Weapons of Mac destruction.

Water and laptops don't compute

In an age of Apple Watches and Google Glass, shouldn’t laptops be impervious to water damage?

As someone who has toted their computer into the bathroom while showering in order to "kill two birds," I must request that hardware designers take people like me into account and devise a way to fully waterproof these machines. At the very least, being someone who also keeps their source of hydration and caffeination perched next to their MacBook Pro while furiously working away on it each day, I beg these tech wizards to please create a truly splash proof keyboard.

My precious laptop is filled with unpublished drafts of children’s books, novels, poems, songs, short stories, memoirs, blogs and journal entries. This poor machine recently drowned. It uttered a faint "uncle" when I went to turn it on one morning after shutting it down normally the night before. There was an aqueous event that day before however. My water bottle, once a benign vessel for liquid, is officially a Weapon of Mac Destruction.

The pink Contigo was innocently hanging out in its usual position during my workday – poised to the right of the laptop, on a coaster. It usually houses ice-cold water from my refrigerated Brita pitcher and since I do not run the AC, the house was at a dewy 81 degrees. As the science of condensation would have it, the cold water in the warm room caused the bottle to sweat. When I picked up the container for a sip, beads of filtered water perspired onto my keyboard.

I hurriedly rushed to clear away any visible wetness, even detailing between each key with a q-tip. I breathed a sigh of relief as the computer went on working the rest of the day, as per usual. I shut her down in the evening before going to bed, as always, but that next morning, as stated above – the silver lady could take no more. I should mention, she had already made her aversion to water known. She had previously protested against showering with me, permanently shutting down her attached keyboard, for…

Strawberries for as far as the eye can see.
Strawberries for as far as the eye can see.

First garden reaps food and thought

I took down my garden this morning.

The gesture is one that seasoned gardeners realize is an inevitable part of the growing cycle; what is put in, at one point, must be taken out in order to make room to start again. It’s like one of my favorite mantras in Kundalini Yoga, "SA TA NA MA" which means "Infinity / Birth, Life, Death, Rebirth."

But, I am a novice and this was my very first garden, so the patch’s preciousness mixed with prideful memories of the vegetative successes that burst forth made this a somber event, and one that I was none too keen to oblige.

Of course, I could just leave the barren plants, now sizzled from the heat of summer sun and wilted from when my travel schedule forced me to neglect tapping the rain barrels. Time and temperature would naturally take care of the bulk, decomposition would be victorious, the plants that started out as seed, would wither right back to where I initially buried them just months before. But, I was too enthused to put in my fall garden to be that kind of gardener.

This newfound zeal for making things grow is the byproduct of participating in an organic farm work exchange program that made me realize farming is a sport. Maybe it’s not a formal sporting event and there is certainly no National Farm League – yet – but, after working in the fields just once a week for a few months, I’m pretty sure the athleticism required to put produce on the table qualifies for the term. My muscles can testify that four hours of hoeing and forking is one of the best workouts I’ve ever experienced. I could probably get some back up on that from FarmersOnly.com.

My work exchange required me to do a fieldwork shift once a week, which allowed me to indulge in manual labor in what I considered idyllic work conditions – outdoors, under the sometimes too hot sun, in usually too high of humidity, but outside nonetheless. There were no pesticides or chemicals used and fields of my favorite greens and cruciferous vegetables s…