It's as though each piece of electronics we own participates in some invisible, yet organized, rally against us. First the iPod/iTunes thing. Where once the iPod and my computer didn't want to talk anymore, now the iPod is dead. Dead dead dead. And I'm sending it back to Oz, where it will hopefully receive a new heart.
And now it's my Kurzweil. One key's action went out a few weeks ago, which is feels like I'm tapping a toy. And just a few days ago something bizarre has happened on the inside. It now it feels like a ballpoint pen has lodged itself with the keys. When I press a note, it won't move. If I press it obnoxiously several times in a row, the blockage rolls to the next key over. And then, of course, is the intermittant loss of sound. This is not an instrument. This is a mutated, angry beast.
Although I usually feel put out when things break, I still maintain a sense of levity about it. They're machines. They need repair. But right now I'm not in the mood for this. I feel like everything is tumbling towards disaster - and the machines are only a metaphor for my state of mind.
