10 Dec 2006 @ 05:34, by Ge Zi
Something that survived unwaveringly distraught and upheaval has now died!
This is its story.
It all began in the early dawn of the internet bubble. Who does not remember the days when you just wrote - yes, sometimes with pen and paper - to yet another startup to get free stuff?
That was the time when I received my free commuter mug from - Amazon.com. And a nice mug it was. Poetic wisdom printed right on it:
"I can't understand why people are frightened by new ideas. I'm frightened by old ones." - John Cage
or
"The world is but a canvas to the imagination." - Henry David Thoreau
This mug found its way right into my life. A firm place in the cup holder of my old Jeep Wrangler - a trusty companion on my trips to clients.
Over the years the internet bubble burst, the clients went away or changed and the Wrangler was succeeded by a Grand Cherokee.
But the Amazon mug remained. An indispensable companion on the less frequent journeys to clients but more frequently on my desk when discovering the depth of internet marketing - a subject that had initially given birth to it.
I could not imagine a life without it - I had so much gotten used to it as it probably had gotten used to me - we were a team!
But then three days ago I noticed first signs of trouble - condensation between the two layers of plastic that had protected my hands from the hot liquids inside and which, between them, had given home to the paper shouting into the world words of wisdom - little water droplets that should not be there - that could not be there!
Unable to confront the reality of these facts I just tried not to see them - "It will go away - it will evaporate!"
But it did not.
Today it was more than just condensation droplets, way more - today it was tea from last night I noticed when in the morning lovingly grasping my mug.
The diagnosis could only be a crack in the inner container. Nothing that could be done about it - nothing!
The only relief from my sorrows I could imagine was writing this requiem as a little thank to a dear comrade who finally cracked under his burden - dutiful but often not noticed.
Thank you! And thank you Amazon for giving rise to this friendship - although I still don't know who is John Cage.
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