November 19th, 2010

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Can you really use an iPhone to hammer in a nail, and restrain yourself from logging on to the 'Net?

I seem to have acquired an iPhone. It isn't really *mine* -- it's on indefinite loan from a very kind friend who ended up with an excess number of the beasts for work-related reasons -- but, still, it's sitting there on my desk, all black and shiny (though with some distractingly obvious fingerprints on the screen), just begging me to surf the Internet or call someone long-distance or check the local weather forecast or take a picture of my cat or something.

I've never had a cell phone before, let alone an iPhone. There have been moments when I thought it would be handy -- walking miles to a location, then realizing I didn't bring the precise address with me; planning to meet someone somewhere, but not knowing precisely what time (or where) each of us will be available; seeing a billboard and wondering, "I know I saw that actress in something else ... but what was it?"; going to meet someone at a cafe as arranged and not knowing why they don't show up -- but I'm only now realizing how much I like my solitude when I leave the house. I don't really *want* to be more connected to the entire world all the time. I don't really *want* to have 24-hour access to the Internet. And I'm a little nervous about carrying someone else's very expensive little piece of hardware around in my backpack.

But tools are what we make of them, right? And a cell phone might sometimes be useful. I don't have to become a slave to it. I don't have to mainline Wikipedia everywhere I go. It's my choice.

I mean, just because you wisely don't want to take up the devil up on his offer of all the information and power in the world, doesn't mean you shouldn't just take him up on that one little favor. Right? It doesn't *have* to be a slippery slope.

(I think there were too many "nots" in that last paragraph. My head doesn't like doing that many linguistic u-turns so close together.)

So I'm figuring that for now I'll work on getting used to the *idea* of the iPhone. I'll leave it sitting very conspicuously on my desk, where I will see it a gazillion times a day, and contemplate the ways in which it could be useful to me without insidiously taking over my brain. I must remain strong. I have the power. Is the iPhone the master in this relationship? No, it is I. Repeat as often as necessary.

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In other news, yesterday I was walking down Telegraph Avenue and saw a twenty-something panhandler sitting on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign in front of him that read, "I rely upon the generosity of others." Okay, not so weird, right? But the kid was typing on a friggin' laptop while he sat there. Sheesh! That must be some impressive generosity!
movies

Eddie Rabbit loves a rainy night, and sometimes I do, too.

Rain rain rain rain rain. 'Tis the season, I guess. It was also cold enough to persuade me to leave my flip-flops behind in favor of real shoes and socks.

And we all know what rain means: our annual ant invasion will most likely begin any day now. Sigh.

But I rather like it when the rain pours down at night and I get to listen to it while comfy in the warm dryness of my house, preferably with a cat on my lap. When I'm out in the cold and wet, I don't enjoy it quite so much, but it's not the end of the world. Unlike the Wicked Witch of the West, I won't melt. At least, I haven't so far.

Tonight Shannon and I went to dinner at La Mediterranée (one of my favorite Bay Area restaurants), and I saw a couple people there wearing Gryffindor scarves, no doubt dining before heading off to see the new Harry Potter movie on opening night. From the review I read on SFGate, I gather that the movie is very faithful to the first half of the book ... and is therefore really boring. Lots of tents, I hear. And bickering. And lack of all the really cool characters (like Luna, Neville, and Ginny). Who am I kidding? I'll probably still go pay my gazillion dollars to see it in the theater. The special effects are just so much cooler on the big screen.

For some unknown reason, I've got a hankering to see the movie Meet Joe Black again. It's incredibly long, and few people (besides me) seem to like it, but I've seen it several times and I love it to death. Ha. Pun sort of not intended, but not regretted, either. And the ending makes me cry every single time. So I'm going to put it at the top of my Netflix list and watch it next week. Yay!