As the case has n’t yet come up in the MacMania IV web log entries Jason Snell and I have proffer over the past pair of days , I thought it worth remark that while the oddball aboard thisGeek Cruiseare thrilled to be talking tech with the likes of me , Jason , Bob LeVitus , Andy Ihnatko , Leo Laporte , Woz , and Apple ’s Sal Soghoian and Janet Hill , the other passengers aboard thems Oosterdamhave a unlike impression of our passion .
They think we ’re nuts .
After a long solar day of excursions ( the estuary - bird / hayless hay - ride photo - god Ben Long , Jason , Sal and his wife Naomi and I took part in during our plosive in Mazatlan was peculiarly time - stretch ) the “ normal ” passengers are ready for a nighttime of merry making — taking in a show , dancing , play , or stroll the pack of cards in the temperate Mexican moonlight .
The geeks ? We ’re clustered outside the ship ’s Internet Center , banging by on our PowerBooks and iBooks during impromptu genius dumps between oddball , faculty , and those passersby who , audacious enough to approach those so plainly out of feeling with realness , are queer to know what could be so enticing to drag us away from the many , less - cerebral onboard delight .
I admit , at first , I was put off by the snickers our activity elicit from the Great Unwashed . We were here because this stuff and nonsense intrigues us , so where ’s the scathe ?
And then something materialise that offer a glance of how the other half thinks .
Near the conclusion of the estuary junket I mentioned earlier , we were taken to a beach - based restaurant for quesadillas , fish , and chill beverages . Jason , Ben , and I rig up camp at the border of the outdoor ecesis , attend over the blasphemous Pacific and a couple of guano - stained crags . After cruising through endless mangrove swamps , being dragged behind a tractor through a like land area of coco palm orchard , and consuming a twain of necessarycervesas , I had to bring out away from the idyllic scene for a much - want facilities break dance . Upon my yield did I chance Jason and Ben stare contentedly out to sea , consecrate to fulfill their long - pent-up dreams of trading it all in on a sloop for a leisurely sail to Tahiti ?
scarcely .
As the photograph attests , Jason was raptly engaged in a game ofJouston Ben ’s Treo while Ben waxed rhapsodic about the glory days ofWilliams coin - op arcade machines .
Nuts , the both of them .
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