Some of tou may not know this, but I have written all of my entires for this blog on
My blackberry. How else wound i find the time to write as frequently as i do? The train, the car (as a passenger of clues), the bathroom (my family thinks I suffer from chronic atomachaches. )
Y trusty Device. Had been showing signs of near death, I fought joining the massive. Lib of iPhoneErs. not as much for the fact that I like to be a black sleep, but more because of the love affair I was having with
Y blackberry keys. I found such comfort in the positioning of fingers to buttons and the way the flow of words licked happily into webs pd stories with ease.
My friend, my love, my blogging right hand man took his last breath before freZin into a glaze of static grey, en route to NYC the other day. I took the plunge at a small eizpn store in the middle of penn station and purchased the ‘cool kids’ toy. This Decade’s moola hoop.
I am now one of the billions, proudly joining the ranks of the sigitally unintelligible.
Only dorkas write te t messages and emails that make any amount of sense. It’s all so lear to me now.
I write this entry to all of you as my induction.
No edits. No spell. Heck.
These words are those that Mr. iPhone felt appropriate
And by God almighty, Mir. iPhone knows BEat!