Adrienne Rich

Adrienne Rich, RIP.
 
On Lies, Secrets and Silence informed the beginnings of my undergraduate forays into critical thought and theory. It remains on my shelf to this day.

As I posted here, her poem "In the Wake of Home" is one I identify with, one that echoes so strongly for me and, in doing so, helped to heal and strengthen places in me invaluably.

evil genius cat

So this is Tinker:

Tinker is an evil genius mastermind. Tinkerarity. On Monday night, my three month-old new computer was sitting on the coffee table, in the middle of a restart. I was on the couch, drinking a glass of water, nowhere, theoretically, near enough the computer for shenanigans. Just as I drained the glass, Tinker leapt through the air from the back of the couch in perfect configuration to knock the glass from my hand and send it falling to hit the computer. It left one tiny dent next to the trackpad. In exactly the right place to entirely bork the hard drive. Entirely. Bork. Replace hard drive, do not recover one byte of data. Do not pass go.

Still under warranty, so replacement was free. Paid $100 for them to try basic recovery (serious recovery efforts cost a minimum of $800, up to $3,000, if you want it done without voiding warranty); nada zilch--"hard drive just makes a clicking sound."

Now, the writing was pretty well backed up. I managed the iTunes recovery from the last backup and a cloud download of everything since then. I did lose some things, and it's a big honking pain in the ass, and that cat has switched from trying to kill me to just fucking with me. He figured those angles and the timing to the nth degree. He did. I could see it in his eyes.