lately, i've been thinking the worst impetus to our intellectual aspirations are computers. more specifically, multi-functional, hardwired-internet ready, portable, pullable, pushable, wearable, kissable, doable, robotniks with pretty skins, smooth hairs, soft backed, pull-to-me-closer-digitally boned dummies.
Or maybe, to be fair, and even more specific, I've been thinking that computers are my impetus. That the level of distraction I experience on a daily basis is compounded by the flashing, beeping and blinging and blinking piece of machinery by my picture window, which pulses with its blue, blue strobe and which the cat nuzzles up to when i am unavailable. so i'm been thinking lately, that I'm sort of .... doing myself in with it.
And then...it died. The whole thing, just whistled down into its own muck pile and died. Blue pulse still beating, so I know it's not brain dead, but wouldn't speak, wouldn't touch me back....so to speak...just sort of squoze my proverbial finger when i asked if it was still alive..
So off it goes, with its corrupted motherboard (was the preliminary diagnosis), back to the dummy factory, to be rewired and recircuited with all its faceplates and gamezone chips and nifty speakers and dangling USB limbable sockets.
Which will take several weeks, they say, even under warranty. But for which, I must say, I think I"m grateful, to be released from my ball and chain...my binary half.
Besides, working in computing commons centers has a certain charm. But that's tomorrow's entry.