I’m writing this from my attic room on my phone. My external drive is still down, and now my laptop is giving me trouble—the battery burst and the system hangs when it tires to do anything with the wireless connection. It’s not specifically too good on the tech front with me. I’m really starting to see the appeal of chisled marks on stone. Those are still readable after thousands of years, and I’ve lost more data than I’m starting to think is worth the hassle of having it on a computer. I might ditch the laptop for a notebook. It doesn’t need charging or authorization from Apple to boot.
However—my room is wonderfully air conditioned, so one point for technology working to make my life better and more comfortable there.
I’ve been taking more pictures lately, and I’m almost to the point where I’d like to start posting them online as a daily feed—something I thoroughly enjoyed doing for years before I stopped when I thought, in all honesty, it was a stupid thing to be doing and no one noticed or cared—forgetting it was something I did because I noticed and cared. Boy—it’s a pain to do HTML on a phone keyboard.
There’s no processing or cropping on this post’s photo either since, in case you’re just joining us, I’m using my phone to make this post. It’s actually more like a terrible little computer that can send txts and make calls rather than anything I’d call a smartphone. There: my basic review of the Android platform as a bonus. Sorry, Google—I’m in love with Symbian. It’s the Finnish connection.
There is a certain rawness to working on just my phone. Perhaps it’s the idea of it being just a little sneaky—like I’m in the middle of The Matrix and I’ve dialed in on an ssh connection to hack things apart, and as I look around my room now the furniture fits: I’m in The Matrix. …Fascinating.
But, rawness—this is what I’d like to continue with, a more direct stream of consciousness from me into this project, less thinking about the stupidity of what it is and more realizing how stupid it would be if I didn’t actually do any of it after all this work. It’s been years. I’ve been working on this for years now that I think about it.
No wonder people think I’m insane.
But I know I’m not. Insane that is. Optimistic for sure—hopelessly so. That will never change. But insane—no.
…Wuff.