Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Do you have the patience (and eyesight!) to read a book on your phone? Outside the Fortress Besieged is being converted into 4200 characters.
The thought of reading a book, however chopped and changed, on my phone, fills me with dread. I was always apprehensive of mobile phones, just as I was of email addresses and CD players. I'm (un)naturally suspicious - of things I don't know, I guess - and generally uncomfortable around technology. I do like buttons, though, and things that do things when you do things, and so quickly embraced the notion of email and internet.
I really like my phone, it's quite small and nifty and not the same boring old thing as most people have, so I'm quite pleased with the look of it, and the fact that I can check my email while I'm waiting for the bus. I also enjoy the privilege of being able to ring people to say that I'm late, or to be able to send a quick text message when I can't be bothered to talk. But being in a constant text conversation throughout a day bores me no end. So the thought of receiving text after text after text in order for me to finish reading a story makes me feel sick rather than elated. Somehow it doesn't appeal to me to sit down on my sofa, rain pouring down, with a cup of tea and my, er, mobile phone.
Oh, btw charlotte street looks interesting. Nothing to do with the name, I promise!
The thought of reading a book, however chopped and changed, on my phone, fills me with dread. I was always apprehensive of mobile phones, just as I was of email addresses and CD players. I'm (un)naturally suspicious - of things I don't know, I guess - and generally uncomfortable around technology. I do like buttons, though, and things that do things when you do things, and so quickly embraced the notion of email and internet.
I really like my phone, it's quite small and nifty and not the same boring old thing as most people have, so I'm quite pleased with the look of it, and the fact that I can check my email while I'm waiting for the bus. I also enjoy the privilege of being able to ring people to say that I'm late, or to be able to send a quick text message when I can't be bothered to talk. But being in a constant text conversation throughout a day bores me no end. So the thought of receiving text after text after text in order for me to finish reading a story makes me feel sick rather than elated. Somehow it doesn't appeal to me to sit down on my sofa, rain pouring down, with a cup of tea and my, er, mobile phone.
Oh, btw charlotte street looks interesting. Nothing to do with the name, I promise!
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