Today we will take a more serious look at life. Maudlin, melancholy introspection, and self doubt are the words for Monday, particularly this Monday.
To preface, several years ago I got a phone, but not just a phone, an MP3 player, phone combination, that had a camera, and a wifi receiver. It was a joy, and we shared many happy memories. Microsoft and Sharp collaborated to bring me this little marvel, the Microsoft, Kin 2M. Oh, sure it was almost impossible to find one, three stores, an Internet search and several phone calls, and all they had to say was, "we are out, and you are out of luck." But, a sales rep from Verizon stopped into where I work and through the black arts of electronic manipulation found one in a warehouse in Tennessee (a lovely state, by the way). There was much celebrating.
But, a storm was brewing on the Horizon. My youngest son got an iPod Touch, and would torment me with the it's enormous potential and ability. "Hey, Dad, look at this, look what this 'app' will do." I tried to be strong, but eventually my will power crumbled, and I convinced my lovely, and talented wife, (who has learned to suffer foolishness more or less gladly) that I NEEDED one. It was great, I started making dog cartoons, and posting to blogs and facebook, and became an image addicted addict.
But, my phone and I still shared many traits, we were both fussy, cranky, more or less working devices. And, we still had fun, listening to music, making phone calls, sending text messages, and taking pictures. It was still a mutual admiration and love relationship.
Darkness began to descend on our happy relationship. We got an iPad, and things started changing, my pictures from my iPod would automatically show up on my iPad, and they shared so many apps, and it was so easy to go from one to the other. But, the Kin was still my first love.
Tragedy struck, my oldest son got an iPhone. Curse you!!! The taunts were constant and merciless "Hey, dad, watch this, it is great." Then it was all over. What could I do, except convince my wife, the little less tolerant now, love of my life, that my life was not complete without one.
Looking back, I should have named it Richard so I could now loosely quote Steely Dan,
"We've seen the last of Good Kin Richard,
ring out the past, his name lives on."
But, I didn't, what a wasted opportunity, so I will quote Uncle Tupelo, instead, who sang,
"I'm going where there's no depression
To a better land that's free from care
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble
My home's in heaven
I'm going there"
Good bye, old Kin.
Please, everybody, around the world, join me in a moment of silence.
PS. If you run across me on Twitter, or Instagram, or Tumblr, or, anywhere else in the virtual universe of social networking, stop by and say hello. And, tell my wife how much my iPhone helps me make your life better, it will make her happy.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Somber, sort of, happy, kind of, news.
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.