I come to you fresh from a visit to the cell phone store, where I accompanied my mother on a tech errand she's been putting off for approximately 3 years. The birthright of children is to one day become a bespoke IT department for their parents, right? Or maybe "tech doula" is a better way of putting it. Because this stuff is always surprisingly emotional. The particular frustrations of modern technology whip up strange attachments and insecurities. Today, standing under the fluorescent lights amidst a group of gray-haired pilgrims waiting for their turn at the kiosk, I wondered: Should we start thinking of tech troublehshooters and phone-setup experts as care workers?
Elsewhere, a request! Writing fellow Autumn Fourkiller is looking for dreamers to submit their dreams for interpretation by Sadboy Howdy, her nom de newsletter. She writes: "Hello, it's your favorite sad cowboy mystic, Howdy. I'm once again asking for your dreams! They can be about anything, but in these fall and winter months I'm especially interested in dreams including (but not limited to) — foliage and snow, spooky happenings and ghostly encounters, teeth and hair, food and drink. See you on the other side!"
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