Bring your stuff near me and it will disintegrate
Since February I have managed to somehow destroy a number of my valuable possessions. My notebook died months after it took a good hit (and when I tried to grab it to save it, I back-flexed the motherboard) and that is very frustrating and a great deal of difficult emotions followed. At the same time, there was a sort of freeing experience to it as it reinforced that devices are only convenient conduits for things I want to do and learn. I took out the hard drive and will put it in an enclosure which can then be read by the replacement. The replacement has been gruelingly and very memorably saved for over the summer and will be treated like a priceless fragile crystal box.
I borrowed my mother's Civic to drive to Chicago in the spring and my mother drove my Taurus in the interim. The Taurus threw a cooling system clot and the radiator broke open. Thankfully my sister was able to help and they got the car back to the house. Then was during the last days of completing production on the album and I was full of very powerful emotions and my brain was on fire so it was difficult to deal with. We were doing the final work on Imagine at the time and it seems that the Achilles heel of Blondeworld is that Blondeworld melts down during Imagine.
There is a lot of powerful emotion on Tolerance. Some weird things happened during production and I think all of us were a little crazy at some point in that time.
The battery died a while ago because the trunk wouldn't close and it's laid, dead, on the side of the road, where it last limped to. It's going to cost about $700 to fix it and it's only worth $400.
It's strange that the Taurus is the longest I've ever owned a car. I will post a requiem for it as soon as it gets towed away.
Then just a weeks ago, iTunes (which sucks and should be destroyed) seized while it was loading and my iPod was plugged in and when it rebooted there was the sad little iPod with the support url. Jon gave me excellent advice then I took it to the Genius Bar, the name of which I question.. If you're going to call it the Genius Bar you should have geniuses there and nobody at the bar in the store I went to was a genius. One of the ways I determined my Genius was not a genius was that I had to show him how to reboot the iPod. OK, so maybe he's new. Nobody had a x-ray scope that could see into an iPod and nobody had built a direct neural interface to the Macbooks that were there. I didn't see one white lab coat or genius-worthy hairstyle and there certainly were no chalkboards full of equations dealing with how to manipulate time through your new iPhone. I didn't see any bald guys and there was no maniacal laughter. If you can't build a parapower ray gun or build your own spacecraft or take control of the Internet, you're not a genius. You can be a Mac Partner or maybe a Mac Daddy or Mac Mommy or maybe a Apple Master. Better yet an Apple Mistress so that customers had to say, "Mistress, will you please look at my iPod." Man, if Apple sent a Mistress in a leather bodysuit with thigh his leather boots, gloves and a riding crop to a con or Comic Con, that would be their greatest sales weekend ever.
"Mistress, I beg of you to please look at my iPod..."
"No." *smack*
*iPod crashes on the floor*
CNN: Mr. Jobs, exactly how many iPhones did you sell last weekend?"
"Well, we're working on a plan to manufacture the additional 629,000 iPhones as soon as possible."
Thanks to a small windfall, I was able to replace my iPod with the cheapest one in the store, a black 80GB iPod Classic. I like that it's black and a lot lighter and thinner than the one that Tim gave me but it seems more fragile.