luddite (lite)

i spent my morning in a disagreement with one of my favorite purveyors of technology. the source of our misunderstanding is unimportant, but lies somewhere in the intersection of their website, my expectation and timing. i stepped back from the situation, taking a walk so i could clear my head before a meeting. but this is beside the point.

the point is that when i arrived at the meeting, i felt like i was walking into a David Lynch film. the Man in Red sat on the couch with a cow on his shirt while the Woman in Yellow stood on one leg by the counter. the Sick Lady was gliding about in a white robe, convalescing from the vomitous night that was. everyone in the room wore names from some long-dead language, and an eerie jazz soundtrack filled the room from a cell phone's loudspeaker.

"There [are] mysteries around here." - Kerouac