finally, at long last, it is finished. the perfect computer has been built.

and it's completely unimportant.

in the past, it was always a question of figuring out how to ration processor cycles. close this app? open that one? wait... the computer is thinking, let it finish.

and so on. of course, now that the machine has been custom built for performance, all of this building has also taken place at a pivotal moment when computers themselves are becoming more of a side show than the center stage attraction.

somewhat sudden, nonetheless, that technology is taking a backseat to reality: over the past six weeks, a recent class has brought unknown resources to the fore, simultaneously arousing a sense of confusion, curiosity and complete impatience for old limiting beliefs. the difficulty now lies in having to untangle outmoded self-defense mechanisms and transform them into useful ways of interacting with a remodeled worldview... and then there's the question of how to live without a nine-to-five... until other endeavors pick up the difference (and the debt).

technology is no longer a fetish. flesh and blood have taken its place.

about time, saru. the world has been waiting for you... which isn't to say that computers are somehow not intrinsic to communication and work; perhaps moreso now than ever before. the main difference is that it is now as natural to go offline as it once was to go online... an odd sideffect of this is that, having stepped outside of that world, computers and technology are now easier to interact with -- in a way, it is more familiar now that it isn't so close, not so bound up in questions of identity. technology, and the mastery of it, is no longer a question of pride. a processor is just a processor.

i can hear myself think again...

audio: cibelle . shine of dried electric leaves . instante de dois