Friday, January 25, 2008

When I consider how my light is spent

My Thinkpad R50e's backlight died on me today. I turned on my laptop and was surprised to see why there wasn't anything on screen. When my eyes had adjusted a bit, I saw the pale ghost of an image and that's when it hit me.

Sigh. And it was working perfectly well just last night.

John Milton's poem comes to mind right now.

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."

Ah, well, the rest of it still works. Maybe I could just buy a monitor for it.

Hmmm, three years. It's been worth it.


  1. Hiya Dom, have you heard of the saying, "don't talk money in front of appliances lest they conk out before your very eyes."
    Anyway, I think what happened here is a typical case of sibling rivalry. Hehehe.

  2. or from Milton's "Samson Agonistes".
    "Ask for this great Deliverer now,and find him
    Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves,
    Himself in Bonds under Philistian yoke;"

  3. Hi, Gilbert: he he, as it turns out I just needed to massage -- literally -- the edge of the laptop. The light came back. Must've been a loose connection.

    But my Thinkpad is getting on in years.

  4. Hey, Robert: thanks for that, another piece to look up.

  5. Hey dominique, it was good to finally meet you at Nanay's party.

    Pics of the event are up at my Flickr account here:

  6. Thanks, Micmoc! Good to have met you, too. And thanks for the link to the pics.