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15 Jul 98

By Paul Ford

Faith Revisited

Faith Revisited

Today I hit a button on my Macintosh, and the icons organized themselves into the spitting image of the face of Jesus.

I immediately snapped a picture with the picture-snapping utility, but I accidentally had a text document open on top of Jesus's face. Trusting that I had recorded the phenomenon, I selected again, to see what other shapes my icons might assume, but this time the little images shifted randomly. I include the snapshot at left, as proof this happened. If you click, you'll see a full-sized screen; the picture of Jesus is right behind the text window which contains the Subway Diary entry.

Shaken, I made a bowl of cereal, Corn Flakes with 1% milk. I spilled the bowl, and as I knelt to clean up I saw the cereal had fallen in the exact shape of the Virgin Mary kneeling over a creche in a manger in a a little black dress.

I ran to find a camera before the cereal turned soggy, but accidentally kicked over the refrigerator, destroying God's handiwork. Filled with remorse, I made an egg sandwich. I turned on the stove and the burner began to heat. When I cracked the egg, it fell onto the sputtering pan and immediately took the shape of a winged man.

Not wanting to test my luck, I ate the egg on a bagel. No more signs or symbols appeared. I righted the fridge with much effort.

Before bed I went in for a shower and noticed that the rim around the tub was in the shape of the becloaked specter of Death holding a toy subway car while singing.

Needless to say, I did not shower. As I write this, the sound of rattling chains is coming from my bathroom, and I am jumping into jeans, so that I might run into the safety of Brooklyn at midnight.

I immediately snapped a picture with the picture-snapping utility, but I accidentally had a text document open on top of Jesus's face. Trusting that I had recorded the phenomenon, I selected again, to see what other shapes my icons might assume, but this time the little images shifted randomly. I include the snapshot at left, as proof this happened. If you click, you'll see a full-sized screen; the picture of Jesus is right behind the text window which contains the Subway Diary entry.

Shaken, I made a bowl of cereal, Corn Flakes with 1% milk. I spilled the bowl, and as I knelt to clean up I saw the cereal had fallen in the exact shape of the Virgin Mary kneeling over a creche in a manger in a a little black dress.

I ran to find a camera before the cereal turned soggy, but accidentally kicked over the refrigerator, destroying God's handiwork. Filled with remorse, I made an egg sandwich. I turned on the stove and the burner began to heat. When I cracked the egg, it fell onto the sputtering pan and immediately took the shape of a winged man.

Not wanting to test my luck, I ate the egg on a bagel. No more signs or symbols appeared. I righted the fridge with much effort.

Before bed I went in for a shower and noticed that the rim around the tub was in the shape of the becloaked specter of Death holding a toy subway car while singing.

Needless to say, I did not shower. As I write this, the sound of rattling chains is coming from my bathroom, and I am jumping into jeans, so that I might run into the safety of Brooklyn at midnight.