As I mentioned, I'm going away for three days, and I am NOT TAKING MY LAPTOP. I am suffering a modest level of anxiety about this; I know I should not be, but I can't help it. This machine has become an extension of my brain. What if I want to check my e-mail, or research something on the internet, or upload some photos, or write a blog post? I am taking a journal, and if I am compelled to write something, I will simply have to write it out longhand (have I not defended this dying art) and transcribe it later. Do I need a Blackberry or an iTouch or perhaps just a better phone than this little Tracfone that does everything I need of it for little money? Perhaps. But as we sat in Yankee Stadium watching an entire row of Phillies fans texting extremely important information to their colleagues and compatriots (and I do not doubt, each other), I SWORE I would never go that far. So in the interest of traveling easily, living in the moment, defending the dying art of handwriting, and not becoming a jackass, I am leaving my computer at home. My brain will be off the grid for three days.
I'll send you a postcard.