Fare Thee Well Hard Drive

As far as anyone can tell...my hard drive died last night after 3 years
of hard work in my mac G4 power book. Bad news is, I didn't back up
some important documents that most definitely need some backing up. So,
I called a friend who has the power with all things computer and he
said my last hope was to freeze the drive (literally) to retrieve all
of the needed data..this was astounding to me. Anyways, my friend Jason
saw how much this was affecting my health as I was pacing back and
forth and trying to put together a rescue plan for data retrieval. So
he took it, and he'll mess with it...he might freeze it....for now, no
laptop.Just using whatever I can find. The POINT: Losing something like
a laptop makes me realize the unbelievable amount of time I spend
investing into machines. My friend Sarah and I were talking the other
night about this problem. She told me that it's almost like a part of
us (our humanity) has already become so dependent on technology that
it's like we're clones... an extension of ourselves. It's very unusual
how people,relationships, and connections become so disposable. This is
so, obviously, for an array of reasons, but I'm saying technology
proves as a very solid barrier for true,organic human interaction. It
provides tons of resources and connections that would otherwise be
unattainable. But it seems to de-humainze a whole lot. I could explain
why, but it's sort of ambiguous to me...I mean it's in the early stages
of my own processing. There's also the question of how it's
(technology) used...whether it's as an aid or abandaid. Simply questioning, that's all.

Last
week, I went to a local farmers gathering where folks were invited for
$10 to eat locally raised and grown pork, beer,biscuits and collard
greens.I can't recall the name of the group that put it together, but
visit my chum Cameron's blog..it's to your right...he invited me to
this event and I owe him $10 for getting me in. The place was vibrant
with conversation, laughter, and farm people. You could tell the
farmer's children had an element of non restraint that was completely
attractive. They had land... they grew and raised food...from means to
end....from seed to plant. The farmer's seemed to maintain a
nonchalant, open disposition that was unlike the city or suburbia folk I'm accustomed to. One farmer even offered me a job on his farm after catching a glimpse of the VESPA t-shirt I had on. He told me I could ride 1 of the 2 engine-less VESPAs he owned on his farm. Part of me wanted to take him up on it. These seemed like a peculiar people who had survived some of the violence of technology. I'm sure they may have computers and/or TVs
, microwaves, fax machines. But these people seemed to understand
process, sun, earth, and what not. There's an inherent connection
there. It inspired me in a roundabout way. God bless the farmers.