Our Technology is Better
right?
I used to carry a tape recorder. It ran out of batteries. I was halfway through an interview when it happened. I was talking to Suzerain Melowin of Iswa. It’s a tiny island republic in the Mediterranean. He was explaining the subtleties of season fluctuations in the cardamom harvest and their impact on chronic rebellion in developing nations. I couldn’t tell my editor of my failure. Instead I wrote a story about how the Suzerain liked pancakes and had played soccer as a boy. Then I quit my job. I left no forwarding address.
I purchased a digital recorder. It holds 124 hours of audio. I can parse, cue, and reverse the audio by brain power, which, the salesman assured me, means I don’t have to break the context of my authoring application during transcribing. I thanked him. I still do not have batteries.
On the way home, I noticed the ravens on the highway. I don’t remember when there came to be so many ravens. They spilled into the sky like pepper scattered on a countertop. The sat on the arc of a telephone line like a row of charcoal buttons on a snowman’s chest. A man in a silver-blue pickup cut me off. I gave him thirty seconds of the horn and took the parkway home to cheat the traffic.

