my new boyfriend
is my iPhone. I might be in mad passionate love with an inanimate object.
I used to have a Mac, a computer I mean, and I don’t recall it being this much fun.
It’s nothing new that I *LOVE* small electronic devices. I have all manner of computers, laptops, tablet PCs, phones, iPods, iTouch, graphics tablets, CD players, external drives, four small digital cameras (let alone my two DSLRs and ten, I think, lenses), and just about everything else you could think of that you can hold in your hand and play around with or connect to the Internet or take pictures or make art with.
But I might love this one best of all. And it’s only been about 3 hours that I’ve had it.
I read this book a while back, The Women of Brewster Place, by Gloria Naylor. It’s got several intertwined stories about the residents of a low-end housing project or neighborhood in some unnamed American city. I think it might be Baltimore, or possibly Chicago, or maybe Gary, Indiana. Someplace big and ugly and dirty and poor, at least in the part the characters live in. Anyway there’s one story about this woman who has about 10 children, because every time she has a baby and it gets to be about 3 years old, it changes in her mind and becomes uncute. Oh she still loves them all (although she is exasperated at the time the older ones take away from her being able to spend more hours with the newest baby) but at some certain point, every child she has no longer has this mysterious undefinable allure that she has this inexplicable attraction to. It’s explained, sort of, that she is drawn to the smell and feel and appearance of a sweet cute round little baby, with its big eyes and innocent smile and soft skin and total devotion to her, and even though she loves her older children more or less, nothing can compare to the joy and wonder she feels when she has an infant to kiss and cuddle and take care of. I could never understand how this–loving one over the other–could be.
Until now.
Because this thing is freakin’ awesome. And my formerly beloved BlackBerry is just a gangly clunky-appearanced child who used to be adorably cute and is now rather sad and pathetic since the baby came along. Poor pre-adolescent BlackBerry, his mommy doesn’t love him anymore.
Oh god keep me away from that incredibly gorgeous Mac Book Pro I was gawking over at the store or I might do something terrible to my Windows computers.