Ordinary Day

I adore my netbook with the passion of a thousand suns. It lets me do just about anything I can do with my big desktop at home, and weighs less than my purse. It has changed the way I travel. It has changed the way I write. It's changed the way I work (I'm not sure I could do what I do for a living without a laptop of some kind, and I bought this one for about $350 -- my first computer, in 1993, cost me almost $2000 and couldn't be carried anywhere). It's an amazing piece of awesomeness, and the best thing I've bought since I bought my digital camera.

Which I also love with a passion. I can remember when I used to be so careful about what I took pictures of because, hey, I had to buy film, and I had to pay to get it developed, and I had to spend the big bucks to go to the in-an-hour place or wait three or four days Just to See If the Photo Came Out. Now I go to a quilt show, or to the beach for a day, and I come home with dozens of shots. And if one didn't turn out? I delete it.

Technology is a wonderful, magical thing. I adore it.

I'm even getting used to having a cell phone. Finally. (I just got my first cell phone last fall because I had to have it for business purposes). Maybe someday I'll get one that really is a little computer in my pocket. But I already have a computer in my purse. And it has a full-sized keyboard [g].