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Okay it's official.  I have this new mac and I swear it was designed for the sole purpose of making me feel like an utter and complete moron.  I try to maintain my composure when I can't remember ever making the various passwords each system and program keeps impatiently asking for or when I can't contact anyone with significant savvy without being redirected to online service.  Hello, if I weren't already fumbling with the whole online service I would have no need to wait long minutes in phone ques listening to music I would never otherwise subject my auditory appendages to.  I want to take the screen by the shoulders and shake some sense into its sleek lined, techno touting, imac irritating, software.  Alas, it stares back at me, utterly unfazed by my mounting irritation.  I try to remain calm.  I take deep breaths and yet I can't help feeling like this machine is an intruder, taking up my precious time in insular activities with the promise of so much more.  Technology has become a language within a language, its rapidly evolving vocabulary requires devotional practice or you are hopelessly adrift in a senseless world of "http", "google clouds", "usernames" and "passwords" that could humble even Babel.  If I wasn't so dependent on the damn thing (and it didn't cost such a pretty penny) I would pick it up and enthusiastically toss its hardward off a very high building.

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ProfoundAlchemy said…
333 it says above..
hmmm

That mac is sweet..

It is operator error..

poor invalid..

macs run themself for everyone but my poor sister and my brother who likes to pee on them..


that is a private story though..

anyway..

3

3) When harmful places are abandoned, disturbing emotions gradually
diminish. Being without distraction, virtuous endeavors naturally increase.
Being clear-minded, certainty in the Dharma arises. Resorting to secluded places
is the bodhisattvas’ practice.
February 21, 2011 at 2:55 PM
Anonymous said…
Apple products in general are not designed to be used by humans not named 'Steve Jobs'. :)
February 21, 2011 at 7:36 PM
nedleigh said…
You should call Doolittle & Slackmore, technical supporters....... The main problem with mac is that is too easy - problems usually arise 'cuz the easy answer seems too obvious.

Oh, and the 21st century will probably will probably come crumbling around our ears when the solar flares hit....... but let's not dwell on the negative - the Mayan calendar will run out before that even happens, right?!?

Earl Doolittle

Doolittle & Slackmore
"Tackling today's toughest problems.....Tomorrow."
February 23, 2011 at 10:53 AM
Angelina Lloyd said…
Okay. I will be contacting Doolittle and Slackmore ASAP however I was under the opinion that they were slacking on the slopes of Vail with no immediate intentions of technological assistance of any kind.
February 23, 2011 at 7:37 PM
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