Simplicity and technology

So, my computer was away in the repair shop for about a week. During that time I noticed a few things — well besides nature and the Food Network. I realized how much I rely on it. For more than just work that is (and porn). The morning after it broke down, I woke up in a haze. Did I dream that? Is compie really gone? I looked out the window to a beautiful, sunny day. Hmm, I thought it was supposed to rain today. Can I bike to work? I'll check. Go over to my desk. DUM DUM DUM. It's gone! How on earth will I know what the weather is? How will I know what to wear? I went back to the window and waited to see people on the street. Ok, that guy is in shorts, she's in a t-shirt. Oh, that woman is in a cardigan, but she is old. Ok, off on bike I go! As the day at the office winded down, it occurred to me that I need to keep track of my hours. Normally, I would come home, open the client's outstanding invoice and add my hours to it. Hmm, I can't do that. I thought about it. For about a minute. I was stumped. Then I figured it out. I will email from work to my email account my hours, then when I get my computer back I will have them. Later that evening when I was having dinner with a friend, I relayed this story to her. She said 'well, why didn't you just get a piece of paper and write them down?' I paused for a minute and thought about it. 'Hmmm, I didn't think of that'.

My rational mind

Last night I was awoken at 3am. I heard some sort of clank noise that jolted me awake, followed by the sound of water. Drip. Drip. Drip. My sleepy mind struggled to understand what was happening. My first thought was that there was a killer in my house. My heart began to race. Then I turned on the light and slowly crept out of my bedroom. I saw no one and continued to hear the Drip Drip. I came into the kitchen and found the source of the noise. It was some dishes I had left in the sink from dinner (For the sake of this story, I will say this was a one time thing). Anyway, I wondered what had made those dishes shift? Was it a psycho killer? Did he move the dishes to confuse me? Distract me somehow then jump out behind the door and... But I realized that is silly. It must be that my house is haunted and some ghost is perhaps annoyed with mess or maybe just a bit of a brat. So, I went back to bed, happy I wasn't raped and killed and planning to do my dishes first thing in the morning.

Do not take a picture....it lasts longer

With all the online sharing we do these days, it's become second nature to want to photograph, write and post all the moments of our lives. Or blog about our silly opinions on things (for example). Lately when I've seen something beautiful, from a stunning sunset, to my niece pulling a cute face, to the sexy gaze of my crush — my first instinct was to want to photograph it. "ooh, where's my camera, I MUST get a shot of this". Then as I go to get my camera, or phone or what have you I realize I'm missing this moment. I need to just stay in the now (as many self help gurus would say) and keep this view, this sight to myself instead of uploading and hitting 'post' with a funny caption and by doing so, taking away it's power. So next time I see a beautiful thing I'm just gonna keep it myself, unless it's a good picture of me...then that bad boy is going up on my Facebook profile to share with all of you.

Seasons of change

The last few days, it seems Fall has fallen upon us. It was Summer one day, then I went to bed. When I woke up, it was Fall. I'm not ready. Maybe I'm just in denial. Maybe slow to change. Whatever do I wear? What was I wearing last Fall? I seem to forget every season change what to wear. I feel like I'm just starting to 'get' Summer and now...here comes Fall. I guess I'll just throw on a sweater over my shorts and tanks for now until I figure it out...probably around December.

Comings and goings

I flew in from Vancouver late last night. When I got on the plane I was immediately disappointed with the level of attractiveness of the flight attendants, they were more the motherly type and that's not what I look for in flight attendants. I mostly stared out the window, looking for shapes in the clouds while listening to my iPod, but then as the sun set I decided to check out the movie offerings. I chose 'Something borrowed' cause it looked simple and probably stupid but actually I found it quite poignant. With about half an hour to go in the flight my screen and a few others around me cut out. There was an uproar, mostly from the woman beside me, I accepted this as fate and gazed out the window. They got it working again and I continued watching but as we descended, a portly flight attendant told me my type of headphones cannot be worn at this time. I put them around my neck but that wasn't good enough, they had to be 'away'. I didn't understand but felt I would lose this argument. So, I never saw the end of the movie, which actually made it even more meaningful as the movie was all about fate and choices and what is meant to be. I got off the plane and got my baggage. I walked through the sliding doors, imagining that my love or my crush or someone I'm dating is waiting to pick me up, you know, like they do in the movies. But, no one was there, so I went outside, pulling my suitcase behind me, got on the bus and headed home.