Thanks SCS, I love the idea of resetting an inner barometer. I feel I am in a constant battle with what I call my inner gyroscope, attempting to ascertain if I am upside down or doing fine with all the swirl of moderninity.

I live in Seattle where I am often tempted to toss my various electronic devices into Puget Sound, but I think that in the Land of Gates you can actually be detained without representation for doing so. I turned my land line into a cell phone a few years ago, but I am building the courage to turn it back into a land line. I don't see it as a refusal to grow with the times, but rather a bold act to reset my inner barometer of what constitutes an emergency, or an opportunity, or an irritation... cell phones have pretty much trampled my internal self-regulator. If it rings, vibrates, or plays cheesy electronica, I feel compelled to respond. My best wishes for the return of Shiny or... a life with live music and a box of Matisse notecards!