Technamological Stuff vs. Me

So my Pop came back from visiting my brother today and he's an utter Blackberry obsessive. He recently converted me to the wonderful land of Blackberryness and he got me a present he thought I might like...but I liked it far more than he thought I would. Like, seriously way more. It's happened. I'm officially a Blackberry nerd - Jeez, that crept up on me. 

Anyway, the present was what I (still showing my technology related ignorance) would call a holster, but I believe those in the know call it a charging cradle or pod. So now my little Purpleberry is stood up, charging away on my bed side table. I got home from dance (my last official Saturday before Uni, I'll be back there for a week in September though - so there were no big goodbyes) and there it was, sat there on my table all plugged in and ready to go. And the smile that went across my face. It was just so nice and thoughtful!

But yeah...the Purpleberry is pretty much where the whole me and technology alliance ends. I know enough about computers (both PCs and Macs because my school was a big old PC fan and I am a macbook girl through and through (my Mum had one of the original plunky MacIntoshes when they still had that awesome stripey apple logo - she was quite the pioneer) I digress...) to get me through what I need to do. But Facebook is a massive no no for me. I just don't get it. Nor do I MSN or iChat anymore. I spent far too much time doing that when I was about 14 and can't be doing with it anymore. I much prefer to while away hours actually talking to the person. I e-mail but I'd much prefer to write a letter or call. And I have a type writer, which was for a while the only place I could write. Unfortunately the ink ribbon has dried up and I'm having trouble finding a new one. There's something wonderfully satisfying about the callouses that writing on a typewriter gives that my good old macbook cannot provide. I own and use a digital camera, but yearn for the days I could afford to replenish my stocks of Polaroid film. Those book reader computer things just make me want to vomit. Part of reading a book is the experience. The feel of the pages. That new book smell. The way that a book looks when it has been well loved and read; all creased covers and the occasional folded corner. 

It would appear I'm a reluctant lover of technology. I'll take it in moderation and only within my own terms. Until I find something I love and makes me smile - then I obsess and give it its own name. I'm officially one of those people who names inanimate objects. But I do really love my dear Purpleberry.