Before the keyboard, people wrote by hand. It was a tedious, laborious situation causing whole books to be dictated to willing, and often adoring, secretaries. This served two purposes: saving the writer's wrist while sacrificing the secretary's, and creating companions for high-strung, anxious writers who are often unable to attract others owing to their obsessive behavior around their own thoughts. These secretaries were not, in ways, unlike the mules that are sometimes kept with race horses, useless and beautiful animals outside of the race track that are calmer in the presence of their companion animal.
The problem is, of course, that I have not yet found the desperate soul willing to risk carpal tunnel for me.
Nor am I exactly a race horse.
Still. Where the hell is my mule?
So here I am, screen-less and therefore keyboard-less, forced to write in longhand.
And worse yet, I am web-less.
I used to not know I was web-less. Just as I used to not carry a phone with me at all times, just as I was previously unaware that whole communities of people were finding common ground and catching up on what they've been up to since high school on Facebook.
It's a hard realization, but I have regressed to cromagnon man, scratching mastodons on the wall while one cave over, homo erectus is painting the Mona Lisa.
I've also developed a belief that next I'll be complaining about how I used to be perfectly satisified without personal tanks of scented air or how irritated I am that my Dream Generator is on the fritz and I'm forced to come up with my own.
I think being computer-deprived is starting to affect my mind.
Still, if there's one thing I've learned here -- and I'm all about the learning -- is that I really like to write.
The laptop has been sent to be repaired.
There's nothing I can do but wait.
In the meantime, if I fail to comment, if it seems as if I am not around, please know that I do what I can, when I can and that I'm still here, in Minneapolis, reliving the turn of the century.
Hoping all is well, I remain , keyboard-less and interwebs-free, your faithful blogger, Pearl.
Sri Anandamayi Ma
11 hours ago