Room for just one more: lessons in consumerism

I’m not sure at which point along in the scouting-out-a-new-purchase process that I realised I didn’t need a new laptop, but it’s probably safe to say it was fairly early on.

With University looming in a couple of months, I’d figured taking my desktop there and back every ten weeks was actually going to be a bit much, and I thus definitely needed a laptop. This was a slightly annoying thought process, as when I bought said desktop thirty-odd months back, it’d been in part justified as “I wouldn’t mind taking it to University”.

So I don’t need a laptop. Taking my desktop wouldn’t actually be too much trouble, and my ageing netbook has found a new lease of life running Chrome OS.

Yet, I’m quite likely probably going to get a new laptop anyway.

I’ve decided that my University experience will be incomplete if I’m unable to write essays in the kitchen and be on Skype at the same time. I will have literally no fun unless I’m able to play Super Meat Boy in lectures.

The idea that there’s always room for one more device is one that seemingly everyone is finding increasingly acceptable. Devices like Google Glass and the Pebble watch are solving problems that you didn’t even know you had until someone told you about them.

And, you know what? It kinda sucks. I try to be “minimalist” in how much “stuff” I have, yet I’m quite happy saving my pennies for the latest solution to my only-recently-existing problems. Heck, I’m even writing a blog post about laptops in an attempt to make myself feel better about it.

You’ll have to excuse me now. I’m going to read a physical book. My Kindle’s out of battery, anyway.

On a new Medium

I was very excited to find in my inbox last week an invite to an invite to the very interesting new publishing platform from Blogger and Twitter founder Ev Williams, Medium. As applications were invite-only, I hadn’t really been expecting to hear anything, and I only vaguely remember even signing up, but still. An invite’s an invite!

One should note that the invite-only method of lunching a web application never fails to generate a false sense of excitement, superiority and exclusivity in the people granted access, and I thus logged into the exclusive Medium club feeling superior.

Feeling the need to contribute something, last Thursday evening I sat down to write a piece I’ve been wanting to write for about three months;  I had a really good idea for the title and the first line, and sadly I’d never really got further than that. I ended up re-writing the whole thing three times over the course of as many hours, but it’s turned out well in the end. If you’ve got a minute, my first post on Medium is well worth a read: Imagined Communities.

I’m not quite sure what I make of Medium, but it’s certainly interesting, and I’d definitely like to write there a couple more times before figuring out what it is I’m doing and indeed what it is the platform is doing.