I love noise. It means something is working, alive even.
My girlfriend is noisy. I think some people would call
it barking. But I love it. And even my distinctly beautiful
Bravia whirrs a little. But it's a comfortable pitch. It blends
in with every tick, whirr and snap, that is the orchestral electronica
of my favourite gadgets. Wait until everything is silent, that's when
the panic sets in and the sense of impending gadgety doom sets in
