Oh, and a coworker insisted that I participate in sending another (absent) coworker one of those timed photos--it's some kind of new phone app I don't understand because I don't have a cell phone and can't keep up with popular culture.
No cell phone? Yeah, well, reading blogs and facebook posts, looking at Pinterest and cat pictures--it's already time consuming. It's cutting into my reading time--by which I mean book reading time. If I had a phone, at least one person in my life would be bombing me all day with stuff that I would feel obliged to acknowledge, plus I work with some young cut-ups, and there's no telling what my life would be like. And I must admit to a fear of possible addiction. It's not pretty, and evidently, it's catching.
The last time Ekim and I sat at a bar, all the single guys were staring at their phones, which made me strain my memory: what did single guys do at bars before cell phones? Watch whatever game was on? Talk to the bartender? At work, the majority of people who come through our drive-thru are either on the phone, smoking, or both. (Actually, this sometimes happens in the lobby, too. I'd be embarrassed about having a conversation everyone could hear, but that's just me.) No one just sits and listens to the radio anymore. We have customers who don't even look at us, let alone take our pictures--I bet this is a once in a lifetime event! Good thing I recorded it.
I wonder what it looks like?
Now, this would be an intriguing photo project: make the paparazzi at least as cute and captivating as the subjects. Perhaps they could even take turns with the camera. If one of them figures out how to set the timer, the possibilities will be endless.
Okay, okay, I've got the DEAD of winter doldrums. I really should turn the PC off, but--but--it's so hard to give up---