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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