Condition: Grave

About 7 or 8 months ago I had the misfortune of dropping my iPhone 4 into the toilet. It was in the back pocket of my jeans and during the, um, normal course of action in the bathroom it slipped out of my pocket, performed what I can only assume was a gold medal dive, and landed with a splash and a clunk in the bottom of the toilet. Don’t worry there was nothing else in there but water. I pulled it out, dried it off, and wondered if this was the end. The screen no longer responded to my touch and it periodically would flash the shut down swipe bar, then the apple logo, and then return to home. I managed to get it shut off and quickly ran for some rice. I dropped it in a Ziplock bag and dumped in at least  two cups of rice – I wasn’t going to hold back. I let it sit and did some research. One site recommended the removal of the SIM card so that any water trapped inside would dry up. I found a paperclip and opened up the side compartment. It was definitely damp. With great difficulty I allowed the phone to sit relatively undisturbed in this little bag of rice for about 36 hours. At one point I noticed the light on back had turned on. I figured this meant that I hadn’t actually turned the phone off but it really meant that something inside the camera had shorted. After a few days I turned the phone back on and hoped for the best. Miraculously it came to life and seemed no worse for wear. A few minutes of use indicated that wasn’t entirely the case as it had some issues with opening apps properly and the home button worked only about 80% of the time (I’ve since heard that this occurs with a lot of the phones, not just those that have fallen in water). And, of course, the light was still on. No matter how much I tried the light refused to turn off. I was sure this would result in diminished battery life but surprisingly it didn’t. In fact the only thing the light did was annoy me because I could no longer take a picture with my phone without drawing attention. I’ve gotten used to it over the months and rarely notice it anymore.

Fast forward to this morning. Again I had the phone in my back pocket and again it decided to taken another plunge into the toilet. I had completely forgotten it was in there since I rarely carry it around with me anymore. Since I moved to Italy I no longer used it as a phone, it was more like an iPod. Anyway, it takes the plunge and I quickly pull it out, dry it off, and grab some rice. This time only part of the screen won’t respond to touch but I can’t get it to turn off at all. I scramble to locate a paperclip so I can open the SIM compartment and leave the phone to dry out. Everything seemed to be just like the last time I did this except for one minor detail – the phone is now making clicking and crackling noises. I’m pretty sure that’s not a good thing. The plan is to leave it in the rice and hope it recovers but I’m not sure it will this time. I didn’t have much on it, mostly pictures, so if it regains even a little function I’m hoping I’ll be able to get them off. (I previously turned off sending photos to the cloud because it was getting filled too easily. Perhaps that was a mistake.)

The irony of all this is that I was finally eligible to unlock the phone so I could put an Italian SIM card in it. Seriously. I didn’t have to buy a new phone all I had to do was send a request to AT&T and, if everything went according to plan, they would unlock the phone and I’d be home free. Now I’m looking at my options should it not wake up from this coma. I really don’t want to spend $700 on a new unlocked iPhone 5 but it’s not just because of the money. Apple made a few different versions of the iPhone 5 that work on the different networks around the world. Some countries and networks use CDMA while others use GSM. In addition to that there are different frequencies for the 4G LTE data networks in Europe than there are in the US. If I were to buy an unlocked iPhone 5 here in Italy (all iPhones come unlocked) it might not work on the LTE network in the US. If I buy an unlocked iPhone 5 in the US not only will I have to switch from AT&T to Verizon and wait a month to receive it there’s also the possibility that it won’t work on the LTE network here in Italy. On top of all that the SIM cards aren’t even the same size so if I buy a European iPhone and take it back to the US I won’t be able to put my current micro SIM card in it. I’d have to visit AT&T when I’m back there and see if they’d be able to transfer my phone number and information to a new nano SIM card. I’m not sure they even do that sort of thing.

I suppose another option is to buy an unlocked iPhone 4S since it at least uses the same micro SIM. I could unlock the old SIM and use it when I go back to the US and pay for an Italian SIM while I’m here. It doesn’t get me the latest and greatest but it at least gets me back up and running. The thing is I don’t miss having it as a phone so much as I miss having the camera, that’s what I predominantly use it for. I also miss having internet access on it. I rely 100% on WiFi hotspots to connect and those are few and far between here in Naples.

