Like many American professionals, I keep lots of my relevant work information on a PDA
(personal digital assistant), and it contains documents and databases from my computer at the office. I take it home each night, so I can do some of my work there and then play a game of solitaire before bedtime.
For the past week or so, I arrive at work, place the PDA in its "cradle" and see the same message. Program Memory is critically Low: Please end one of the following applications. And I have to close several before the little device will cooperate.
Then last night I discovered a folder full of digital files I didn't know were there saved in a format that I didn't recognize. I opened one, then another, then another. These were sound files. Someone had been tape recording with my iPaq. I could tell from the dates that this had gone on for several weeks. Each recording began with percussion, presumably the stylus tapping against the screen. It sounded like a squirrel scampering in someone's attic. Then voices set in--mine, Marcia, sometimes Pearl's too. Some recordings were only 5 seconds long. One lasted half an hour.
The Montessori people refer to everything a child does as "work," and apparently our child has been "working" very hard in the off hours. By the time she's three, will she be podcasting?
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