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Monday, Sep 18, 2000 6:47 PM UTC2000-09-18T18:47:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Poison PCs

Lead, mercury, chromium -- that's what computers are made of. So why aren't electronics makers keeping them out of landfills?

poison pcs

I was packing 17 dead monitors; nine cannibalized Macintosh CPUs; six obsolete PCs; five printers; five fax machines; three flatbed scanners; six boxes of PCI cards and other stripped components; a garbage bag of cables; a dead Macintosh SE from 1991; a box full of brick-sized Seagate 2.9 GB SCSI drives, external CD-ROM drives, fried power supplies and failed memory; and a giant 21-inch Apple Studio Display crate filled with keyboards, office phones and miscellaneous plastics.

My U-Haul was headed to the Computer Recycling Center in Santa Clara, Calif., one of the few places within 75 miles of San Francisco that accepts cast-off computer equipment for disposal. I later learned of recyclers closer to home, though that morning the CRC was my only lead, and I confess to a certain thrill in returning my toxic e-junk to the county of its birth.

Our company’s IT department, to which I belong, had conducted its usual triage on the castoffs collected during three years at a growing Internet company, salvaging what seemed useful and abandoning the rest. The dead matter was crammed into the truck and I was at the wheel.

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Thursday, Jan 15, 2009 11:52 AM UTC2009-01-15T11:52:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

How to write a poem for the president

Elizabeth Alexander has been commissioned to write a poem for Inauguration Day. But the checkered history of the form suggests it's an almost impossible task.

How to write a poem for the president

When I first heard a poet would read at Obama’s inauguration, I was driving through Oakland, Calif., kid in the back seat, on my way to a cafe with Wi-Fi and a jungle gym. I had a poem to e-mail to a journal and a play date at noon. Melissa Block of NPR’s “All Things Considered” began her story as I pulled into a parking spot, and I idled there for five minutes, passing raisins to my daughter, as poet Elizabeth Alexander spoke about the honor and her plans for the ceremony. How much better can things get? First I get a leader, now I get a poet? Not only a poet, but a poet I recognize and like? Is free daycare next?

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Tuesday, Mar 2, 2004 5:27 PM UTC2004-03-02T17:27:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

E-mail to Australia

From dull longing to document to electrical pulse ...

E-mail to Australia
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It began as an ache, and the ache
became word, handwritten in a notebook
then transcribed on a powerbook

and e-mailed with a mouse-click.
From there it was handed down the layers
(seven total in the protocol stack)

and converted to pulses on wires
crimped together on an ethernet jack.
The wires wended through the floors

insulated by PVC plastic
to a patch panel, mounted on a rack
where the message was passed to a switch

(flashing past on a green LED)
then through a port on a router which
passed it through a port in San Jose,

and so on, until it passed undersea.
Right now, as this reaches Sydney
consider the passage the ache underwent

from dull longing to document
to electrical pulse — and up the stack
back to word, and my ache for you back.

Monday, Dec 2, 2002 6:30 PM UTC2002-12-02T18:30:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Prometheus’ gift of fission

A sonnet commemorating the 60th anniversary of the first laboratory-induced nuclear chain reaction.

Prometheus' gift of fission

PROMETHEUS
In Fermi’s first reacting pile black bricks
Of graphite slugged with uranium
Were stacked to trick the laws of physics
With simple geometrics: Neutrons released
From fission diffused through radii
And slowed towards the surface of an orb
Sized so more neutrons found nuclei
To fission than surface to escape from;
Cadmium rods were inserted to absorb
Multiplying neutrons until the last
Layer of brick was laid — then the rods
Were removed and the pile went critical,
Another theft from hypothetical gods
Of energy from the fuel of the physical.

Tuesday, Jul 31, 2001 8:45 PM UTC2001-07-31T20:45:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Poison Valley, Part 2

What new cocktails of toxic chemicals are brewing in the high-tech industry's "clean rooms" -- and will we ever know what harm they're causing?

Poison Valley, Part 2

In the middle of the 19th century, the baleful effects of mercury poisoning were hard to escape for anyone familiar with California’s quicksilver mines and refineries. As Gray Brechin writes in “Imperial San Francisco: Urban Power, Earthly Ruin,” “a visitor to New Almaden [Mine] in 1857 noted that the smoke from the refinery killed trees and cattle and that, despite short shifts, men exposed to the fumes had ‘pale, cadaverous faces,’ that ‘leaden eyes’ are the consequence of even these short spells, and any length of time continued at this labor effectively shortens life.”

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Monday, Jul 30, 2001 8:32 PM UTC2001-07-30T20:32:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Poison Valley

Is workers' health the price we pay for high-tech progress? First of two parts.

Poison Valley

At the south end of Silicon Valley in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, beside a creek thick with buckeye and sycamore, lie the ruins of California’s first and richest mine. For over a century the red ore known as cinnabar, first roasted for its metal in 1845, was burned in furnaces at New Almaden Mine and reduced through a series of condensation chambers into approximately 100 million pounds of liquid mercury, used to extract silver in Nevada’s Comstock mines and gold in the mother lode.

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