So that’s my current conundrum. I just don’t know what to do. Why must technology be so frustrating

UPDATE: As of 4:56 p.m. CET the light on the back of the phone is no longer lit. That could mean one of two things, the water fixed the light and now it’ll work like it should or that the entire thing is fried.

No longer unemployed

About a month ago I got a job at the local Navy Exchange, hence the lack of posts. That’s not an excuse just a statement of fact. After spending all day walking around the last thing I feel like doing is writing a blog post, especially because I don’t want to write about my work place. If you come visit I’ll tell you all sorts of crap but I don’t like the idea of it sitting online forever.

Every morning I get up around 6 – 6:30 so I can drive in with Greg. From there I was taking the bus to the Exchange but recently I’ve been driving. Prior to this I’ve only been a passenger in the car on Italian highways and now that I’ve been the driver I can say, in all honesty, that the drivers in Maryland are worse. Sure the Italians like to ride the line and hog two lanes at once but in terms of the flow of traffic and the crazy speeds it doesn’t feel any different. I have yet to drive in the city as I am not 100% comfortable driving a standard and there are just too many hills, cars, motorcycles/scooters, and pedestrians for my currently driving ability. Aside from that I just don’t like driving a standard, it requires too much thinking. I much prefer being able to zone out when I drive, it’s my only true alone time and my brain likes to wander. Having to be fully aware of what I’m doing cramps my style. By all means go right ahead and tell me how ridiculous that is and how silly I am for not wanting to drive a standard. “But they’re so FUN to drive!” “All you need is PRACTICE!” “EVERYONE should know how to drive a stick shift!” The best one was “I used to *hate* driving a stick shift but then I moved here and now I LOVE it. You really feel like you’re one with the car. I can sense everything about how it’s running and I know exactly when to change gears. You really should learn to drive one, they’re so much better than an automatic.” Thanks Crazy Random Stranger for you opinion on what I should do! I’m so sad I didn’t think to ask you, Crazy Random Stranger, what else I should do with my life. Should I cut my hair? Should I start wearing palazzo pants and sweater vests? What should I do about my iPhone? Should I get a new one or unlock my old one? Who do YOU think I should vote for in the upcoming election? Before you answer any or all of those questions here’s the deal: I prefer driving an automatic to driving a stick. That’s just how it is. It’s the same as if I said I prefer chocolate ice cream to strawberry. Or the beach to the mountains. Or Apple to Windows. I just am who I am and I like what I like.

Wow, well this post didn’t go where I thought it was going but there it is. I’m going to work harder at posting more but I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be an every day kind of thing. Hopefully I’ll be more reliable with posting photos as I have been taking a lot of those.

Keep on keepin’ on and I’mma slap your mouth if you say anything about my driving abilities, or lack thereof. People in glass houses…

 

Photo of the Day: There’s something back there…

This morning the sky around the volcano was striated – bright gray-white on top and dark gray-black on bottom. It started slowly but there appeared a deep red glow in the darkness, like the glowing embers in an almost dead fire. To me it looked like fire mixed with the black smoke from a fire-breathing dragon (I just finished watching the first season of Once Upon a Time), the volcano being the humps of its back and shoulders.

The color got brighter and more intense with the clouds rimmed in red and looking like they were being singed when as quickly as it appeared it was gone. From a blast of crimson to a white-gray monochrome in a matter of minutes.

I’m really glad I got to see it.

 

P.S. If you’re going to get tired of seeing photographs of Mount Vesuvius you’d better tell me right now so I can get over the loss of readers sooner rather than later.

My green thumbs

Oh, hello. You’re still here? Well thanks for that, I know I’ve been really bad about writing anything recently nor have I kept up with posting photos. I have no excuse other than I’m lazy. And lame. And perhaps in some kind of creative slump. Nothing exciting has been happening lately other than my trans-Atlantic trips. You haven’t missed much.

An update on my tomato plants: they’re growing. They have tiny green tomatoes on them. You didn’t know I had tomato plants? Well I do! I grew them from seeds back in early August and they seem to be doing okay. *knock on wood* Greg is convinced they’ll keeping growing for a long while since Naples doesn’t get the super cold of winter like other places. In fact, it rarely gets down to freezing so they could go for a couple more months. I guess. Who knows, we’ll just have to wait and see.

