Fatherhood and Technology

The Speck CandyShell is some of the best iPhone protection products I have seen. Hear me now and believe me later- And then hear me later because after my phone has exceeded the escape velocity of my hand, crashing to the unforgiving asphalt of my suburban surroundings I’ll still be able to place that phone call unless for some odd reason it lands roughly on a very sharp pointy rock onto the screen surface or drowns in a vat of deep fried chicken fat. Then I’m not so sure.

The CandyShell is aptly named. It has a hard exterior and a soft, gooey (hopefully shock absorbent) interior.

Still, it was a million times better than this horrible rubberized cover I got at BestBuy. I got a pink one cause all the many covers were taken. It was hard tot get in and out of my pocket, and eventually it tore after only a few months use. This CandyShell will take many licks I hope before I get to that soft center.

Check it out at http://www.speckproducts.com/products/candyshell/iphone-3g/162

They also make a tough skin that is the most testosterone-driven cover of all time.

I heard the heartbeat of my child. My wife called me. I couldn’t be there because the nurse practitioner had to bail on us because someone else was giving birth and Sara had to go early or not at all. I heard it. She was so relieved/happy, and so was I.

It was also our third wedding anniversary. I went to the florists and bought a simple arrangement. Three red roses and one pink carnation. A flower for each year of marriage and one for this child.
I sped to her place of business and sneaked into her area. I was met by one nurse with a “For me, you shouldn’t have.” I would have laughed- I would have been more congenial but I was trying to go undetected by my wife. I did meet my wife’s favorite person at work. Nan is an older lady who works the charge desk and is very nice to Sara. I tell her who I am, and what I’m there to do. She takes my hand and says ‘you have the nicest person for a wife.’ I respond by saying, ‘I am a lucky man.’

She pats my hand and congratulates me as I thank her and quickly leave.

Later Sara calls me. She doesn’t overtly express a big deal to me about these things, but she called her whole family. Her family is very open with their lives and feelings whereas mine has hardly ever been. “My sister says you deserve sex for that.” She comments as we browse the children’s section of Joseph Beth where we discover William Gibson will be in town this weekend. We will be out of town. Gibson sparked my interest in technology with several of his books. He’s one of those authors I would go see if I could.

“Did you know we do reserve signings?” Says the checkout worker at the front.
Sara looks at me as if to say “Go and get a book.”

We dine on overpriced Chinese and it was good. The service was horrible.
Sara insists on getting me some fantastic walking/jogging shoes because she hate the all white $30 sneakers I’m currently using.

We drive home and she is exhausted. My wonderful bride sleeps as I go walk and try to jog and lift weights and spend the rest of the evening in deep reflection on the good fortune I’ve had, which is all better than I deserve.