LJ: Miscellany from day 10022

I have a cold. It went from my roommate's girlfriend, then to my roommate, then it finally got around to me. I can look forward to a couple of days of congestion, followed by a day or two of sounding like Courtney Cox, except without all the money.

A former Susquehanna professor publishes a weekly newsletter. It used to be called HTML Goodies, but it's something like Goodies-To-Go or something. Anyway, it's one of those tech-geek newsletters for one of those tech geek web sites that I frequent. This week's column is about being a "Selective Luddite." There are, according to him, three ways (by example - certainly not an exhaustive list) by which you can determine whether or not you are a Selective Luddite. I'd always sort of pictured myself among that breed, using technology, but not getting absorbed by it. The problem is, I don't pass two of the three conditions he lays out for being a Selective Luddite. I did at one point in my life, but the course of my career has demanded that I abandon them. The conditions were to 1) Eschew cell phones... done until very recently - September 10, actually; 2) eschew PowerPoint... done... I hate PowerPoint with a passion; and 3) Eschew palmtop computing. The problem is, now that I have a Palm III (have had it for two years now), and a cell phone, and find them very useful for work, I can't really bring myself to say that I dislike having them. And that's disappointing. I've become one of *them*.

I haven't seen the sun in days. It started raining down here last Thursday, and between here and PA (over the weekend), the sun hasn't come out once. That, plus having a cold, made for a crappy Monday.

While I was in PA, I stopped by CompUSA, about the only mortar & brick store I can walk into and buy software for my computer... me, the eternal Mac guy. So I was there scoping the games, and it wasn't that the picking were slim or anything. It's just that my computer is now almost four years old, and it's beginning to show its age. My machine doesn't meet the minimum requirements of most of the games out there today. I hate that I'm bellyaching about computers, but it seems like I *just* bought this thing, and now I might have to think about saving for a new one in the next year or so.

For some reason, I'm reminded of a theme from a play that I did my senior year of college... something along the lines of needing more of an interior life. I used to have one. Where did it go?