10 January 2006
As long as what you are afraid of is something
evil, you may still hope that the good may come to your rescue.
But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it
also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very
thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live,
and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable?
--C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
I've been plagued, for one by an infernal plague upon my health for the past week, and for two by an infernal plague upon all surrounding items of electronic origin. I haven't had a decently working cell phone in months, I conned Elena and Eugene to drive a television up here from Savannah that turned out not to have working buttons or an ability to be remote controlled, and my laptop continues to die a painfully tragic screendeath that is eating it alive from the inside. It makes me want this with all the power in my little heart, power which unfortunately is not worth $1999.
Also, I suppose glasses are not electronic, but my nice glasses vanished off my face at MJQ a few weeks ago, and the second-best pair I have are bent and also fall off my face.
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I put some belated pictures onto my flickr, from New Year's Eve, but they're not nearly as fabulous as the others.