i got my new pooter but i'm a little shy of opening her. maybe on saturday, or should i wait for the solstice. i would have been happy to keep on with my old pooter but she got warped and confused (in the margin with my human error) and finally obsolete. a machine you touch that much almost seems ensouled, and then when it gives up the ghost i think maybe i should honor the transition on the shortest day my birthday and the beginning of another planned obsolescent collaboration of machine and soul. maybe there's an afterlife for a dead machine that has been a boon companion in my transmission of doggy images and to my struggle to make words make sense of me in the sometimes senseless seeming world. ah get on with ya, i hear somebody say.