December 9, 2009 2:27 AM

My computer pulled a muscle, yanked by its umbilical flat on its face. It sat on my desk, in shambolic, deconstructed repose, for a week. Somehow I find decaying technology comforting. If an ax dulls, if shirts grow holes, then cracked plastic, broken spacebars, and scratched screens for my laptop. It's only fair and right.