I love this thing

Lemme just say I love my Palm Zire 71. I get to work cause the meeting is on my datebook. I call up the photographers cause their names are in my address book. I take down numbers and random sayings on my notepad. I snap pictures of random street performers on the way to work with the built-in camera. I hum to the playlist on my mp3 player. And I check off to-do lists for the day and write emails to long lost high school friends while I'm sitting between to fat people on the subway. And soon, I'll have fandango and books and and the whole office suite on this thing... wooowooo. Who needs women? If only this thing can give massages and connect to the net wirelessly, I'm set!

Oh Palm, how I love thee Thy metallic blue case So shiny and functional Thy gifts are bountiful Thy clean lines beautfiul How I love thee...

Funny how it seems

I work with a lovely cute creative director. She amuses me because she reminds me of my friend Mary. She has one of those peculiar toonlike Korean names that I like to say whenever I'm speaking to her. Yoosoon is, I think, forty years old but she still has an adorable way of speaking softly and sometimes with a gasp of exclamation at the most usual of things. I always check with her to see if I'm doing the correct thing and she always respond with upraised eyes and a quirky "Ok? Ok." or "I dunno... dun really know.." I suppose it's funny how certain traits never change in some people. I suppose I imagine what Yoosoon must have been like when she was a little girl, saying "Ohmagawde... ok? ok." I suppose I like working with her.