I unwittingly had something shipped "free of charge," from NYC last month; turns out, it was through something called "UPS Shipping Innovations" -- that innovation, being a wholesale lack of real-time tracking; then, two nonsensical, unrecognized-by-UPS tracking numbers, for a few days, then crickets; no actual guarantee of any "real" delivery date; and, then, the nineteen days that it took, to finally find its way to California -- probably, by that time, bouncing around the Mojave somewhere, in the trunk of the 1964 Chevy Malibu, from Repo Man, before that further twenty-first century innovation kicked in -- that parcel being passed along, in some sub-idiot relay, to the USPS, only to arrive, the edges of the box, strangely singed . . .