Well, ok

Well this thing is worth the extra money, and yes I was really skeptical. A first for me—a Mac Book Pro. And have been known to get really mean when I think I’m being taken and end up paying too much for something. After all, I am always perfect and seldom, if ever make a mistake that inadvertently cost someone additional money. Ha, no way. But attention to my shortcoming is not the mater of my attention. I become obsessed with driving the deal and finding a bargain. If or when I feel like I’m loosing control, I react and utter unfortunate expletives.
This really pleases anyone who happens to be in the immediately vicinity, such as my wife Cindy. Her memory and tendency to recall every ugly detail pleases me to no end. Regardless of any inclination to attempt amends to all involved, I soon realize that often it’s too late because I cannot take back a single word uttered in vain.
Ok, enough talk of my behavior. This thin has sucked me in and has converted this Dell PC user into a Mac man. The OS operating environment will take some getting used to. It’s not completely different form familiar Windows, just different enough to cause me frustration. Not frustration to the hostile breaking point, just to the less amused, but still determined point. I’m looking forward to cashing in on my pre-paid torturing.

Creativity, or lack thereof

The information available via the Internet is more a curse than blessing. With the click of a mouse, we can find pages of alleged information on any subject imaginable. However, the mind numbing stream of links to various Web destinations does more to distract and waste time than feed imagination and creativity. Information and software choices are billed as time saving enhancements. However, for some of us, these marvels of technology give us a false impression of productivity.
The thousand plus hits on a given search subject makes it difficult for me to decide which one to open first; although, 99% of the time I seldom get beyond the first page of links. If I happen to go deeper, persistent Web sites manage to list their links repeatedly on page after page; so, the number of real hits is less than advertised by Google, Bing, or any number of search engines/advertising platforms. More often than not, I come away from my searches only wasting time with no more real knowledge than when I started. If I think I find something useful and do not recognize bias and spin in the guise of objectivity, I am ultimately drawn into the web of advertisement disguised as information that permeates online culture.
In fact, I find that write less, surf the Web continually, and feed my proclivity for procrastination by messing with technology. Creativity, for me, requires some modicum of concentration. It’s too easy to be drawn to an e-mail when the incoming tone sounds or to check my frequently visited Web sites. Distractions give me the excuse that my mind craves, a shift to natural and away from of work.