For the past two years, we've been inseparable. As long as we're together, I'm never bored. I can always read news, check email, search for answers, take photos, listen to music, play games, text, tweet, find directions, discover endlessly fascinating "stuff" and make phone calls. (I make and take phone calls slightly more often than I churn butter.)
Amazing!
My iPhone has also stolen me from former pastimes:
Observing what's around me, watching strangers' faces, tucking paperbacks and notebooks into large purses, wondering where some bauble can be purchased, discovering how to get to a particular intersection, deciding what the most delicious option is at the new kebab place, or remembering who played the bad guy in that movie I loved when I was ten.
My iPhone didn't actually steal me from anything; I gave myself away.
Leafing through my old notebooks was a bit of a shock: when did I scribble all of these observations, phrases, half-ideas?
All the time.
My busy little brain always needs to be doing something; it used to make me write, it now demands I go "online."
It's a question of harnessing that excess energy.
What if I find a notebook as small as an iPhone, and carry it all the places I take and use my iPhone? Will anything change?
Perhaps an experiment worth considering...
