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My cell phone, iPod, and laptop are right by side. I must be ready to head out the door to class or something, right? No, I’m going to bed. My cell phone is my alarm, my iPod helps me fall asleep, and my laptop aids my recent bouts of insomnia plus it’s been cold enough in our apartment that I’ve been writing papers under the covers. I have been thinking about this phenomenon recently; when I did it become that I need three modern devices to get to sleep? I know the iPod inched its way in first. But lately I have been waking up in the middle of the night, my body wrapped in white cord, debating the sanity of my inability to fall asleep solely while listening to Joy Division, Aimee Mann, Norah Jones, and Johnny Cash. Ditched the alarm clock for the cell phone, in of those large-scale cleaning moments when I realized that both had the same function but one also made phone calls. I find myself left clueless as to how modern technology has become a necessary part of one of the least technologically advanced parts of my life: sleep.
Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon? Find yourself suddenly sharing your bed with an iPhone or a Macbook, wondering how it got there…you’re not alone.
Me, in Boston. March 17-21. I’ll be visiting my good friend Alex.
So I’m back in the states, and is it out of line to say that I am boooooored. I’m trying to avoid the “grass is greener” trap, but it’s hard when you realize that you have a year .5 left of being a good student at the University of Iowa, right after you’ve come to the realization that there’s so much in this world yet to see, and well you have to start sometime. I know being a student greatly facilitates my travel to far-away places but while I was traveling I felt so in my element, as in I stopped for once thinking about the future and was there now, doing what I want had become a reality.
I like traveling.
Stationary (at least for now) I have decided is not for me. I’m restless. E-mail address shall be more permanent than address, has become thy motto. Is studying abroad twice, overkill? These are the thoughts that occupy my time.
