Media envy (reductio ad absurdum)
For those of us who suffer from NMGANBCAI disorder, today was a difficult day on several fronts. (Oh right, always explain the acronym: Need More Gadgets And Net But Can’t Really Afford It). Although I still don’t have a cellphone, and my desire for an iPhone has waned, Apple continues to tempt me. The new iPod touch (a tactile, visual replacement for the now obsolete MP3 players that are found all through the house). Sweet.
A wireless web browser (very useful on the bus when we pass through hotspots) with memory cards that also plays tunes while I’m on the bus. With the newest, coolest in interfaces. How much longer can I resist the (available on iTunes for only 99 cents, get it now) siren song? More information here. My willpower is encountering a forcefield of terrifying intensity.
And then, when I am as cool as the other 49 people on the city, new ways to find out who I am, because I will now be so unique that my identity is a need to know. Facebook has decided to allow the major search engines to look me up. No poking, yet. When I logged in today (the first time) I was offered the opt-out option. I did. I’m already famous enough.
If people no longer need to join Facebook to find me, will I have any new friends? Am I going to have to resort to POS (public outbursts of singing) to attract attention? Time to load up the Ryan’s Fancy songs, so that I can bring some serious culture to public transport around here. For it’s no nay never, no nay never no more, will I play the wild rover…
