|I have a 75 watt, glare free, long life|
Harmony House light bulb in my toilet.
I have been living in the same apartment
for over two years now
and that bulb just keeps burning away.
I believe that it is fond of me.
I first read Affectionate Light Bulb, one of Hippie Freak-Out poet Richard Brautigan’s more cohesive poetic works, more than 30 years ago. Unlike the majority of his decidedly trippy, nonsensical pieces, it’s always stuck with me. Some inanimate objects seem to function so well, so much longer than expected, it’s easy to personify them and imagine they’re being loyal.
My most loyal gadget is the Salton Model MW-1 Hot Spot mug warmer my mother bought me as a Christmas gift in 1988 for around ten bucks. Rather cheap and disposable by consumer appliance standards, my particular Hot Spot is still chugging along after nearly 23 years of constant use. It sat in my dorm room in college, my classroom as a teacher for eight years, as well as a series of cubicle jobs as a graphic designer, database administrator, software engineer. It’s been left on for days at a time. It’s cracked, yellowed, worn, rusted and scratched, but it still keeps my morning coffee and afternoon cup of rooibos at just that perfect temperature that is piping hot, but still allows me to take a sizable gulp without fear of scalding my tongue. I wouldn’t trade it for two or three new ones.
What gadget or machine do you have that seems to be anthropomorphically loyal in its unexpected longevity?