the preceding message was brought to you by the letter H, that ladder-like
spoke in the wheel of verbiage which spasmodically blasted off and all
over the screen. i don’t know why, but the letter H just needed to express
itself. it may have been the keyboard. it may have been the terrorists.
most likely it is the piece of shit known as the motorola droid that
inexplicably freaked out.
whatever the case, it’s a new day for .MOBI. i am sitting at a pub with
the netbook i bought yesterday at PC Richard. so far, it functions as the
typewriter-type thing i had in mind. the droid+keyboard concatanation
can’t work any more. the screen was too small but more notably the
bluetooth connection made certain that whole words and vistas of
expressive backwash would be lost to the inferior realm of unrecoverable
keystrokes.
i got some writerly-oriented software, but nothing seems to let me do what
i did on the droid, which was type into a text editor and move that text
file to e-mail, and send it here. oh, wait, some of these things allow
that, but on a 10″ screen i need full-screen with no floating buttons and
toolbars strangely announcing that “YOU ARE NOW IN FULL SCREEN MODE” when
the full screen mode should be absent of such eyesores. for that reason i
can not use Open Office, since its full screen mode includes a fat,
annoying button that can not be removed. MS Word’s full screen mode, as I
recall, includes a similar hocker. some of the bare-bones text-editor
softwares have perfect full-screen modes, but no obvious way to shovel
text from there to e-mail, and then to here.
so i am on an SSH line right now, typing into Pine e-mail, getting used to
this new environment, the new screen and the future of writing text.
nothing communicates chaos and confusion as perfectly and succinctly as
text.
i can not write at home any more. or maybe i just won’t. either way, it
doesn’t work at the homefront any more. no more text from home.
this little carry-all cost but $300, about as much as I remember a decent
Smith-Corona costing back in the day. and this is but a typewriter. the
web access is handy but not too vibrant.
i feel like i am being dishonest to the .MOBI charter. *my* .MOBI charter,
that is. to me the .MOBI charter was to post content by the skin of one’s
teeth, by the slender tendrils of wireless connectivity, in a way that
exacerbates and draws its vitality from the poor quality of cell phone
calls. everything at .MOBI used to go out over the Verizon. now it goes
out over the stolen WiFi. which is more perilous?