It's interesting.
This computer isn't much good unless it's connected to the internet.
It's just a glorified word processor and music player at the moment.
I'm in here at my own machine composing this entry and will have to put it on a floppy and haul it into Hub Man's machine to send it to you. Kind of like going to the post office eh?
I have just made up another playlist in Windows Media Player.... to narrow it down a bit from the 100 songs I have in there. (A paltry number to some of you I know). "Baby You Can Drive My Car" by the Beatles is playing right now. In my wildest imagination, I never would have thought up this future way back in 1967. Ever.
I Pod, digital sattelite radio players, Mp3, laptops, cell phones, blackberries, (the electronic kind) ... PDA's, cds, tablet PC's, pagers.... the list is endless.
But I also would not have imagined some of the silliness that goes along with it.
Yesterday after struggling with the computer for hours with my son, we took a lunch break. I went outside and pulled weeds. The sun was shining. I transplanted a lavender plant into a terra cotta pot to add to my Zen corner in the front yard. It was SO much more satisfying than the digital struggles. I was sorely tempted to give in to my Luddite tendencies and stick to paper journals and fountain pens that stain my fingers with purple ink from now on.
It's a hollow threat I know.
One wants to share the everyday things of life.... I mean even Thoreau wrote about his retreat to a simpler life. Not being true recluces, we don't want to disappear. But it would certainly be a different tack than the current exhibitionist tendencies in the media. "I'll do anything, wear anything, eat anything, pretend to be anything, let anything crawl all over me, fake anything, as long as you put me on the TV screen. Puuullllleeeeezzzz?"
Really, it's just silly.
I'm silly too.
I simply cannot take myself too seriously today. I'm just to comical, incompetent, and inconsistant to be given that much gravitas.
In the meantime, here's the Zen corner. Imagine it with a small flock of birds at the feeder. They have had their fill for the time being and I think are off taking their afternoon naps somewhere quiet, in a low tech bush in the side yard no doubt.
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