Houston & Apple

Clearly, things have been slow around here for the past few days, in part because of my computer problems but also because I was in Houston for a wedding Friday through Sunday. We had a great time during the weekend, although I was disappointed yet pleased that we didn't encounter anything stereotypically Texan while there. Instead, we spent Saturday afternoon visiting the more sophisticated side of Houston.
First we hit up the Rothko Chapel (it is what it sounds like), then moved on to the Menil Collection of modern art. The last culture stop was at the Byzantine Fresco Chapel (pictured on the right), which is an incredible modernistic chapel consisting of stolen Byzantine frescos later recovered and reassembled coupled with a plexiglass frame hanging from the ceiling. Neat. The neighborhood around the museum could have been airlifted directly from Cambridge, MA for all I knew -- it had that kind of academic feel.
So Houston isn't all that terrible. But while I was there, I got a call from the Apple Store telling me that they couldn't fix my hard drive because my case had a small dent on it. They figured I had dropped by computer and that's why my hard drive failed (the dent is over a year old) -- and fixing the case would be at least $1000. They also feared they wouldn't be able to close my case once they opened it. My anger from that didn't subside until I finally brought my computer to another authorized Apple dealer in Vegas (Century23) who were much nicer and didn't appear intimidated by the dented case.
While I was at the Apple Store, a mustachioed man approached and asked me if I "played cards." Evidently, he has seen someone who looks like me at the tables around town. Maybe I should start?
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be honest, marco. you dropped your powerbook, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!!!
HOW MANY LIGHTS DO YOU SEE!!!
-lynndie england
How much did the Apple Reseller charge you?
You say that you while in Houston you "were disappointed yet pleased that we didn’t encounter anything stereotypically Texan while there." What would have been the welcomed stereotypical Texan things? The unwelcomed?
They are an authorized apple dealer, so my applecare warranty is still in effect.
to slater:
welcomed - some texan b-b-q
unwelcomed - think bumpers
Ah, Bumpers. Festeres in the memory in
more of a sad way, than a "glory days"
way.
I forgot to mention that on Sunday, the day after the wedding, we had brunch at an enormous mansion in Houston. Turns out that Ken Lay used to live there.
"We had a great time during the weekend, although I was disappointed yet pleased that we didn’t encounter anything stereotypically Texan while there."
-right, and speaking of things stereotypically Texan and Ken Lay's place... um, servants? Well I guess that's really a generally southern thing. My cousin lives in South Carolina. At his Bar Mitzvah recently, the hotel we stayed at gave me the same feeling. Of course it's not like the north is somehow guilt-free or something, but it IS different up here. (In certain ways maybe worse because it's less overt? I don't know.)