this iPhone is like stoneage implement when it comes to blogging. The pages load incredibly slow and often freeze up before they actually hit the Internet. There is no way to edit the photos, and the tiny touch-sensitive keyboard is a typist’s nightmare – stuck pecking with the two index fingers I’m operating at one fifth the capacity of normal.
I don’t recall the crew of Star Trek ever complaining that their technology was not living up to its promise. Sure, Scotty was a broken record about the engines, “I’m givin’ ‘er all I got,” but no one ever went off on the manufacturer of the warp speed, or pulled out the old saw, “This is Stardate 2591, why can’t we have a holadeck that makes me look ten years younger?”
So it goes. I’m a complainer. Letting everyone know things aren’t living up to their promise. My friends call me The Judge because I make them feel guilty about their lack of perfection. An ugly trait, but heck, no one’s perfect!
I got started down this road because my travelling partner, Miss Alina, has already begun complaining that I am stuck in cyberspace all the time. We arrived in Vegas this morning at 6 am after a painful and delayed Greyhound trip – we both found ticks on us this afternoon – and I haven’t looked up from this here phone once. The one time I let her use the thing she snuck that comment in under the photo below of the Vegas buffet diners.
All this damn technology is so alienating, we sit at the dinner table and text as our friend tries to finish his story, we excuse ourselves from the noisy bar where the work crew is celebrating to take a call. Even standing in line at a store, the phone rings and you, standing there live in person, get put on hold.
I’m not saying anything new, just pointing out a reality about this road trip, calling attention to the price you pay when you decide to to out and “meet the people” and document their lives; you turn into a self absorbed jerk!
Luke Skywalker didn’t have wife. If he did, she’d be constantly at him:”Luke? Luke? Are you using the Force again? Honey, why can’t you just talk to me?”