machines feel good.
there's an exhibit at the exploratorium that has two steel rings seperated by ball bearings and you can roll the rings around each other to feel how smoothly the metal rotates. the exhibit is labelled "machines feel good."
machines feel good but my computer crashed. i was too embarrassed to admit how dependent i had become on my little powerbook, but there i was, stranded from my information. embarrassingly enough, i lost track of what day of the week it was and i found myself at a loss to write. a loss to write?! what the fuck? it should be just as easy as writing with pen and paper, hell, it should be even easier as pencil and paper but i just couldn't manage. i felt like such a moron but the words just didn't like the ink. it liked the graphite even less. thinkers around the world have relied on these two methods of writing for centuries and i could barely manage an ellipsis...
oh sure, i could think of myself as some uber-cool neal stephensonish character who is one with the computer and conquers the world with a little bit of aikido and a single stroke to the keyboard, but i just felt like a geek. one tiny geek sitting behind her tiny keyboard, pushing her glasses up every now and then to see who's coming into the room. insert appropriate geek noise here.
the sad truth is that i can't write as fast as i type. when i type i can just sit in front of the keyboard, mesmerized by how fast my fingers can output the thoughts that fly from synapse to synapse. it's almost like using a ouija board. when i have pen and paper, all i can do is scribble down condensed versions of my thoughts and hope that i can remember my whole stream of consciousness by the time i get to a keyboard. i'm going to be so upset when the olde carpal tunnel sets in and i'm stranded from the keyboard. maybe i'll be able to get one of those cool stephen hawking devices that just reads where my corneas are pointed and zaps it straight into the computer. it'll be my first installment as a cyborg. there i'll sit, entering things like 'machines feel good'. <3.31.00>
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