I missed Dave Winer’s Chinese-restaurant bash last night, which sounds like it was a blast, because I had to tend to an extremely mundane task: I needed to buy a new refrigerator.
Have you ever opened your freezer one morning to be met by a waft of luke-warm air, a drip-drip of meltings and the unmistakably awful odor of a mountain of defrosted and rapidly spoiling perishables? That’s what happened to us on Sunday, when the old fridge that was already on its last legs when we moved into our house six years ago finally gave up the ghost.
The replacement cycle for refrigerators is positively tortoise-like compared to the speed with which we are expected to upgrade our computers. But we should have known it was time to ditch the thing when the handle broke off last month. Instead, I chose to view that as a feature, not a bug: Hey, now the three-year-olds couldn’t open it by themselves!
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