Geek Grrl Footwear

I confess to betraying my gender stereotype – I’m not a shoe person. (Don’t like chocolate much either). These, though, may yet drag me out of my fit-flops.

Not only would they make me well over six foot (win!), but they come with their very own Pikachu – plus an inset and operational Gameboy, ready and waiting for me to have to sit my arse down because the damn things are too high to wear. They must be the ultimate in Geek Grrl footwear.

You can find more glorious wackiness like this at the Virtual Shoe Museum.

 

Withdrawal!

Twenty-four hours without my iPhone…

…and the symptoms are starting. The shakes. The craving. The fidgets.

Oh all right, I’m exaggerating. But not by much.

Seriously, while the irrepressibly wondrous Stephen Fry may have placed the smartphone in unlucky 13th, I’ve had a whole sodding day without mine. It’s been like missing a sense, or a limb.

What’s been worst?

There’s the OCD – the inability to constantly check and update my Social Media net – Twitter, Facebook, G+, plus my email account.

There’s the Texting – I feel isolated without my friends; I miss having them in my pocket.

There are the Photos– particularly now there’s instagram (amazing how those filters make everything look so moody), I have to take pictures and upload them…

There’s the Location Checking – all those missed Fousquare check-ins!

All of this adds up: we know this theory. We have to share, dammit – though whether that’s the desire to communicate the wonder that’s our next cup of tea, or just our narcissistic need for validation, I’m not sure. Frankly, after more than four years, I’m buggered if I know the difference.

Okay sensible for a minute – is it just the SoMe (pun intended) fripperies? Maybe not.

I’m adrift without the map – Isaac and I got lost in Canary Wharf today (not a place to be a Scuffy) and I was absolutely flummoxed.

I’m equally adrift without my news feeds and information updates. My world has shrunk, and that makes me oddly uncomfortable.

I miss Evernote – my creative Memory Palace (though I’ve had a Moleskine with me today).

And lastly, there are the games and the educational apps – Planets and Molecules – that my son and I share. I’m convinced he learns by osmosis. (They also keep him quiet on trains).

A comment was left on my twitterfeed yesterday about smartphones making us ignore our children – the usual implication about lack of social skills blah blah. Yet I see it like this: someone else using a smartphone is antisocial. When you’re using your own, it’s a window. They make our world bigger – we see more – and so our social skills have simply adapted. A smartphone is like any tool, it’s how you use it that counts.

I may have phone OCD, but it’s for a reason. My phone has become my information and communication, my location and education, and I’m absolutely lost without it.

Though according to last night’s gadget list, if I want to amuse my son on a train, I should maybe give him a cigarette lighter.

Wait… what?