Monday I enjoyed a late night outing with Sue, trying to find a restaurant that managed to make both a decent salad and french fries. We found a diner in Inman Square which didn’t fumble on either, but it was an arugula leaf or two away from nirvana.

The beta of SideTrack, which I’d installed so long ago on the PowerBook, unexpectedly expired today; I was desperately flailing around until I was able to get the updated version and a license key. The ability to right click and scroll on the trackpad is something I can’t seem to live without at this point.

In the playing with fire department, I called up my new wireless provider, and enjoyed listening to them bend over backwards to keep me from canceling. I ended up with a free month’s service, a one month extension of the cancellation period, and assurances that they’re going to be putting up a tower closer to me any day now. I’m probably going to regret not just canceling, but the phone is so lovely (and so nicely integrated with OS X) and I was having a good time niceing the poor customer service representative.

I was delighted to find that I could just upload MIDI files to be ring tones; I tested this out with a few pieces I’d written in graduate school, and low and behold — they worked! — I soon had murky quasi-tonal chamber music piping bravely from the phone. I settled on an invention I wrote for 18th century counterpoint class which I was particularly fond of. Now I just need that tower to be erected so it can manage to ring. I’m sure that’ll happen any minute now.