Anyway... my Osvaldo is dying. She shouldn't be dying, its just I've put her under enormous stress nearly everyday over the past year, which has been somewhat traumatic for her. Giulia gave her a boy's name and I’ve never looked back. Osvaldo has really been a victim of circumstance: from studio to studio she has suffered many a fall and is subsequently arthritic. She can barely smile without a groan. And despite her slight discoloration, She's still breathing: her belly button murmurs soft breaths of helplessness.
Now you could ask, why after only 3 years is her life slipping away? I mean Macs are made for design, for software that tears relentlessly through the soul... with a tortoise shell built to take any impact. She is meant to be robust, and yes I am rather clumsy but not so much that I'm guilty of homicide. Once you go black you can't go back? Well, once you buy into a Mac you are in there for life. By that I mean various components will need replacement, that doesn't come cheap, within two years of purchase- I am now on cable number three (kind of like a birthday candle for each year). Oh did I mention that most architectural practices have switched to PC, how ugly, because of lack of software compatibility...(fuck you AutoDesk)??? Despite these troublesome times, I would never look to windows...pah!
I still want another Mac. I need it- sorry Osvaldo but despite many happy times we shared together, your time is up. I know it and I don't care that I have been seduced by the shiny-shiny, by the pure minimalism, ease of functionality, the fact that it says my name, tells me my start up disk is nearly full and the time every half hour- in any voice-the fact that everything matches from i-pod, to headphones, laptop to speaker, that she glows like moonlight at night, the feint hummmm. Truly !le petit mort! -!
i-need some air...
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pure poetry...*shudders with involuntary desire* xxxxxxx
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