Ode to a Macintosh

This morning it struck me that I don't know which bit of my Mac to fall in love with.

It was easy with the Powerbook and the iMac because they are both made of one single unit. With the G5 and it's separate cinema screen things are not so easy.

Do I fall in love with its face - the screen that I stare lovingly at for so much of the day - or do I fall in love with its heart, the G5 box which beats so strongly and responds to my every whim and fancy?

If you think I am mad, and you may be right, this poem by Gary Snyder has just appeared on wood s lot so I may not be alone ...

Why I Take Good Care Of My Macintosh Computer
Gary Snyder

Because it broods under it's hood like a perched falcon
Because it jumps like a skittish horse
and sometimes throws me
Because it is pokey when cold
Because plastic is a sad, strong material
that is charming to rodents
Because it is flighty
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers
Because it leaps forward and backward
is an endless sniffer and searcher,
Because its keys click like hail on a rock
& it winks when it goes out,
& puts word-heaps in hoards for me, dozens of pockets of
gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods
strong on a vine, or it stores bins of bolts;
And I lose them and find them,
Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly layed out
and then highlighted, & vanished in a flash at
"delete" so it teaches
of impermanence and pain;
& because my computer and me are both brief
in this world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates,
Because I have let it move in with me
right inside the tent
And it goes with me out every morning
We fill up our baskets, get back home,
Feel rich, relax, I throw it a scrap and it hums.