Analog Nation

… or, “Had To Be Done, People.” They gathered in the town square at noon. The sun, towering at its apex, offered no shade. Dust that had baked in the heat for years crunched under their footsteps, as a bone-dry wind threw swirls of it onto their shoes. All eye contact was accidental, and swiftly [...]

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… or, “A Thousand Times, Why?” Why is it That we can send explorers to a moon Chart the depths of an ocean Peer into the core of an atom Cure children of a disease That would have ravaged whole cities As recently as a generation ago Craft a work of art That defies the [...]

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… or, “You Would Be Surprised How Much Difference It Makes” Aeron, O Aeron You are the Excalibur of chairs Or so they say So then why will you not stop Rocking all the way back So that everything I do Is at a forty-five degree angle? Well. I found it. I finally found The [...]

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… or, “No Seriously, I’ll Burn Their House Down” Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas Is for you to make them stop This year was supposed to be different “Surely,” muttered I, “they wouldn’t dare” Not with the economy doing keg-stands Right? And yet Each time I turn on my beleaguered television There they [...]

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… or, “An Omen To Be Ignored At Your Own Peril” A sign An omen A portent A way to know Upon walking into the salon Who is best suited To cut my hair That is all I ask They all wear black They all look hip/weird/European They all use “volume” as a verb And [...]

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… or, “An Open Letter to Apple Inc., 1 Infinite Loop, Cupertino CA, 95014″ Listen It’s not that I don’t love this thing I do. Really. The brushed aluminum chassis sits by my desk Like an objet d’art The Quad-Core processor Makes Photoshop sit up and beg for its supper It’s probably gotten me laid [...]

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