Friday, March 03, 2006

Feelin' F-I-N-E-FINE.

A lot of chipping-away, interspersed with plenty of procrastination, and accompanied by coffee, I have managed to weave what I think is an interesting 55 pages' worth of writing on how two particular schools have changed in the past few years to meet the challenges handed to them by this latest secondary school curriculum incarnation in Ontario.

Now what I have to do is slap a few graphs on the front, throw a literature review on there (which I've already partially done a few months ago), dress it up with an introduction, come up with some sort of summary, and defend this motherfucker.

Sounds easy, doesn't it?



A thought occurred to me regarding cellphones today. As you may or may not know, I have an unholy amount of hatred directed towards these damn things; the "crack of technological gadgetry" is how I like to think of them. Anyway, without further ado, here's my thought.

Someone on my MSN list had "Sally — out call cell" as her name. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent.) I thought to myself, "You know, once upon a time, if you were going out for the evening, you just went out with whatever gang of booze-junkies with whom you normally get sloshed, and those are your plans, period." But, what is Sally's motivation for telling the world (or at least a small chunk of it) that (a.) she's out this evening, and (b.) if you want to get in touch with her, call her cell?

The motivation behind (a.) is alright, I suppose. But with (b.), is the idea that you'll call her and want to join her and her pals? Or is it that you can call her and distract her while she's already out engaging in her pre-made plans such that you can cause her to go somewhere else? Gah. It's so confusing.

I live a pretty simple life. I make plans, and I stick to them. I'm also very punctual; if I say I'm going to be somewhere at 2:30, I'm going to be there at 2:30 (give or take three minutes, tops). If something happens, I get a quarter, find a payphone, and let someone know that I'm going to be late. I'm dependable, nearly to a fault.

While cellphones certainly have a use — I admit, I've used someone's a couple of times — I find people rely on them like a crutch, allowing them to duck and dodge previously-made plans at the last minute. It also allows people to be late; if you're going somewhere and that takes 30 minutes, but you're 20 minutes late, just call them 10 minutes into your trip from your cell and let them know you're going to be tardy. It's so... handy.

Too handy.

It's not even the "I can get in touch with anyone, anytime" thing that directly irks me. I think the thing that gets me the most is that with all this convenience, it allows people to be a lot more irresponsible than they otherwise would be, if they actually had some sort of timetable (e.g.) to which to stick.

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