when good technology attacks
The good technology is my new iphone. What it attacked? My knitting time.
During the train ride to NYC Saturday, my precious 1 hour and 54 minutes of uninterrupted knit-with-podcast that I view as an unalienable right , an unassailable ritual, a gift of time, the raison d'etre of MetroNorth rideship, something I protect as mine all mine all mine....you get my drift? yeah, like that. I spent it entering contacts, accidentally calling people once they were in there, then having to chat and explain why .
(and if you're that guy who sat next to me, I really do apologize and it was nice of you to say you think iphones are cool too and then telling me fourteen more amazing things I could make it do right then and there).
My first ever phone cam shot. Bryant Park, where I sat and knat while having a good long chat with dearest old friends . I didn't do it justice, I was too busy trying to figure out the best way to waggle the phone's lens in space. My old phone had no cam. When you're used to other kinds of cameras, you know, that weigh several pounds, it just feels funny. I'm adapting.
It was so splendid Saturday, every few minutes we'd overhear this from folks on their phones, "You won't BELIEVE where I am! In NY CITY! In a park! But it feels like I'm in PARIS!"
My Airy Cardigan sleeves are growing, two up. As soon as I have my
Also: I wish I'd taken a photo of my sandwich from the 'wichcraft stand: marinated white anchovy, soft cooked eggs, greens and a slightly spicy vinegary sauce. Mmmmmmm.