Dell-iberately saying au revoir

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Just when I was beginning to think about rejuvenating my relationship with my laptop after a summer of neglect, it became clear that it was time to buy a new one. I’d had my second Dell, the Dell Inspiron for almost 6 years and she had served me well–she had never broken; she’d had two new batteries, one rebuild and one cleaning. But for that poor maintenance I’d dropped her on her little head more than once, smothered her in my bed multiple times and generally asked forgiveness but sometimes forgot. So this past 6 months when the ‘h’ key quit working unless I used a hammer on it; when the ‘;’ quit, period, no matter the tool; when she, without the slightest provocation, would get hot and shut herself off–possibly from the masses of Geronimo hair ingested into her cooling system ( or maybe menopause?); and finally while lugging her hefty 7 lbs through multiple airports thinking, ‘This work horse of mine–maybe I should trade her in for a lighter, swifter model’… all of that coalesced one morning last week. I was home sick with a summer bug, and thought I’d look at new laptops. I found a new Dell I liked, made a mental note that it really was ‘time to get a new one’, marked the site to come back for another look, went to another site to pay a bill, and voila–my laptop flashed a sign saying that not only did I have a virus, but she had one too, and to click here to protect it (which was the WRONG thing to do)…and bam, within 10 seconds, it was over. Quick, relatively painless. Andy, long suffering human that he is, was able to get 6 years of data from the back up. And after about 30 seconds of discussion we decided to put the old girl out to pasture.

So…I have been out of cyber touch even more the last 10 days or so. Not answering my emails. Not writing weekly for my beloved ‘One Single Impression’. Just hanging out in these dog days with Andy, his boys, camping, thinking about the nature of machines, and the Dell’s seeming knowledge that I had made a decision to get a new lover…and then Old ADell II promptly turning over on her back, kicking her legs up and dying…makes me smile just thinking about it.

My new Dell Inspiron 15–jade green, 4 GB, enhanced processor, built in webcam–a souped up beauty you could say–should arrive in a couple of weeks, with bells and whistles and new fall/winter fun ahead. But I honor my old heavy workhorse girl. ADell II helped me start this site, helped me learn a lot about the internet, and taught me about machine-forgiveness. She will be recycled into Andy’s boys’ school computer, also a workhorse Dell, living on in endearing ways.

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I often wonder about the relationship of seemingly inanimate matter with spirit and what passes on a good day for animate matter. I talk to my car, and the Jeep, while male, seems to like my voice. I talk to my house while I clean it and tell it what a good house it is. It seems to like it to, settling a tiny bit on its 60+ year old foundation. I talk to the fire, the stones around my yard, the flowers. And while the flowers, trees and plants are considered animate, they are not usually very verbal. So when any of these beings respond or just absorb my best attempts at communication, I am honored. So I’m really not surprised that the Dell knew my intent to take up with another. Jealous Dell!

As ever, mysteries of matter/time/space. I spent last Saturday night at Pine Mountain Observatory some 20 miles east of Bend out in the desert, with a startling display of early but unmistakably autumn stars. It made me remember a poem about an agnostic who had had her fill of religion, but when she came to die spent one night under the telescoped stars and one night in awe with micrcoscope, and then she was free to fly. I actually thought about my Dell during those sweet hours, pondering what kind of stardust she is made of, and how different–if at all–her stardust is from my own.


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See you all soon, writing with my new romantical partner, ADell III.

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