Brain Damage
Feb. 26th, 2003 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsMy Palm broke.
If you're not a PDA user, this is probably meaningless to you. If you are, you know what this means: you've had the equivalent of a small stroke. There is a subset of humanity that can keep its life organized, and there is a subset which cannot. I'm in the latter. My Palm kept everything that was essential, but boring, to me: phone numbers, dates, my schedule, to-do lists, priorities, novels I was reading, my English/Kanji dictionary and drills, bus schedules, birthday and anniversary notices, items of research, notes about what to write about next.
All of that... gone. Most of it was backed up onto the laptop, so I can get at it, but not just by holding something in my hand. Who I know, what to do next-- it's all a horrible jumble. I know today's Wednesday only because Bob Edwards told me so in his usual stentorian tones. Wednesday... I know I'm supposed to pick up my kid today after work, but I have no idea what's for dinner. Without the event clock and alerts, I'm likely to forget when, though. I forgot breakfast and lunch today because I didn't have what was available, accessible.
It relieved me of all the duties for which my organic brain is poorly aligned and would rather not have to do. I'm afraid I'm going to be a ditz until it gets back from the repair center.
If you're not a PDA user, this is probably meaningless to you. If you are, you know what this means: you've had the equivalent of a small stroke. There is a subset of humanity that can keep its life organized, and there is a subset which cannot. I'm in the latter. My Palm kept everything that was essential, but boring, to me: phone numbers, dates, my schedule, to-do lists, priorities, novels I was reading, my English/Kanji dictionary and drills, bus schedules, birthday and anniversary notices, items of research, notes about what to write about next.
All of that... gone. Most of it was backed up onto the laptop, so I can get at it, but not just by holding something in my hand. Who I know, what to do next-- it's all a horrible jumble. I know today's Wednesday only because Bob Edwards told me so in his usual stentorian tones. Wednesday... I know I'm supposed to pick up my kid today after work, but I have no idea what's for dinner. Without the event clock and alerts, I'm likely to forget when, though. I forgot breakfast and lunch today because I didn't have what was available, accessible.
It relieved me of all the duties for which my organic brain is poorly aligned and would rather not have to do. I'm afraid I'm going to be a ditz until it gets back from the repair center.
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Date: 2003-02-26 02:16 pm (UTC)I'm apparently not the only one to think of this:
Dr Fun: The Horrid Price of Looking at Porn on your Palm (http://www.ibiblio.org/Dave/Dr-Fun/df200108/df20010813.jpg)