Tragedy, technology, & tying knots

The dull edge became a little sharper last Thursday as I received my Blackberry Curve. It immediately becomes the most cutting edge piece of technology I own, followed by my iPod, and then next would be my… um… Remington PG-250 electric shaver, I guess.

Those in the know tell me that I should refer to it as a Crackberry. I can’t wait to find out what that’s all about. And the girls at the cell phone place had a nice laugh over my old phone, the discontinued Samsung P107 with the 0.1 megapixel camera, which left all my camera phone pictures looking like abstract impressionist paintings.

My excitement was short-lived, however, as tragedy struck my world Friday afternoon. Shortly before 3 PM, someone I have known for roughly twenty-five years suffered a massive heart attack.

That someone is Luke Spencer.

He was found on the floor of Windermere by Scott Baldwin’s long lost son, Logan Hayes. As of today, Luke is still alive, but it is unlikely they’ll be able to get him to a hospital because of the storm, so please keep him in your thoughts. More importantly, please keep me in your thoughts, because if Luke goes, I… well, I’d rather not think about it.

Remarkably, I was able to press on despite that weighing heavily on my heart. As a few of you may know, I was in a wedding Saturday. My longtime friend Kyle said goodbye to the ranks of singledom and hello to a brave new world. (I was going to say “My BFF Kyle” but guys don’t really have BFF’s. We just have buddies, or homeboys, or longtime confidants. Wonder why that is?)

During rehearsal, the wedding director repeatedly called me and the girl I escorted “professionals.” I’m not sure I want to be known as a professional groomsman. Then again, why the heck not? Maybe I could make some extra cash on weekends, legally for a change.

It was great to see several friends that I had not seen in quite awhile. And hopefully, no footage of me “dancing” will turn up on YouTube. No, trust me, you think you want it, but you don’t.

As the weekend was quite busy, I haven’t had a lot of time to play with my Crackberry yet. Though I did finally figure out last night how to change the ring tone. That only took four days.

Technology rulz!

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get thru this thing called life. Electric word life. It means forever and that’s a mighty long time. But I’m here to tell you, there’s something else…”

The dull edge

Thanks to Jennifer and Traveling Chica for naming me a Thinking Blogger. That is definitely among the nicer things I have been called :)

As I’ve mentioned before, although maybe not in so many words, I tend to be on the trailing edge of technology. The dull edge, if you will. I just got my first iPod this past Christmas. I don’t have a laptop. My TV is not hi-def. (Although my stereo may be hi-fi.) I don’t have a DVR or TiVo. Even my watch is a Fossil.

Being on the dull edge of technology does not mean that I lag behind everyone. While I’m obviously not in the top one percentile of the techno-savvy, I do like to consider myself right in that meaty part of the curve. Not showing off, but not falling behind. Just consider me your typical C-student in the world of technology. Maybe C-minus.

Being on the dull edge means that when I see the latest, fastest, sharpest, neatest new gadget advertised, I don’t think, “I’ve got to have that now!” Instead, I think, “Cool! I’ll be getting one of those in two to ten years.” After all, I’ve only had a DVD player for a couple of years. Still, when it’s time to upgrade, it’s time. And I’m afeared it’s time for me to get a new cell phone.

How do I know? Well first, there’s the 352 x 288 pixel resolution, which does not exactly provide the crystal clear imagery one might desire. Then there’s the loud shutter sound the phone makes when taking a picture, which can sometimes be inconvenient, and also cannot be turned off. And of course, there was the fun phase I went thru a few months ago when almost everyone I called, I had to call twice, because I couldn’t hear them on the first attempt. I affectionately refer to that as my Hollaback Phase.

Still, I’ve managed to deal with all those things. But recently I’ve encountered something that I fear cannot be overcome. Embarrassed by my lack of technology, I’ve noticed myself subtly covering up my phone anytime girls are around. Why? Would a girl really be turned off by my low resolution? I don’t know. And I don’t plan to find out. But I feel like I’m carrying around a bag phone. And I simply cannot face the world with a cell phone that I am ashamed of. The decision has been made.

Now, you should also know that being on the dull edge also means once a decision has been made that an upgrade is necessary, it can take up to twenty-four months until said techno-gadget is actually procured. But once that occurs, ladies, be sure to holla at a baller on his wicked fresh cellie!

In closing, my Samsung P-107 has served me well for the past three or four years. But there comes a point in every man’s life when it’s time to move on. For me that time is now… or, sometime in the next couple of years. I just hope I don’t have to give up my “Sweet Child O Mine” ringtone.

“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain…”