A couple of weeks ago I tried going about with my 3G data service turned off. Whenever I was away from a wireless source, I’d have nothing more than a really pretty phone.
The reason? I wanted to try and disconnect a little bit and step away from the glowing rectangles.
The experiment lasted three days. I faltered on a trip to the store one evening. Amy ran in to grab a few quick items, I and my daughters sat in our van and waited. The girls, they had Diego playing on the DVD player I got in November. I had nothing but my thoughts and my dummy iPhone.
Until I noticed my wife had left her iPhone in the car. Retina display? Faster than my 3Gs? A Blade Runner form factor? Oh, baby.
I got caught. Something about using her phone for the data was “cheating” or something. I turned the data back on my phone after we got home from the store.
Tonight my mind has been racing. So many things I want to get down, get out, get moving on, it’s a mind-bending maelstrom in the old noggin and so, here I am.
I feel crappy. Not sick; only disappointed in my disorganization, my lack of focus, my inability to hammer out the things I want to pound on and move forward. I am disquieted by too much mental activity and can’t make much out of it.
And I guess that’s it.