Volume 2, Issue 3 Page 2 31 Mar 96
Continued from page 1
This technological abyss has engulfed neighboring College of Science as well. The facilities there, which should be the very center of efficient technology, are defunct chambers of outdated, bedraggled laboratory equipment. The local microorganisms vacation at the invigorating Autoclave Spa. The NMR machine refuses to resonate and the pH meter has electrodes that have been seized by the plague. The machines seem to have adopted minds of their own. The pinnacle of technological insanity, however, is the infamous RIT ID card. Those times when you are tired and hungry, but your meal card refuses to register in the machine and that old woman swiping it is beginning to mutter not-so-sweet nothings under her breath. Or when you go to the gym to work out and you wait behind a few a people, who's cards all seem to work fine. But when it is finally your turn, the machine
Dull Roar - J.R. Finlayson
	The Drizzling Eavesdrop Cafe

Honey-brown pizza gasp, -laugh
       What you baffle at-fast
	     Baseball hats and
		   Long blonde
			  Hair
				
			     Smiggits of tiny wine,
			     Moments of tall stardom,
			     A glimpse at newspaper fame,
			     Lying like sinuous flesh on the silky fresh
			     Loneliness sheets that whisper

			     To
			     A
			     Little dame
			     Kissing
			     (Umbrellas)


At what she claimed to be her redemption
beyond but not
betwixt
shame
S
M
A
L
L

			     T
			     A
			     L
			     K
					(was her name)
maliciously rejects your card and as you frantically try again only to turn around and see a swarm of people hovering over you because they do not understand that its not your fault until it happens to them when they get their chance at the evil swipe machine.
And yet, we are all somehow convinced that we could not live without all this glorious technology. It's amusing (and sometimes amazing) how quickly we forget that human beings managed thousands of years without it back in the "good old days" of foraging for food. The established crutch of technology allows us to take one step "higher" than we were, but at the expense of our own natural muscles, which have atrophied in the meantime: most humans no longer know how to survive in the world without technology.

Squirrels. Bushy-tailed rats.
They're territorial.
People like 'em.

Squirrels are fiercely territorial and
much less friendly than rats. Methinks
squirrels are better-liked because they
have bushy tails. Just as most men
think Sinead O'Connor is ugly just
because she's bald. Throw a toupe on
a cobra and people will hug it.
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