What iCan't do on my iPhone.

Don't worry this isn't some sort of techno babble about how my most recent of purchases has made my life so much easier, and how everyone should join club iPhone and walk around with a smug grin on their face because of the wealth of information at their fingertips. The only reason I have chosen this title is that whilst chatting on good old Facebook i realized that all those little things that make you smile during the day, or lead to some exciting venture, are the things that you couldn't make an app for, that you can't simulate. They are the things that are human. Like finding an awesome book for 50p in a thrift store, or when an elderly relative is racist or swears at a family gathering. I mean i may be able to buy that book for £0.49p from iThrift or download Grandma Sheila's iRememberwhen app. But its just not the same.

Today has been a very philosophical day. And i guess what I'm starting to see in my writing is the emergence of a pattern. Whatever i am feeling throughout the day is directly reflected here. That wasn't ever my intention, as i have said, i never really had an intention. But I've never been good at sticking to the lines, i get distracted. I end up blurring the lines, then rubbing them out, then forgetting where they were and trying to draw them back on. Problem is I'm a terrible drawer. And i wasn't probably paying attention to where the lines were anyway, 'cause as you can see by this paragraph, i just let my brain go where it wants. I find it more fun that way.

YES. thats where i was. Today was Philosophical. I have spent my day reading articles on existentialism after freaking out about my own existence and purpose, as I once again trawled through the papers and internet pages looking for the next place to beg for employment. And so i guess tonight i am writing about the things that i learned to look for. The things iForget make it all worthwhile, and that iShould learn to embrace a little more.

When i look back at my existence thus far it can be charted by a flow chart of moments. Of which there are two types. The first is an experience of great positivity. I did something awesome, went to a festival, found a bargain, bumped into a lost friend in literally the weirdest coincidence of my life. The second type are the moments that come up countless times when amongst friends. The opposite. The moments when you're stripped back, when your brain stops being a complex series of electrical impulses and you are reduced to being, well, basically, a buffoon. And it is these moments that iChart among the best bits of my life. They all involve some subject, usually me, being taken down a peg or ten, from either smugness or contentedness, to . . . . did i seriously just do, and or, say that, and almost always, when regaled, start with, do you remember when, and end in, holy shit I did didn't I*. But its true, these moments where you are laid bare, as the idiot you are, are brilliant. It's what keeps you grounded. It's what essentially iLive for.

I guess my point is that right now i could pick up my iPhone and do pretty much anything. And to be honest that feels great. . . . . for like 30 seconds. But when you're sitting there, all day, able to find out anything, you can get lost. I got lost today. And although it was a web page that saved me, what was said on this page was utterly human. It laid out in plain english all the things that we, as people need. And helpfully pointed out the things that we attach so much to, which we do not. Yesterday I felt better because, being able to embrace this massive world gave me an outlet. But today i feel better because i remembered to focus on the small things that get you through, and the people you shared those moments with.

Take it easy.

*(Some popular content to that sentence involve, you almost burned down the club, we got chased by that vicar, you got hit in the genitals for charity, you ate 10 burgers, we passed out in a grave, you accidentally told a Frenchman you were going to kill your wife, you took a piss with me on your back, you licked mustard off a lollipop for kicks etc.)