Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I have a friend that is very cool. She works in Children's Television. She designs characters for children's television shows. No matter what your stance is on TV, you have to admit, that is a cool job. She is a snappy dresser and frequently goes to functions to network. She is very cool (but don't worry, she can be a little nerdy too...I mean, she is friends with me).
Anyway, she uses an ibook. She has come to our apartment before with her laptop in tow and whipped it out to look something up. She looked very cool. Laptops are cool. I can't figure out if they are cool on their own, or if my impression of them is informed by my stylish friend.
Right now, I am writing on a laptop. An ibook. And I can't help but think I must be just a little cool merely because I am typing on a laptop. Every time I have to use the 'mouse' (which is really this little screen that you scribble your finger on to control the mouse) I feel like my cool friend. This must be what she feels like. This feels nice.
While on this high, I am trying not to remind myself that the reason I am on a laptop in the first place is because my son put coins in the CD drive of our computer and it is at the mac shop getting a new CD drive. I try to forget all of that, because, well, it is not cool. And I have a good thing going here. I want to maintain it.
Last night I met a friend of mine (going out at night, cool point=1), at a chocolate bar (um, cool points=36) in a posh neighborhood (cool points=3). I barely recognized myself. What is going on? I am now a woman that uses a laptop, goes out at night to neat places like chocolate bars?!?!
This might be a whole new me.
I just might be redefining myself.
Can you sense a difference?