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 averted.
No one wanted to [...]

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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 senses
And speaks directly to the soul
Solve for a variable
That [...]

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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 lever
That commands you
To knock that shit off.
And the Sun and Moon [...]

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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 are
More commercials
Where happy, good-looking people
Give each other brand new cars
Festooned [...]

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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 are thoroughly caffeinated
A total crapshoot
Which of them is skilled?
Which of them takes [...]

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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
But here’s the thing
I tend to walk barefoot
Around the [...]

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