Man vs. Machine
A few pairings come to mind here: Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel, Thomas Jefferson and the Declaration of Independence, Johann Sebastian Bach and “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”, Heath Ledger’s performance in The Dark Knight, and few others. The pattern here is brilliance completing a masterpiece – where mere mortals begin to mingle with infinity, where the raging potential within our humble frames can no longer be contained and must come bursting forth, demanding to be free.
Ladies and gentlemen, we may now add to this exclusive list, “Eli and his PC”.
This bee landed in my andric version of a bonnet several weeks ago when I got thinking we really need two functional computers now that I’m in school and Kira has a calling that is heavy on the paperwork. As I got looking into what’s on the market these days I just wasn’t finding anything that was quite right. Finally, I took to heart the old adage, “If you want something done right, you’ve got to do it yourself.” After (a lot of) emails consulting my younger brother, who has tread this ground before, I took it upon myself to build a computer from scratch. Hours of research yielded the proper parts, and when they all arrived, I (panicked a little bit and then) confidently performed the nearly surgical procedure to build the perfect machine. When the moment of truth came, my heart beating like a bass drum, my palms sweating, and not a breath escaping my diaphragm for fear of the tension in the room… nothing happened. No fans turning, no lights blinking, no tones beeping. No fireworks bursting. No parades jubilating. I could feel the stroke coming on until I decided to reexamine my work before tossing the whole stupid tin can into the garbage and fleeing to my room to sulk and binge. Within a few seconds it occurred to me that I may have wrongly connected the fan’s power in two places, thus preventing any current from flowing. I unplugged one end, and pulled the switch again, this time shouting to the heavens, “Give my creation life!” a la Dr. Frankenstein.
I then drank the sweet nectar of success, squeezing out every last drop into my parched mouth. And I was filled. My machine lived. It and I were instantly bound – two beings of one mind and purpose – our only goal to produce hyperbolic blog posts with slightly faster speed than had ever been experienced by humankind (or so I assume). Consider yourselves warned.