Sunday, September 9, 2012

Poem


Oh almighty algorithm
Governing god of our digitizing experience
We are victims of your shortsightedness
And unbending applications.
Even at 400% magnification
The pixels teeter on the edge
Of our extinction.

Ah Yes, this is a poem born of frustration with the digital camera.  I will not be sorry to be out of range of its clicking and whirring that has been part of our daily existence now for almost a year.
Today was the last day we were to attend church in the building in Augusta.  Next Sunday is conference and it will be held in Westbrook and then 5 days later we start back home.  This coming week is a week of parties – an Ice cream social at Friendly’s restaurant on Wednesday and on Thursday Bill is being taken out to dinner by the men from church.  I think I will sneak down to the Red Barn and order the blue plate special or rather just order up the clam strips and eat myself into a hole.
Sunday is a quiet day and this day is quiet.  Tomorrow it is back to the Archives and all that it holds.

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