Mothership: We Lost the Motherboard...

Woke up one day last week, had some coffee, sat down at the PC and pressed space-bar to initiate from standby mode and,... 'click, ....click .....click ......click' nothing. Many restarts and various plugging and unpluggings later, there is still nothing. Could be the battery but the lights and fans come on, and the motherboard doesn't seem to. Is the PC dead? Maybe so, it's outlived it's upgrade-ability anyways I think. You can only upgrade a PC so long until it's just cheaper to stop and buy a whole new one, not unlike a car I guess.

It's the thing you think about but then when it happens, (a system fail or whatnot), it gives you that panicky dread feeling. At least it does for me,... it's like part of my brain is somehow stuck inside the little metal box (hard-drive of computer) and I need to get it turned back on, and seeing the black screen everytime I press start is freaking me out. Maybe you don't know what I mean and are smart and have all your files backed-up and organized.

Luckily I did a backup of my files a while ago, but everything since then is not backed-up and those files are now in digital limbo, whether they get plucked back into our world or not, remains to be seen. I bought a hard-drive-to-usb cable, hopefully it works; somewhere around is another hard drive that has been only half backed-up onto cd's or dvd's.  

The laptop keyboard I am using now to write this, is compact and throws my whole typing sequence off. In seventh and eighth grade they (the counselor) told me art class had been full so I had to pick something else. The truth was that the teacher did not care for my  older brother who had been in his class (he was a poor art teacher I am guessing) and he did not want me in the class. Both my brother and I (and other family) had natural drawing talent. But the point is I took keyboarding class instead in eighth grade. Which actually was a great help to me and I got far more out of it in my life than dealing with an insecure art teacher.  (To be fair I never met the man, which is fine with me). 

In fact, writing, or keyboarding you could call it, is one of my favorite things. Sure I like using a pen or pencil, but I really love using a keyboard to write. It's so much faster and much cleaner for two things. I can sit and close my eyes and know exactly what letters I am typing and it's fast enough that I can just let my mind go. It's like a feeling of really engaging or releasing the mind in a real time way of expression because the act of typing is so fast in correlation to what I am thinking. It's fun to really get going fast, but it's much harder on a smaller laptop keyboard, (a moot point).

So a sincere thanks goes out to my eighth grade keyboarding teacher, for contributing to me a useful life-long skill. I, like a lot of artists I talk to and read about, of course spend a lot of time writing in addition to making art, the two often (not always) seem to go hand in hand. I consider myself a bit of a poet to be honest, maybe I could share some here sometime, although I might prefer to do it in an anonymous blog, haha, me being so self-conscious and all, at least about writing poetry or prose, whatever you want to call it.

And (I love to start sentences with 'and' if only because teachers and textbooks tell you not to, I am such a literary rebel) that is my thoughts on the lives of PC's, and turning lemons into lemonade (getting what you need not what you want). Keep ready for updates of the salvaging of the two old hard-drives, and a couple lost posts that can be added if I do get the info off of them.