This year is the first I've lived in my twenty-two years without a microwave. There were small logistical reasons for it -- as in, we have no kitchen space and an oversized dish rack -- but by and large, neither me nor the lovely roommate thought that we needed one. I thought I was doing the "good" thing by no longer nuking my oatmeal and looked forward to a microwave-free life.
But now my stove refuses to light. This isn't a travesty compared to, say, Darfur, but it feels like my attempt to reverse my pro-technology trend isn't being supported. I generally like technology a lot. I majored in physics. I watch a lot of Star Trek and don't laugh at the technobabble. I think the miniturization of electronics will save the world. I even defend genetically-modified foods, if only because I hope that their increased yields will convince governments to stop their agricultiral subsidies and allow free trade so we can finally feed the world. (I also think they taste the same.)
So I think it's very sad that my semi-high-tech gas stove doesn't like me, or my oatmeal, or my breakfast routine that stars hot water.
Just thought I'd share some mid-morning drama with y'all.
PS: Props x 2 to Marisa for finally starting to post again, and with a new pink-and-orange colour scheme too. Negative props to all those NYC bloggers I've just discovered that are taking over my life alongside the Wall Street Journal.
But now my stove refuses to light. This isn't a travesty compared to, say, Darfur, but it feels like my attempt to reverse my pro-technology trend isn't being supported. I generally like technology a lot. I majored in physics. I watch a lot of Star Trek and don't laugh at the technobabble. I think the miniturization of electronics will save the world. I even defend genetically-modified foods, if only because I hope that their increased yields will convince governments to stop their agricultiral subsidies and allow free trade so we can finally feed the world. (I also think they taste the same.)
So I think it's very sad that my semi-high-tech gas stove doesn't like me, or my oatmeal, or my breakfast routine that stars hot water.
Just thought I'd share some mid-morning drama with y'all.
PS: Props x 2 to Marisa for finally starting to post again, and with a new pink-and-orange colour scheme too. Negative props to all those NYC bloggers I've just discovered that are taking over my life alongside the Wall Street Journal.
