“Linguo….. dead!?”

Sometimes you don’t realize what love is until it is gone.  It takes a parting and a little bit of heartbreak to make you realize that your life is empty, and almost meaningless, alone.  You can’t get work done, you feel disconnected and purposeless.

Yesterday I came home to find my ibook…. dead.  Well, almost, it ran fine, but the battery refused to charge.  It was on the brink of life, slowly the numbers counted down its last moments: 4 hrs remaining, 3 hrs, 2…. 1 hr.

Ok, true, this is all my fault really.  They say people are apt to blame trauma on themselves.  But, I did spill coffee on the keyboard.  But it was fine when I went to school, really… it seemed all ok. Later that day I stammered around, looking for a way to make it all better.  I figured out that it was simply overloading the AC adapter; it must have been a short somewhere.  If only I could clean the coffee from the circuits, everything would be fine.

Finally, with the last remaining battery power, I backed up my Home directory to the fileserver under my desk.  As I began to remove screws, I realized that Apple does not want you playing inside there and it was a hopeless prospect.  I was defeated.

I woke up early this morning to get down to the repair centre at 8 am.  The verdict: a new part, of course not covered under warranty, and labour.  I will have the computer on Wednesday.  Until then, I am single, disconnected, OFFLINE.   Here I was, wanting to write a thank-you letter, work on some Free Culture stuff.  And now, it is as if I am thrust generations into the past, no lights no phones no motorcars.

I wanted to write about meeting everyone at my new program.  Maybe I can sneak a chance on a computer sometime this weekend.  Until then, I am forced to read and write the old fashioned way.

Maybe I will come back, some day.


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