back from going dead

So that was a prime bit of drama which was so quickly resolved I will have forgotten about it tomorrow. I took the phone to a nearby phone repair place where a nice lady told me various ways she might be able to fix it and so on, and asked me to come back in 20 minutes. When I came back, it was fixed. I said 'what was wrong?' and she said 'I don't know, he's fixed it, and he's gone to the toilet.' Elves and the shoemaker eat your heart out. It cost me $35. 

The thing was I had resigned myself to two days or so of no phone and what was it going to do to my mind, getting broadened so much by relying on its own resources? And yeah nah that's not going to happen. 

It's really, really hot outside and that is pretty disgusting. Mid-February really is the worst, also, 'February' is a ridiculously stupid word. 

gone dead

 

Some time in the last 24 hours my phone became unable to be charged. Can you believe it! I am completely cut off from everything and I will be until at least later today (perhaps tomorrow!). Obviously I know I am dependent on it for all kinds of mundane things, but also, the weirdest thing is how vulnerable you feel without a connected phone service. That is ridiculous, considering that firstly, until, um, 15 years ago most people were fine without, and secondly, you're probably more vulnerable if you're dependent on that for a lifeline. You're distracted, you're slow, you're stupid. I hate you with your phone you big jerk. I'm better than that. Why, when my phone was unable to be charged for about a day, I was absolutely fine and barely even cried. Of course I will be up at the repair shop at 9am hankering for a fix, of my phone I mean. 

slacks

Today is going to be a much better temperature although admittedly still a little too hot for comfort (30). When it cooled down last night it was grouse. I am on a tram in Sydney Road and I am once again the unwilling eavesdropper into a very public telephone conversation about some idiot’s legal case which is obviously of concern to him therefore he has to make a really loud performance of it in public to make him feel better about ‘he’s gonna come off in court like a real bully which is what they’re accusing me of being, right?’ and lots of confirmations of meetings and where he has to be at particular times i.e. showing how in control he is of his appointments diary. Now he is talking about the trousers he can get to wear in court, he’s just I think repeated the word ‘slacks’ like he’s never heard it before. He probably feels it’s a little too much of a laidback term for something to do with acting really straight.

Melbourne’s history surrounds one on the Sydney road tram. A few minutes ago we stopped and I looked up and I was looking straight at a lawyer’s office with the surname Cilauro, obviously Santo Cilauro’s father and I think the same office used as the lawyer’s office in The Castle. Then we stopped again (dickhead got off by the way – I mean he got off the tram) to see the Brunswick Mechanics Institute, where local people met one auspicious night in the 1870s I can’t remember exactly when to demand the government build the Outer Circle line or was it just that the government build a rail line in the northern suburbs (there was one two minutes’ walk from the Mechanics Inst by the end of the century) I can’t remember. That’s the problem with history, it’s everywhere but you have to remember it or otherwise know it. Right now I can see the Sarah Sands Hotel of which I know little except geez it’s old, or some of it is. Geez.

great party last night

I went to one. I saw people around my age dancing interpretatively to Kate Bush and next day read about Generation Jones (a phenomenon(?)/ descriptor I had already encountered) which seemed to fit. The food was good too. Everyone was very nice.

Today I am tired though.

Would you believe the taxi driver was using his mobile on the freeway on the way home at 3:45 am. I asked him not to and he apologised. But seriously what did that idiot think he was doing.

oh no more old manisms

I heard on Movietime on Radio National Julie Rigg's mention of reviews being sent to your mobile phone in 'handy capsule form'. However before unscrambling the concept I thought it was discussion of 'handicaps you'll form'. Modern life. *This morning on RN Breakfast I am sure I heard Fran Kelly talk about hamsters underground. But I don't know what this was about.