My bed sheet has a huge rip in it. I mean, from one side of the bed to the other. It's been fun experiencing its development, through my many twists and turns in the bed .. the satifying rip sound, the knowledge that this stupid sheet will one day be replaced. It's like picking at a scab, or biting your teeth. I know that its insignificant in the scheme of things, but that stupid bed sheet represents something. It tells me something about myself. It tells me that it have a personal vendetta against anything in the 300 thread count region. Susan bought the sheet for me. Maybe it was that. Maybe its that I am part of a secret underground organization specifically committed to the extermination of bed sheets. Maybe I should not be sharing such revolutionary notions.
I was thinking yesterday about the technical devide. Some people have such intimate understandings of how computers and software function, and some dont. By the nature of any specialized skill, programmers and comp/elec engineers can often pinpoint the cause of a problem, or anticipate the consequence of interactions with computerized devices far more efficiently than the average user. These are the people who can seperate marketing from hype. If I was to buy a kayak, I'd be lost. I'm glad there are people who are hardcore kayakers. What was it like back in the age of the invention of the wheel?
"Hey, my wheels not rolling! What the hell? Its not even on the stick thing that sits under the platform where I put my stuff! Its over there! Goddamn, just at the end of my day. How the - I didn't touch anything! I mean, .. man, I had this wheel installed last week, I'm gunna miss my deadline! Screw this, I'm going back to my cave. I'll have Wheel Support figure it out."
Posted by garret at April 21, 2005 07:23 PM