“Hello.  My name is Deb and I am Technology Dependent.”

From my Apple iPhone to my programmable Zojirushi rice cooker, I am surrounded and often overwhelmed by the devices in my life. I admit that I feel a strong need to control and master them, enforcing my will on their shiny plastic and metal bodies. I have long been a jiggler of toasters and once threw a Comcast Remote Control across the room. I want to share the story of my latest technology crisis in hope that it might help others.

An Unhealthy Relationship From the Start

My desktop computer’s name is Big Mac. He’s an elegant all-in-one model, which means the dual processors, hard-drive, and everything else, is hidden inside a slim, desktop case that fits like a tight white t-shirt stretched across muscular abs. He has a glorious twenty-three inch, high definition flat screen. It was love at first sight when I saw him resting casually on the polished granite countertop at the store. His big fruity insignia and sleek body led me to overlook the potential pitfalls of his ultra contemporary design. I looked deep into his screen and was lost in wonder. He is the most beautiful, ambitious, hard working computer that I ever aspired to own.

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