On Connectivity

Like a page out of Wired Mag, technology has finally worn down my defenses and wormed its way into my heart. On Thursday Daniel bought me an iPod. The biggest, fanciest, purtiests iPod. I am not sure why or what happened, but in a matter of days I am already slighty obsessed with it. Mind you, I couldn't be called upon to buy any fancy, minutely useful, and clutter-inducing accessories for it. However, true to form, I am already planning the cozy I will knit for it. But, its not just the iPod. Yesterday, after putting it off for years, Daniel and I got our first real cell phones. I don't know if I have ever done such effective bargaining at the Verizon store, but we managed not to pay for a lot of things that were fairly being shoved down our throats. We were convinced to get insurance (did not take any convincing at all as I am a total clutz) and to pay for a text messaging package, rather than pay for 'em as you get 'em. I likened the whole process to mututal milking. I'd get her to waive something and she'd get us to add something. So, we spent more time than we had yesterday putting numbers in our phones, adding music to the iPod, and otherwise exploring our new technological attachments. Hoo-ray.