48+ Hours Unplugged
Quote de jour
"Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. Computers are from Hell."
The good news: a free, new computer for switching internet providers.
The bad news: waiting for it to be installed. Waiting all week for the IT guy. Losing all my hair.
(a photo for this blog should be HERE but isn't because I can't download any new photos. So, just imagine a commuter train filled with passengers glued to their cell phones etc.)
I confess to a love-hate relationship with technology. I believe less is more. On a train leaving from Grand Central last night, I found myself on an island. Alone with zero technology. Dozens of passengers surrounded me. Every single person sat in their techno-bubbles of i-pods, i-phones, Blackberries, Smart phones, their mouths and thumbs a twitter. Some operated PDA's in both hands like some futuristic gun slinger. They didn't notice me staring. I don't own any of the above appliances except for a cellphone. A simple one. I use it to make the occaisonal call. Usually, I forget to bring it with me. Not that it matters since I normally forget to charge it.
I reveled in the time to twiddle my thumbs, day-dreamed, watched the rain streak the large window, listen to the screech and tug of brakes, listen to snippets of conversations which might find their way into a book one day. All in all a pleasant and relaxing journey home. Before you label me a smug, anti-techie subversive, full disclosure: I'm an internet junkie. I'd rather have a day without sunshine than a day without the glare of a computer screen. My old hard drive was whisked away on Monday to transfer the content onto the new one. I have no idea how it all works. All I know is there is no internet. I'm in withdrawal, 48 hours and counting.
A sexy, black hard drive awaits to be plugged into somewhere. A virgin keyboard without crumbs and coffee stains waits for my fingers. A sleek, flat screen monitor begs to be fired up but I'm still waiting and praying for the IT guy. Geeks will inherit the earth. They are the new gods.
These words were written the ancient way: pen on paper. What a concept! Smears of black ink leave their tattoo on my fingers. Doodles fill the margins. Words are crossed out but ultimately transcribed on my new computer. Woo hoo, there is a god and his name is Clark.
"Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. Computers are from Hell."
The good news: a free, new computer for switching internet providers.
The bad news: waiting for it to be installed. Waiting all week for the IT guy. Losing all my hair.
(a photo for this blog should be HERE but isn't because I can't download any new photos. So, just imagine a commuter train filled with passengers glued to their cell phones etc.)
I confess to a love-hate relationship with technology. I believe less is more. On a train leaving from Grand Central last night, I found myself on an island. Alone with zero technology. Dozens of passengers surrounded me. Every single person sat in their techno-bubbles of i-pods, i-phones, Blackberries, Smart phones, their mouths and thumbs a twitter. Some operated PDA's in both hands like some futuristic gun slinger. They didn't notice me staring. I don't own any of the above appliances except for a cellphone. A simple one. I use it to make the occaisonal call. Usually, I forget to bring it with me. Not that it matters since I normally forget to charge it.
I reveled in the time to twiddle my thumbs, day-dreamed, watched the rain streak the large window, listen to the screech and tug of brakes, listen to snippets of conversations which might find their way into a book one day. All in all a pleasant and relaxing journey home. Before you label me a smug, anti-techie subversive, full disclosure: I'm an internet junkie. I'd rather have a day without sunshine than a day without the glare of a computer screen. My old hard drive was whisked away on Monday to transfer the content onto the new one. I have no idea how it all works. All I know is there is no internet. I'm in withdrawal, 48 hours and counting.
A sexy, black hard drive awaits to be plugged into somewhere. A virgin keyboard without crumbs and coffee stains waits for my fingers. A sleek, flat screen monitor begs to be fired up but I'm still waiting and praying for the IT guy. Geeks will inherit the earth. They are the new gods.
These words were written the ancient way: pen on paper. What a concept! Smears of black ink leave their tattoo on my fingers. Doodles fill the margins. Words are crossed out but ultimately transcribed on my new computer. Woo hoo, there is a god and his name is Clark.
I have always loved technology but I do not use most of these devices. I do have twitter, but rarely use it. I do not use my cell phone, though I should.
I was a test for Blackberry back in 2000 and I loved it then.
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Congrats to you for being so patient!
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I can completely empathize... I don't even have a cell phone, but I would be a bit lost without my internet connection. I Love having the ability to research any topic at a moments notice.
Without the internet, there are dozens of wonderful people I never would have met or become friends with... it would be much harder to stay in touch with family (I used to have a collection of half written letters to everyone I know lol)... and I have Never been able to write at the speed I think, but I can type almost that quickly! I still carry a pocket notebook everywhere I go though... in fact, my last three poems were written there over my lunch break at work!
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I have a definite love/hate relationship with the various technological devices that have become so popular. Like anything else, I try simply to remember the old proverb... even nectar becomes poison in excess!
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