'memories'

i had a nice, relaxing dsy with the roxy, shopping and doing not too much. i only ended up buying new headphones for my ipod — i have broken 2 pair now. this time i opted for ones with a case. sadly, they set me back 50 bucks.

they came from the apple store in teh standford shopping center. it holds the record for the smallest apple store i have ever been in. someone helped me, offering one set over another. and then asked if i wanted to ring up. i was somewhat surprised by the forwardness of this, until it became clear he was rining me up right there. he whipped out a small handheld device and scanned the headphones, asking if i was paying by card or check. he did not offer cash as an option.

he swiped my card and then asked for my email. i was hesistant to give it; i hate handing out my email. but then he said he needed it — that they send out receipts through email.

welcome to the 21st century. i said it was a long email and offered to punch it in myself, but he wouldnt let me take the device and i ended up spelling out my absurd hotmail address to him.

i hate the idea of being forced to dole out my email address. at the same time, of course this is where i want my receipts, mailed to me as a pdf, including how long the warrenty lasts on my new headphones. aside from my recluctance at handing it out, this is ideal.

apple wins by getting my info, i win by getting a digital copy of a receipt. paper isnt wasted and im sure to have it in the future should i need it.

are all the apple stores doing this? can anyone tell me?

then we watched (finally) syriania. my only (odd) complaint was that it was too long. rachael asked how i would have shortened it and i dont have a solid answer. but the story and the style dont really work for a 2.5 hour movie. cut 30 minutes and then i think you have something compelling. as is, i kept checking the clock.

but it was worth seeing, esp now that the middle east is once again a hot bed of stress.

a b. i think.

i drug rachael out to the balcony to sip martinis and talk for a while, before she got cold and tired. now im up as she snoozes. and i thought i was the old man in this relationship. well, i hope im the man. at least.

tomorrow, we see the carter. (and maybe the other carter as well.) and hit up the sfmoma to see the matthew barney show, including his new movie with the bjork. good times, should be a fun day. or at least an inspiring one.