Coffee With Me: A Mid-week assortment

Hello, hello!

I don’t have any posts dedicated to one “major” event, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been a useless lump since my last post. Here’s some things that happened in the last week.

I went to my first Giants game with the Hus-friend, Tina, and Ben (not pictured).  IMG_5246

Apparently, the game did not matter at all because neither team (The Giants of the Rockies) are going to the playoffs. It was a pretty sound trashing. I’ve found that my life is much easier if I don’t care about sports. I mean, I already get worked up enough about things that I can’t change/control–why would I introduce another stresser in the form of professional sports?

I was super into all the tasty ballpark food. GET IN MY MOUTH, FRENCH FRIES AND ONION RINGS! (Tina shared this enthusiasm.)


For teammate Jay’s birthday, I made a lot of double chocolate chip cookies:

double chocolate chip cookies

And this Dutch baby made an appearance during our Sunday breakfast.  I love how easy Dutch babies are — I just give all the ingredients a whirl in the blender and then bake it in the oven. It’s much easier than the usual fountains of batter when I make waffles.

Dutch baby

Jordan and Maria are back in town after a long trip to Chicago with their babies. Readers, please meet Madison and Harper who have not yet made an appearance on MicaPie. Since it’s kind of hard to go anywhere with twin babies, we’ve been taking the party to Jordan and Maria–cooking dinner and then eating together after their manage the Herculean task of bathing, feeding, and putting down two tiny humans. The girls have to wear these puffy sleep suits so they don’t punch themselves and wake themselves up at night. Babies, man….


And for your daily dose of feminist rage, why why why is BodyGlide still selling this “her” version of their product? I checked–the ingredients are the same.

IMG_5252Notice that the “her” version (obviously marketed towards women) is smaller than the “body” version: yet another example of how male/men/masculine is the assumed default and women are somehow the exception. Also notice that where the men’s says “Injury Prevention,” the her version says “Plant botanicals.” And perplexingly, the body version highlights “Never wet,” but the women’s version advertises “Always dry.”

Don’t get me wrong–I really appreciate (and expect) differentiation in certain products. Like, say, tee-shirts, where “unisex” typically means “men’s.” This is a simple recognition that women have really different bodies than men. However, gendered marketing of a product that works the SAME WAY for both sexes offends me. I’m not going to buy a “her” product just because it’s pink and says “moisturizing…plant botanicals” on it.

So…what have you been up to this week?

Year of Style: How to wear this red plaid shirt?

Well, it’s almost October, but I have (sort of) been continuing “Year of Style.” I “had to” (ha!) give up on Fancy Fridays because I started riding my bike to work and biking in a dress or skirt is a pain.

I have been continuing with my search for a uniform, and I’ve come to the realization that I am most comfortable in cotton button-up shirts. That’s always a style I’ve gravitated towards because they are classic, fancier than tee-shirts, and more hard-wearing than say, silk blouses. (I wore a white silk button-up to work today and managed to get it dirty immediately. Sigh.)

Button-ups are also versatile. You can wear them tucked! Untucked! Open as a jacket! Belted like a dress! Oh, except that I can’t figure out FOR THE LIFE OF ME how to wear mine.

I have this over-sized shirt from Madewell (last year). I like it because it’s a button-up shirt, and it’s red. (Andy once told me that in his mind, I’m always wearing a red plaid shirt.)

I cannot for the life of me figure out if it looks best untucked or tucked-in. (Remember when I asked you for advice about this other chambray button-up? Wasn’t tucked-in the worst way to style that shirt? This is confusing.)

Here are some photos with unflattering lighting and a weird pose that makes it look like I’m tipping over. I’m not cut out to be a style blogger obviously.

Here it is untucked, which I think just looks like the current trend of “lollipop” style: skinny bottoms and an oversized top. Sure, it doesn’t highlight my narrow waist, but that’s not the look I’m going for.

Untucked plaid shirt

And here it is tucked in, which gives it more shape and shows that I have a curvy lower body. (As if there is any way to hide that.) I’ve actually discovered that I have a high torso:leg length ratio; “conventional” fashion advice says that tucking in a shirt will lengthen the leg line and bring things more into proportion. (Okay, whatever.)

