I swore for the longest time that I wouldn’t get one. Didn’t want to be that accessible. Didn’t want to be “that guy” at the poker table. Didn’t want to have to answer email in traffic. I had myriad reasons not to get one of these little things.
Yet, here I sit, tapping away on the wee little keycaps, holding the little thing in my hands, looking like a devout high priest of technology. Sigh.
I can just hear the cackling of some of my friends, likely holding their own little oracles over their heads, shouting maniacally, “ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” while dancing around the fire. This town is run by them, their little cult of availability, and I feel that I’ll just have to play along a little more.
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I live and work in the District of Columbia. I write at We Love DC, a blog I helped start, I work at Technolutionary, a company I helped start, and I’m happy doing both. I enjoy watching baseball, cooking, and gardening. I grow a mean pepper, keep a clean scorebook, and wash the dishes when I’m done. Read Why I Love DC.
