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hvincent — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:59:50 +0000

I USED TO CURL UP NEXT TO RUMBLING MACHINES WITH SPINNING DISCS AND CLANKING FANS BLAZING A BOX FULL OF METAL AND PLASTIC THE UMBILICAL CORD TUNNELING THROUGH THE WALLS MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD I LAY IN SOCKS AND A THREADBARE SHIRT MY BED IS A MATTRESS UNDER THE DESK PULSING ELECTRICITY LULLS ME TO SLEEP I USED TO THINK MACHINES WERE INFALLIBLE I USED TO WANT TO BE A MACHINE MY PARETS REPLACEABLE, INTERCHANGEABLE MADE OUT OF MACHINE BITS MY MACHINE DIED. THE POWER BOX FAILED. THE DRIVES GROUND TO A HALT. THE LIGHTS WENT DIM. WHO WILL HUM ME TO SLEEP NOW?

{it watches when i sleep}

hvincent — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:15:18 +0000

the power indicator light on macbook pros pulsates, ‘breathes’, ’snores’, when it’s asleep. when i leave it on the trunk next to the bed and the light faces me, it shines in my eyes all night and keeps me awake. that breathing thing is cute for maybe the first ten minutes that you see it, but then it gets real old. at some point i end up throwing a t-shirt over the entire machine to keep it out of my face.

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