obsolete devices

    the silence of the library was broken by the small chime of her phone, unmistakable to her ears – the default ringtone of an old phone, long obsolete. fumbling with the device she stands, an apologetic glance sent towards the other girl in the library, sitting a few tables away, as she took the call – walking briskly out into the hallway.

    moments pass, then minutes, && finally hoshi returns. walking even quicker than before she nearly into the chair she’d left ajar while leaving, && with trembling hands she began to gather her things. swallowing thickly she fought back the tears threatening to spill over, thinking over the words the woman from the hospital had told her.

    ’ your brother was hospitalized an hour ago, he’s fallen into a coma. you’re the only emergency contact who answered our calls. ’ without realizing it a small whimper had escaped her, && she reached up to her face to find it wet with tears. shaking now she steadied herself on the table, eyes darting upwards as she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.

    ❝ uhm… hello o, ok, oka, okane-san…her voice shook with her body, && it cracked with the emotions in turmoil behind the crumbling mask of calm she’d attempted to put up. // @marisile ; closed starter

Remember when you were a kid and you personified so many inanimate objects around you? You’d group all your stuffed animals together so they wouldn’t be lonely at night or you’d think about cars in a parking lot talking to each other while they wait for their drivers to return? 

I never really stopped believing this, not totally. I like to park my Jeep next to other Jeeps because I consider them family. The few action figures I have all stand next to each other on the same shelf. I don’t really believe that they talk to each other at night but I think the grouping together just makes them content. I kinda talked about this awhile ago here about obsolete devices and I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking about this lately. Marie Kondo has a book about de-cluttering your life and it involves getting rid of the things that dont explicitly bring you joy, but only after thanking them for the role they played in your life. It’s not necessarily for the object’s peace of mind, but for yours. 

But I do sincerely feel that if we as humans create something with a particular purpose in mind, that there’s some kind of harmony that exists within the object when it fulfills that purpose. A toaster, for example, wants to toast. Pens want to write. A car wants to drive. That’s what it was made to do. Moreover, a car gets familiar with a driver and their specific way of driving and, if you’re not pushing the car too hard beyond its means but actually taking it out for long, scenic excursions (since that’s what cars want to do), it’ll stay in relatively good repair. A car, just like a pet, doesn’t want to be shipped off to a new owner, which is why so frequently cars break down immediately after being sold to someone new. You give a cherished knick-knack to a friend who expressed interest in it and they lose it within weeks. Those things didn’t like their new life. They have a sole function they want to complete: serving you. 

I dont know that I would call this a spirit because I dont think it goes as deep as that. But when something is fulfilling its purpose, when you have that harmony within its parts, I can only equate that harmony with some kind of happiness or at the very least a tranquility. All its inner mechanisms moving in unison to complete the task it was designed to do. It just makes you appreciate your things a little bit more, but on the same note, you gotta allow them to be themselves. A car doesn’t want to sit in a garage all winter long. A house falls apart when people are no longer living in it. Sure, these things will deteriorate over time no matter what, but so do people so maybe they’re also deserving of your love.

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Rose sighs at the intercom announcement and stands up. Really, she welcomes the distraction, but the pile of post-mission paperwork on her desk won’t disappear on its own, and this interruption only prolongs her day at Torchwood when she’d much rather be at home with the Doctor. 

Hurrying down the hallway and then jogging down the two flights of stairs until she exits the door on the correct floor, Rose wonders what the admin department needs from her. It’s not exactly a department that usually requires the use of the almost obsolete intercom device. 

As soon as she enters the admin department, however, all her questions are answered when she sees the sight in front of her.


Paper shoots violently out of a giant printer/copy machine, attacking the Doctor (and the rest of the office) with a storm of paper. While it’s clear he tried to improve the machine with his sonic screwdriver, the machine quite obviously thought it was just fine as is.

Rose doubles over in laughter, and the Doctor turns to her with a ‘just been caught red-handed’ expression on his face. 

“Rose!” he squeaks over the sound of the machine and paper fluttering about the room. “It’s not what it looks like!”


Intaglio ink relief print of a cassette tape…. the texture of music. I ripped open a cassette, and wanted to capture the texture of another “obsolete” musical device. A reminder that this is what we used to listen to music at one point in time.

i intaglio wiped the parts of the cassette tape, ran it through the press, and this is the beautiful detail and texture i got, simply from the inside of a device we used to use to play music, an obsolete technology that held sound in rolls of tape.

This is part of a series of prints i did, where i took musical devices, dismantled or dissected them, and pulled print images from them.

“Cassette Tape.” from The Texture of Music Series. Intaglio relief print on Rives BFK Paper. 2015.

Writing Tag

I was tagged by @misdemeanor1331

1) How many works do you currently have in progress?

You’re gonna make me count?  4 fic, 3 original, and two fics on deck.  fml

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?


3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Imma have to go with both.  Ebooks are great.  They transfer across devices, you can share the friends on the other side of the world.  But nothing will ever beat the glorious scent of a paperback mingling with the equally glorious scent of my morning coffee.  Also, when the zombie apocalypse strikes, rendering all electronic devices obsolete, I’ll still have my massive book collection. 

4) When did you start writing?

I dabbled in high school, but to no great effect.  I was too busy playing soccer and defacing property.  It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties (when I was no longer playing soccer or defacing property) that I started writing fanfiction.  It went downhill from there.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

My bestie, but not the porny stuff.  That’s not her jam.  I do have a lovely group of writer friends that get to read all of my rubbish before i share it with the rest of the internet universe.

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

My bedroom, when it’s not -6541 degrees.  When it gets too cold I move into the living room.

7) Favourite childhood book?

I read rubbish as a child and remember almost none of it.  BUT, in high school I started reading Terry Brooks’ Shannara series, and was sold eternally to the fantasy genre.  A close second are the Green Rider series by Kristen Britain and Eye of The Hunter by Dennis L. McKiernan.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Uh, both?  Isn’t everyone’s dream to make a living doing what they love?

9) Pen and paper or computer?

I used to write everything long-hand, then type it up, but that was before I had a laptop.  Now, I work almost exclusively on my computer.  But I remember my roots.  Early planning stages of longfic/original works always include a stack of index cards and I never go anywhere without a notebook of some kind.  Even if I just write a paragraph or two, it’s usually enough to get my brain going again.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

Yes.  I have taken two separate creative writing classes, and I hated both of them.  They kept wanting me to write about myself.  I don’t want to write about myself.  I write to get away from myself.  Sheesh.  

I have also taken Shonda Rhimes’ Masterclass on script writing.  Two thumbs up for anyone looking to get into writing for television.

11) What inspires you to write?

Life?  Reading? Talking with my friends?  People watching?  Bad TV watching?  Take your pick.

Mostly though I just love it.  Even when I really, really don’t.

Sorry, guys @destimushi @halzbarry @casloveshisfreckles @fanforfanatic