{"id":65,"date":"2005-05-31T21:32:02","date_gmt":"2005-06-01T01:32:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/05\/31\/technology-troubles-of-the-spin-cycle"},"modified":"2007-02-16T02:22:16","modified_gmt":"2007-02-16T06:22:16","slug":"technology-troubles-of-the-spin-cycle-kind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/05\/31\/technology-troubles-of-the-spin-cycle-kind\/","title":{"rendered":"Technology troubles of the spin cycle kind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name=\"a1914\"><\/a>  Have I mentioned before that I&#8217;ve had trouble with gadgets and all electronic things since moving into this house in November 2002?  Yes, I have mentioned it.  My iBook is fritzed; some other computers have gone glitchy; and my oh-so-ecologically-correct (water &amp; energy saving) Bosch <a href=\"http:\/\/www.boschappliances.com\/2003_dev\/default.asp\">dishwasher<\/a> is a piece of shit that&#8217;s leaked on me so often that the service guy might as well know the code for the house alarm&#8230;.   (I thank my lucky stars that we had the foresight to buy an extended service plan, which expires in September, however&#8230;) The heating system cracked its boiler (and needed replacing); the phones are always &#8230;<em>peculiar<\/em>; the lights above and below the kitchen cabinets mysteriously burn out before their time (we&#8217;ve now decided to let them die vs. replacing the bulbs, hoping to be able to replace them with another kind of energy-saving lighting system eventually); the alarm system (mentioned above) has &#8220;spells&#8221; (naturally never when we&#8217;re home, only when we&#8217;re away); the automatic outside lights set their own schedule; and and and &#8230;  Grrr!  The list goes on.  Yesterday, the also-oh-so-ecologically-correct energy and water saving front-loading <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sears.com\/sr\/javasr\/product.do?BV_UseBVCookie=Yes&amp;vertical=SEARS&amp;sid=I0080602320003900085&amp;pid=02644082000\">washing machine<\/a> decided that spinning is &#8230;so 2004.  It just won&#8217;t spin no more.  The load of &#8220;darks&#8221; I finally managed to extract from the machine, once it released its iron grip on the &#8220;door lock,&#8221; has sat outside on a wooden drying rack.  Except it&#8217;s not drying, since we did get a return of the cooler and wetter weather, and in the interim, the ants decided to take up residence in the laundry&#8217;s crowded and deliciously damp folds.  Hmmm, maybe we could turn this into a homeschooler&#8217;s science fair project?<\/p>\n<p>Laundry.  Who cares, right?  But it was one of those small things I pursued &#8212; to get <em>it<\/em> done on specific days, to make me feel in control and efficient &#8212; and now the baskets with their dirty piles are littering the hallway while the sock- and underwear-drawers mimic anorexia.<\/p>\n<p>As for the repair guy?  He was supposed to call tonight to tell me that he can come tomorrow before noon.  Since I haven&#8217;t heard from him, however, I guess he&#8217;ll call tomorrow before noon to say that he&#8217;ll arrive sometime before 7 pm.  Mr. Maytag may be lonely, but Mr. Kenmore is too busy by half.  Waiting for service calls is like a pin in a balloon: disappointing, disruptive, deflating.  If we didn&#8217;t all have a million other things to do, attending to technology and its service wouldn&#8217;t be a big deal.  Real people don&#8217;t live like that, though.<\/p>\n<p>It seems that technology, too, is not without its dirty underpants.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have I mentioned before that I&#8217;ve had trouble with gadgets and all electronic things since moving into this house in November 2002? Yes, I have mentioned it. 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