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Wednesday, October 13, 2004 My life with/without it I’ve tried from time to time to blog regularly, but my slow computer forbids. Once my notebook is occupied by two or three Python programs, any typing is in vain, unless you can bear a 20- second frozen screen on between every word you type. On the other side of the coin, the break from my computer, although taken involuntarily, gives me some justified time to do things I’ve long wanted to do but can’t do for fear of wasting time that is supposed to spent on my dissertation: laundry, calling friends, watching every news hours on CNN, playing Scriabin that long been laid on my piano, and watching rerun of Saturday night live midnight at E!, and best of all, going Starbucks to read without pulling my computer case. Last week, I even feel totally carefree for spend the whole day taking a visiting friend to Getty, Venice beach and late night jazz in Santa Monica. Such a time used to bring guilty pleasure to me, like the feeling of a mum sneaking out for a quick window shopping while the baby taking nap. Since my baby-my computer is having fun running python, I felt totally justified to leave it alone. Then I wonder since when the computer started to take control of our life. Why I have to go everywhere carrying it, or thinking about it. Is it a baby that never grows up and needs my full attention? To some degree, I felt a little bit blessed that my computer with 256MB memory and with no Pentiums runs like a turtle. Work never ends; we’ve become compulsive to perform one task after another, some serious and some just for fun, on our computers. My dear friend Le calls computer our ‘squared-face lover’; I have to say this must be a totally insatiable lover that wants endless touch and stroke; or, wait, are we the ones that are too horny to stop when facing it? Anyhow, in one or two weeks, my computer will finish this run of data mining and call for my return to its side. And I, no doubt, like being hypnotized, open my arms and stretch my hands, embrace my baby/lover and never let it go. posted by lmeimei @8:16 PM| permanent link| | |
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