Forced transitions

As those of you who follow my Tweets and/or FB updates know, a new acquisition was welcomed into my world yesterday in the form of a new laptop. This followed a rather sudden and (briefly) traumatic morning of loss when my trusty iBook laptop decided to crap the bed after being moved over on my desk a few inches while running. The hard drive started making sad noises, followed closely by the pinwheel icon of death (familiar to MAC users), followed by repeated failed reboot attempts. After a brief period of wailing and gnashing of teeth, I realized that the time had come for the new acquisition. The biggest pain about it was going to be starting from scratch vis a vis web browser bookmarks, calendar entries, and music library contents. I viewed this as a major bummer, to coin a phrase dating back to the eighties, seventies, and even sixties.

Having previously committed time to Janet at KPFT for premium packing and mailing, I headed over to the station, where I could fulfill the commitment as well as get online and make an appointment at the Apple store to confirm the demise of the iBook and secure the replacement.

Halfway to the station (an amazingly straight shot down Studemont/Montrose over the course of a few miles) I was set straight in terms of the state of my world (which I thought had ben severely inconvenienced) by the sight of a fender bender involving an innocent motorist and the cab which had rear ended said traveller. I thought to myself "man, that cabbie's day has just begun to suck", not in a gloating way at all, merely in a way that put my seemingly earth shattering circumstances in perspective.

It helped quite a bit, and also brought to my attention the power that technology has managed to hold over us as a society in a very short time. I had a very palpable pit of the stomach feeling for the few hours between the time I new that the iBook was dead and I had the Macbook in hand and then at home and running. It was similar to the feeling that I have had on the few rare occasions that I have forgotten my mobile phone and been without it for more than an hour (OH MY GOD, WHAT IF SOMEONE (THE OFFICE) CALLS?!?!?!?)

Wasn't I swearing less that 10 years ago that I would never have a cell phone because of its essential function as an electronic leash?

I suppose that I'm still clinging to my fleeting memories of being able to roam away from home unable to be contacted in any way, yet realizing that the world is at a place where one is contacted via these mediums that you can have with you anywhere, and where one is expected to be contactable anywhere. It's actually kind of rude when you stop and think about it, but then again, maybe it is if you can remember a time when it wasn't the norm. I suppose this is the onset of what getting old and watching the world move on feels like (while still (begrudgingly) adapting). It also feels like it has a bit to do with things in my life passing on (Scooter, the compy of 6 yrs) in close succession, but that is probably something for another post, since this one has exceeded my attempt at brevity, which was inspired by Crystal, but has not panned out.

Microbursts from the Overactive Brain

Having received a concerned email concerning the lack of activity here over the past eighteen months or so, I felt compelled to inform anyone who still may be checking in with any semblance of frequency that the majority of snarks and commentary can be found at my Twitter page. Initially created as a single conduit to bounce status updates along the line to Facebook (morphing into the new empirical Goliath with questionable motives (or not so questionable - profit is very transparent and the noblest of causes, right?)) and MySpace (thrashing and woofing a Stegosaurus's demise in the tar pits of online obscurity and obsolescence since its acquisition by the Murdoch information empire), I find myself utilizing it as a forum for random thoughts and information dissemination similar to what was done here in the past, albeit in a much briefer form (this entry, for example, is already 723 letters too long and is a mere breath in comparison to some previous missives).

So, if you're still interested in my thoughts on anything and everything, the Twitter feed can be viewed here.

The occasional post will still be found here, preceded by an announcement of some kind on the feed.

Thanks & Peace,

Phil