See also: Click of Death:
“Click of death is a term that became common in the late 1990s referring to the clicking sound in disk storage systems that signals the device has failed, often catastrophically. The term is also used specifically to refer to the failure of portable Iomega Zip drives or cartridges. The ‘click of death’ can also be an informal warning system before the data on a data drive is lost.”
I almost really injured myself at work today with a table saw. A piece of wood torqued, caught the saw blade, spun around and hit me almost in the nuts, but missed. I stood stunned for a second, realized I was okay, and realized that I could even still use the piece of wood I had cut - though it had a huge curved gash in the back of it. “Just turn it around,” my boss said.
I remember another time years ago, I dropped my Ovation acoustic guitar accidentally, and the peg holding in the strap at the bottom of the guitar punched up into the body of the guitar. Since the back of it was molded plastic, there was pretty much no repairing it. I was intensely bummed as it was the first guitar I really “bonded” with. I eventually stopped playing it, sold it when I needed money, got ripped off for it by the Ted in Ted’s Music in Mount Vernon and lost a little part of myself along with it.
The point is, you sometimes cross a line where you can’t go back. Sometimes when that happens, you realize you aren’t hurt, that you’re one of the lucky ones. Other times, things just break and they can’t be fixed and literally the only thing you can do is move on.
Get ready to move on.
- END -
ASSOCIATED CONTENT @TMBCHR (Auto-Generated)
3 Comments
Ominous.
Great mini-rant.
As for the dove with needle in its head… Living bodies can tolerate more than we think. That dove will probably be ok until it catches an infection, unless the needle hit an artery. With a little care, even humans can live with foreign objects inside their skull or pierced through their brains. Indeed, ‘many’ people have survived accidents and surgical mistakes with little damage.
Maybe one could cool or heat one’s brain using a pipe of som sort. I wonder what effect that would have on the human mind.
But apart from that, I feel recognition in the notion of reaching a point of no return. That’s something I’ve felt many times in my life, although I’ve generally been more pessimistic about it.
Speaking of having things lodged in you, reminds me of a deer I once saw with an arrow in its shoulder
http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2006/04/27/old-wounds/