|Droid Incredible Phone|
"I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work so I called him at home and then he e-mailed me to my Blackberry and so I texted to his cell and then he e-mailed me to my home account and the whole thing just got out of control. And I miss the days when you had one phone number and one answering machine and that one answering machine has one cassette tape and that one cassette tape either had a message from a guy or it didn't. And now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting."
For real, this IS exhausting and not far from the truth!
I've written about this before. I have thought about it a LOT. There is an incredible, bizarre, and addictive attachment to technology that is so pervasive in everything we do. And the constant interfacing - the relentless updating - and the fucking over-saturation of information - it's just a fuckload of wild.
But I love some of this stuff. I love that I can update my laptop's calendar, which automatically pushes to my iPad, and my phone, which are all different platforms and O/Ss, and manufacturers and colors, and I think - Hell yeah, that makes things nice. Hell. Yeah.
|Tom with part of the 343 Team, being shown concept art for Halo 4|
Speaking of lost, there's my GPS, Beatrice. She's gotten me out of a jam or two.
And there's more good tech like online banking. And shopping. Recipes. Research. Writing.
|Some day we'll have these guys in our homes?|
But it sure gets wonky at times. Scary - this wonderful crutch.
So, despite our repeated exposure to the EMP, the data dump, and the dancing kittens, WoW, being pwned, the braying politicos, traffic cams, internet trolls, the unfortunate disposed royalty of [insert African Country here], and the Epic Adventure in 3-Fucking-D...
We gotta make the best of it - and try to find the way to the simple heart of things - at all times.