Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Early Life Of George Crum



1. My cell phone is new. In the section "SMS-EMS" eleven messages are predetermined, a kind of macho whose goal is to enhance the efficiency of sending letters presumably generic. All phones come with that kind of "Sticky Notes". Those of my fon are

Call me a. ..
I'm in a meeting, I'll call out.
Thanks.
Sorry.
running late, do not expect me I'm here

urgent, call me immediately

Beware Where are you?
I can not talk now, send me a message.
I love you.

terrible the world is that the technology proposed. It seems that we are condemned to a life with only two areas: work and love. No mamen. I do not think that at some point I could have used any of the prayers that my phone wrote to ease my life. I find a series of sentences hopeless and without substance. They are the earliest in its most stupid form. They are a strong threat. And we carry all pockets. I believe I am part of a species in a century as in its infancy, can communicate more sound and deep. Ever criticized the secret that he wrote the following message to her boyfriend: "I thank God because I knew you" ... at that time I found a message taradísimo but now it apart is not so bad. I mean, believing in God is a corny but at least raises a specific emotional proposal, pretty stupid but concrete. Humana.

Aha, "human", that word obsolete. Anyway. I conclude with a note I wrote yesterday in my notebook of notes:

... we believe we are pleasantly engaged in an unbroken succession of inventions that improve the slow and disposable human life ...


not fall into the trap, chiefs, Miss. I swear, I swear, we all have something unique and unrepeatable to tell others. Although sometimes it seems like no.

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