The rest of my plants are doing well although the Vinca finally kicked the bucket. I’m pretty sure they came with some kind of disease because they didn’t last very long and certainly didn’t look healthy. The lilliputian Zinnias that I also grew from seeds are going strong and sprouting new branches all the time. Probably the most healthy looking of all the plants would be the Begonias and some succulent type flowering things that I don’t know the name of. Apparently they love it here and require little to no care at all. The same goes for the Begonias. I’m tempted to buy more of them just because.

Yesterday while walking around I came across a plant vendor with a single yellow Mum in a pot. Initially I didn’t think I wanted it but since we’re unlikely to really feel any evidence of Fall temperature-wise for another couple weeks I decided it would at least make it feel like Fall in other ways. My hope is to find another one, or maybe a couple more, to bring some longer-into-cool-weather-color to the balcony since I have no idea how long the rest of the blooming plants will last. It’s all a bit of a guessing game.

Most people with balcony or rooftop or even window gardens seem to gravitate towards the green succulent plants that offer interesting shapes but not much in the way of color variety. I’m not opposed to those types of plants but they’re not as cheerful or sunny as flowers so I tend not to go for them as much. I’m sure part of the problem is finding someone that sells flowering plants, I haven’t come across many, and most people don’t feel like taking the time to grow things from seeds.

At the last planting with Casey Trees this past Spring I was teamed up with two girls that had moved to DC from other places. This is fairly common in the city and usually doesn’t get much notice from me other than the basic “where are you from originally?” type questions. Since I knew I was moving to Italy I figured this was a good time to ask how they handled uprooting their lives. Their answers were pretty standard – meet new people, volunteer, go to museums, find a job, etc. etc. But one of the girls said something interesting after I explained how much I was going to miss planting trees, she said that everywhere she’d ever lived she found room to plant her own garden. At her previous apartment she’d done it on the fire escape. Before that she’d rented a plot of land in a co-op. It didn’t have to be very big, just a few pots and containers, but it meant that she had someplace welcoming and familiar to go to in a city that she didn’t know as well. I guess I really liked that idea because I get excited when I think about my little garden and look forward to adding new things to it. My goal is to get a little table and chairs so I can actually sit out there and enjoy it. If anyone ever asks me about how to handle moving so far from everything familiar I would definitely tell them to start their own home garden, they certainly wouldn’t regret it.

Creating confidence

There are things about Italians that I don’t understand and probably never will (not using AC even though you have it installed in your house, trying to protect their children from getting a cold by dressing them in 20 layers of clothing when it’s 70 degrees outside, straddling the lane markers on the highway, double parking at a 45 degree angle and then walking away from the vehicle, eating dinner at 9 o’clock at night) but the one thing I really want to become an expert on is their self-confidence. They don’t seem to have any real doubts about who they are and that confidence shows through in what they wear and how the carry themselves.

I know I’ve talked about this before but in the past few months I’ve decided that I want to be more Italian, not in the ways I don’t understand but in the way I want to: I want to be more self-confident and I want it to show through my wardrobe. I’ve always secretly loved clothes (though I love shoes more) but never felt confident enough to wear things that other people wore. Part of the problem is that I don’t know how to take a compliment. It has always bothered me when people say I look pretty, or they like my outfit, or whatever. It’s not that I didn’t want the compliments I just never know how to respond without seeming like I was expecting the compliment.

When it comes to my current wardrobe I err on the side of comfort over style and tend to look more cute than pretty. I’ve been mistaken for an 18 year old which isn’t necessarily a bad thing except when you’re meeting your husband’s coworkers and they wonder (perhaps jokingly, perhaps not) if you’re his daughter. In high school there were a couple girls who, unfortunately for them, looked like they were in their late 20s when they were probably only 16 or 17. When I was 18 a girl that was younger than me asked me if I was over 12. She was serious. I was seriously close to punching her in the face but managed to restrain myself.

Because I usually choose comfort over style I tend to stay away from clothing that is constricting or not cotton based. This severely limits my options and it’s been a hard habit to break. Why would I want to wear scratchy fabric when I could wear nice soft cotton?

That being said if there was ever a place where taking fashion risks would go relatively unnoticed Italy is it. Although Paris would probably be the ideal location but I don’t live there.

Anyway, I just wanted to write about this to help me get over it. I can’t be the only girl that has this issue, right?