rant on chargers

i’m traveling lots now.
so i have:
– kindle
– ipod
– camera (nikon)
– mac air
– work laptop
– blackberry
– hair straightener

and
every
bloody
thing
has
its
own
charger

w
t
f
.

now, let’s multiply that to at least 2 distinctive geographical zones (swiss and UK), ignoring any Canada chargers.

let’s add 2 mice (both travel mice but somehow my bluetooth isn’t working with the work laptop, once i get that it’ll at least be cut down to 1)

let’s add the work charger cables (which i will cull down this trip to just 1, from 3 – canada/uk/eu because i do need to work on the road and thus the canada cable). at least only 1 brick and 3 different “exit” cables!

basically half my suitcase is electronics.

and this means no ipad either.

(ALSO I HAVE A MAC AIR AND ITS THE AWESOMEST)

via the guardian and that link found via mefi. so good.

The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing comes in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don’t make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I’m going to be pissed and miserable every time I have to food-shop, because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me, about my hungriness and my fatigue and my desire to just get home, and it’s going to seem, for all the world, like everybody else is just in my way, and who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem here in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line, and look at how deeply unfair this is: I’ve worked really hard all day and I’m starved and tired and I can’t even get home to eat and unwind because of all these stupid goddamn people.

Or if I’m in a more socially conscious form of my default setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic jam being angry and disgusted at all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUVs and Hummers and V12 pickup trucks burning their wasteful, selfish, 40-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers, who are usually talking on cell phones as they cut people off in order to get just 20 stupid feet ahead in a traffic jam, and I can think about how our children’s children will despise us for wasting all the future’s fuel and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and disgusting we all are, and how it all just sucks …

If I choose to think this way, fine, lots of us do – except that thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic it doesn’t have to be a choice. Thinking this way is my natural default setting. It’s the automatic, unconscious way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I’m operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the centre of the world and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world’s priorities. The thing is that there are obviously different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stuck and idling in my way: it’s not impossible that some of these people in SUVs have been in horrible car accidents in the past and now find driving so traumatic that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive; or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he’s trying to rush to the hospital, and he’s in a much bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am – it is actually I who am in his way.

Again, please don’t think that I’m giving you moral advice, or that I’m saying you’re “supposed to” think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it, because it’s hard, it takes will and mental effort, and if you’re like me, some days you won’t be able to do it, or you just flat-out won’t want to. But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her little child in the checkout line – maybe she’s not usually like this; maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of her husband who’s dying of bone cancer, or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the Motor Vehicles Dept who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a nightmarish red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it’s also not impossible – it just depends on what you want to consider. If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is and who and what is really important – if you want to operate on your default setting – then you, like me, will not consider possibilities that aren’t pointless and annoying. But if you’ve really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will know you have other options. It will be within your power to experience a crowded, loud, slow, consumer-hell-type situation as not only meaningful but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars – compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things. Not that that mystical stuff’s necessarily true: the only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re going to try to see it. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship.

camera, booq, ipod – object milestones

now that im self imposing a shopping ban of course all kinds of THINGS are floating into my head that i want to get.

my current (awesome, lovely, sweet, amazing) baby camera (sd500) is falling apart. (switches are stopping to work). i guess it’s been 5 years, so that’s about expected.

Ok, so the calculation of the timing took me on a lo-ong memory trip down my blog lane. in 2004 I went to Europe… in 2006 (Early) I went to Australia. So camera is indeed 5 years old. wild! what a long time.

what’s even crazier is that the “expensive” laptop sleeve that i bought in this entry of july 2005 STILL works and STILL looks awesome and STILL is super functional. wild. best $50 spent in terms of bag ownership. (milestone!)

my ipod touch loses its charge within 3-4 hours of operation (like music playing). frustrating.

i want headphones with remote control so that i can go next/prev when i run.

another milestone: i started using google calendar around May 2006 and one of the first entries is of Tim coming to live with me in Sydney. (17th).

driving into sudbury

last week i was training (doing training) in sudbury. driving into the city from the airport the song “i’m an adult now” came on. it was very appropriate.

i’m very tired from work. i don’t think i have ever been this tired or emotionally drained in my life.

i’m shocked i can still feel happy and laugh.

i can’t wait till we go live on august 4th.

then the project is done.

and i can go back.

to normal life.

where i only will work 40 hours a week.

not 60 + travel.

the internet mocks me

about a month ago i spied a garage sale on the street parallel to my parents’ house. my mom, my dog and i stopped by to see whats what. among the hockey memorabilia there was a table.

it looked like this one:
thetable.jpg

and cost $100. (and he said he’s willing to bargain).

i had no space for it; mom didn’t like it. we left, me with a pained heart.

in that month, after never having seen that table before, i started seeing it everywhere. (and it is unlikely a selective attention as i really do obsess over the wire-frame designed furniture more than i should.)

first there was this.

after about 20 other occurrences, i research our new chairs (tempted to ebay more… sidenote: i can possibly ebay some chairs for around $250 that would cost $1.5-$700 new. i am sad.)
another view of the bertoias side view of side chair bertoias.

and find this link. i’m not sure it works for you; but for me the single, lonely recommendation is that freaking table.

which wouldn’t have fit anyway.

ARGH.