Creature Fear

December. Tonight, I will bury my powerbook in the new fallen snow.

December 6th, 2006

Tonight, I bury my past and powerbook in the new fallen snow.

Tonight, I will bury my powerbook in the snow. This seems a) like a waste of money, even if it was a junker — I could atleast sell it. b) rather dramatic considering right next to the new fallen snow is a BFI co. garbage hauler. But, nevertheless, I will proceed.

I have heard computer crashing stories, never really fearing that “would happen to me”. But of course I have never been all that great at the backup game, and through unscrewing 40 some screws and 2 days of testing the hardrive in various data rescue operations, the thing was simply — zapped clean. Washed completly of any trace of these things of mine. These 010110’s of mine. But they were faces and lines of strung together honesty, however horribly illetirate and run-ony.

I still don’t know exactly how to phrase what lesson I learned, and I usually don’t care enough to follow through with my self learning to the point of coherently framing it in language, because at the core I know what it is I’ve learned; BUT, I do know that I feel new. I feel like dumping those bad songs and journal entry’s was the best thing that could of happened. I am guilty of it, maybe more than others, but drudging our past around with us too much is of obvious badness, but here I sit in as old of a place as they come, with a new feeling.

Very much love to all of you through this Christmas season.

Im putting on my boots and my mom’s packer jacket she left up here and heading to the limestone bed for a little ceromony they call, renew.

cheers,

Justin