In the corner. We brought it up to my parents house, where we are for Thanksgiving and the weekend. It is still too busy... She is thinking that she will open it Friday. Or maybe Saturday.
OH MY GOD!!!!!
New hardware. Right there. Within reach. Listen carefully. You can here it calling. come to me...open me...plug me in...turn me on...let me do the same for you...I'm all yours now...customize me...make me your one and only....
It is really too much to bear...
Which brings us back to Schrödinger and this thought problem. So we have a sealed box...and in this box there might be a brand-new MacBookPro...or there might be a carp...the state of the contents of the box are unknown and thus must exist in both states simultaneously...Laptop/Carp...Carp/Laptop. Is it a laptop? Or is it a carp? Heisenberg tells us that we can not know the state without destroying the problem, it is all just probabilities.
And so the box sits. Taunting us (well, ok, just taunting me). Its contents unknown. Laptop. Carp. Carp. Laptop. In one world, we'll open the box to find the cold dead eyes of a reasonably ugly fish. In another, there will be a shiny, brand-new bit of hardware waiting to be warmed for the first time. The suspense is killing me.
I love my wife. A lot. Sometimes, however, she scares me....
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