Monday, October 31, 2011
I know it's uncouth, but everyone, soon enough, grudgingly admits that the iPhone changes forever the way they go to the bathroom. It's a Doo Doo Revolution, folks.
I don't get to have a phone on me at work, so locked up in a cubby, my baby doesn't do me much good on a bathroom break and I feel … disconnected. Not just because I don't have email to check or Birds to Anger, I think it's honestly because suddenly I have nothing to do or think about except what I'm already doing.
Honestly, I don't need to be so keenly aware of what happens while I'm sitting on the toilet. I don't need more than cursory sensory input of the whole process. I know what's going on. If there's a problem, I'll notice. I really just don't need to be involved with this process every step of the way.
Distract me with games or information, anything but what I'm siting down for.
That is the beauty of my magic glowing rectangle. That is why I love it and desire to never be apart from it. Thank you, Steve. And Gods bless you.