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  • “But ideas lie everywhere, like apples fallen and melting in the grass for lack of wayfaring strangers with an eye and a tongue for beauty, whether absurd, horrific, or genteel.”
    - Ray Bradbury
    Zen In The Art Of Writing

Some Things Are Just So Amazing, Then They Become Routine

Anita Wirawan's phone desktop picture at the time of writing this blog.

So I’m lying here in bed with Jennifer snoring softly next to me. Too tired to get up and do something, too awake to sleep. Watched a couple videos on YouTube, got bored of it. Don’t feel like reading or browsing the internet. What to do? Figured I might as well sample some new music (via Jamendo) and fire up WordPress to try to write a blog or two to keep myself busy.

Oh yeah, I’m doing all this from my phone.

I’m sure that’s so totally underwhelming to most people who are reading this. But to me, as someone who remembers using an abacus in school it’s quite an amazing thing. That’s right a freaking abacus. Back when I was in elementary school in Depok, Indonesia we were rockin the abacus and I’m not even sure I knew what a calculator was at that point.

And now here I am publishing words around the globe casually, on a whim through a freaking phone. Though it can do so much that it seems like such an insult to even call it a phone, the phone part is an afterthought if you consider it all.

Amazing, just totally amazing. But I know this will become routine someday after I’ve posted enough blogs this way. Memories of clicking the beads of an abacus will share the same space as those of typing on this tiny tiny keyboard. That’s just the nature of things and it’s especially obvious these days when technology is speeding things up at a rate out of the league of anything we’ve seen in history.

What a cool time to be alive. Also, this beats the heck out of using an abacus.

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