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Wednesday, January 22, 2003
I can't understand why people set themselves up to be disappointed, making comparisons with David's previous work when all you really have to do is forget what he did before for a moment, open your heart and listen carefully now. Carol was blown away by the intro track Dead in the Water, but Easy Way to Cry had me in tears. You don't need to know that the death of David's father inspired some of the album, or that David tried to warm the album up with some love songs , like the wonderful Caroline and Be mine because that track just hit me, called back things I had buried, thought I'd forgotten. I sing three David songs in public with my guitar; Easy way to Cry must be the fourth. It's an anthem for those who had something or someone they wanted to hold onto but got stolen away. Universal. Anyway. Go and buy this CD. It is fantastic. Honest, I remarked, the string of computers I had previously owned, or my conversion to broadband Internet, was purely a matter of faster or bigger, because time seems to be shrinking alarmingly as I get older. Last year, my second out of the matrimonial home, I bought a laptop, because of constant Network faults on the school system, and then a good digital camera and last week a Smartphone. Is that how I'd gotten the geek label? I outlined for him how, from way back, computers enabled me to do high quality materials at home for my pupils and speeded personal work and communication too. Males particularly, always run the risk of the toys for boys accusation from other adults, especially from those who don't have a practical use for the kind of stuff I use and therefore can't understand the purchases. I talk a lot, photograph a lot, and write a lot and these things are the tools of my trade. The sternest critics are often the ones who borrow your phone in an emergency, want you to write them a letter, C.V., or do a poster for them on the PC! Suddenly you're no longer techno man or some risible boy scout. Sneers at my Leatherman or more often my small Swiss army knife, turn to applause and gratitude in a crisis, particularly as no one ever seems to take a corkscrew to parties and hosts never seem to have one! All my sons have (and make) great use of their mobiles and I carry mine everywhere. They live at home with my ex-wife and it is a comfort to know that I can always speak to them any time. Actually, meetings are often difficult because they have very busy social calendars it seems. Ironically, whilst we have grown closer after the break up, post matrimonial communication with them has relied heavily on text messaging and mobile calls. Until very recently, I just couldn't bring myself to phone the house lest my ex-wife answer, another great feature of mobile use, privacy! Mostly, lovely Joe was reacting to my having upgraded my mobile phone very recently, he thought unnecessarily. I had talked too much about it because I had spent a frustrating week with the brand's technical support call centre trying to get it to connect me to the Internet. The new phone just wasn't doing what it was supposed to do. Perhaps I should have known, because the new Orange SPV phone is powered by Microsoft. This phone isn't quite what I had hoped , although I haven't been able to explore its full potential yet. I should be able to synchronise it with my laptop, send and receive e mails, picture and Word documents as attachments, transfer data from phone to laptop and vica versa, as well as surf the Net more realistically than WAP phones could manage. I have managed to download pictures and programs directly into my phone, but haven't had time to load the synchronise program into my laptop. We'll see. The new phone isn't particularly user friendly, unlike the Nokia I upgraded from and I think I face one of those unwelcome learning curves, that hinder my path now and again, to use it effectively . It has the hall marks of something revolutionary but which will be the standard in the future but was mass produced before it was fully functional and without bugs. A prototype masquerading as a classic. Does that ring a Gates bell? Johnson once said that Promise, large promise, is the soul of an advertisement. I wonder if, for the first time in a long time, I have bought something on the wing of a promise that it isn't quite going to meet the demands I have for it. If I can mobile phone a review or article in the future with illustrations that's all I wanted, not the coolest, newest phone on aching hip Joe!
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