I finally have internets at mom's, which means now I can do some work. It should be lots of work once we come back from Orlando after Christmas. However, that doesn't mean I don't go to the Starbucks on Circuito Colonias anymore. The other day I went walking with Xavier and we couldn't get the iPod Touch to connect to their wireless. Howevs, the new wireless at mom's is pretty decent and reliable (so far). Next week in Orlando I will be tempted again by the iPhone monsters as we go to the Apple Store. I am seriously thinking about it. Anyway... the other day at the Starbucks here I was eavesdropping on a conversation from these weirdos. They all looked like pimps in long-sleeve silky colorful shirts (in the 90 degrees here). They all had a factory of products and gel on their hair and were apparently humanoid hybrids, with their hands replaced (a la Edward Scissorhands) by cell phones. Damn, these dudes were texting non-stop. I will write one of these days about how every person in Merida seems to text while driving. Back to the weirdos. They were being very loud and the topic of conversation was how one of them "had" a credit card. I don't know if it was his card or not, but they were trying to use the card at several online and phone services without success. All I know is that it was a credit card with a US billing address, so they were trying to get services restricted to cards from the US. First, one of them wanted to get XM Radio. Poor moron, if he only knew I cancelled mine a few weeks ago because the XM-Sirius merged sucks a lot. They failed. Then they tried to buy music on the iTunes store. They failed. Then they called a number and tried to buy tickets for a show. They failed. And then the card's "owner" said "Oh well, don't burn it... I will try to pass it at a store when I go to Miami."
Kinda makes you think, on a quasi-serious note, about Thomas Friedman's theory of the American mini-mes produced by globalization. Not that these kids want to be Americans (prolly they don't know about Republicans or Democrats, Baptists and Lutherans, or even grits and corn dogs. But they want to enjoy and consume products that Americans use. I have tried to buy a Mexico-made cheapo t-shirt for working out, and all I can find are American brands or shirts made in China. Interesting fact: here in Merida, Wal Mart sells Old Navy clothes. We are a global mess, aren't we? I wonder if those weirdos want to pay my US credit card bills and then they will see shit ain't so funny from the other side of the border. Can we really blame them, tho, for wanting to enjoy iTunes and XM? Nope. Complicated, isn't it?
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