Tucked in shirt(And this one isn’t really in the running, but here it is with a blazer because I figured someone would suggest I try this. I know about this combination, but I really want to figure out how to wear the button-up with jeans. Why can’t I figure this out?!?)

button-up with blazer

And, yes, I know that if I tuck it in, it’s best to have a belt. Except I still haven’t bought a belt. And when your husband has 27″ hips, you can’t even pretend to borrow his. Sigh.IMG_5239

I’d love your feedback on the tucked vs. untucked comparison, but here’s something I suspect: it doesn’t really matter. Neither one makes me look “weird.” I have some irrational fear that my clothes will make my body look outlandishly disproportionate and add 50 pounds to my frame. And while that probably won’t happen, it wouldn’t even matter if I did. I should dress for myself and no one else.

(I’ve been thinking a bit about dressing for one’s body type and will probably write a post about that at some point. In the mean time, I’m going to finish eating some dark chocolate and go to bed.)

P.S. Thanks in advance for taking the time to help me out. How I am almost 30 and still so bad at dressing myself is a mystery.

Visiting Meghan in Seattle

In addition to seeing my in-laws last weekend, I also got to see my Hackbright friend Meghan for a brief visit. Meghan and her husband Paul moved to Seattle last year, and they now live in a very cool house with a beautiful view of the Puget Sound. It feels so luxurious to visit my friends in their nicely decorated HOUSES (What? WHO OWNS PROPERTY? YOU’RE ALL SUCH ADULTS!).

They were kind enough to host me Thursday night when I arrived (separately from the Hus-friend) and then let me work remotely from [their] home on Friday. When I got tired of fighting with Javascript frameworks (ugh), I got to stare out their large windows at the sound. It was perfect!

Puget Sound view
Puget Sound view from my walk

Seattle was a nice change from San Francisco. It’s beautiful and green with such cool weather. For the short periods that I’ve visited, I’ve really loved the weather. The summer is so beautiful, and the grey, overcast days are a delight–no burning sun making me hot and sweaty!

On Friday morning, I went for a leisurely walk around Ballard, and I loved seeing all the lush gardens and views of the water. I even found this crazy slug (eating a crushed snail, gross).

sidewalk slug

While I was working, Meghan and Paul’s cat Blue (whose name I thought was “Lou,” oops) would pop in and talk to me. I may have followed him around trying to take his photo while my dev environment was re-building.

Blue the cat

He’s a nice kitty, he keeps Meghan and Paul company! Meghan & Blue

Paul and Blue

Meghan showed me the “loom room,” one of the bedrooms that houses her amazing loom–a hobby room, my dream! Anyway, she has A LOOM, AND IT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER. It’s so crazy-complicated looking. With all its moving mechanical parts, it reminded me of the Babbage Engine. It apparently took her four days to assemble. After hearing Meghan’s brief explanation of how it works and seeing her beautiful samples, I was really excited to maybe get a [much smaller!] loom and try my hand at weaving!Meghan's loom

Thanks to Meghan and Paul (and Blue) for hosting me in your beautiful home. I can’t wait to come see you again in Seattle!

Mica & Meghan

A whale-watching cruise in Seattle

My mother-in-law Liz has always wanted to visit the Pacific Northwest, so to celebrate her birthday last weekend, the family planned a trip to Washington State. The Hus-friend went up earlier in the week, and I met them Friday night (after working from my friend Meghan’s cool Seattle home that day!) for dinner at Ivar’s. (We went to Ivar’s on Wedding Victory Tour!)

Bart and Liz had found a charming AirBnb on Bainbridge Island, which is a 30-minute ferry ride from Seattle. It was a little suite on top of the host’s barn/music studio overlooking the sound. It even had a small, nicely finished kitchen with a full oven and really nice fridge.  As it turns out, the Hus-friend and I were never there during the day time, so we didn’t get to see the view. Liz and Bart sent this photo though: View from AirBnb on Bainbridge Island

We had an early start on Saturday (3:45am!) to catch the ferry back to Seattle and then get on a whale-watching boat. The cruise was a three-hour trip to Friday Harbor in the San Juan Islands and from there, an excursion looking for whales! I got a lot of knitting done on the boat, while the Hus-friend and his family played several rounds of hearts.

playing cards on the whale cruise

We saw a humpback breach (come out of the water)! It was so neat to see in real life, instead of just in an insurance or wealth management commercial or something. I didn’t get any photos because I wanted to spend my time actually looking for whales, instead of hiding behind a lens. I got annoyed by all the people getting in front and holding out their phones and iPads — do they really think their photo is going to turn out that well? If I want a good landscape or nature photo, I’d rather just buy a coffee table book and spend my time outside enjoying the moment.

After the whale-watching portion of the trip, we had a quick stop for lunch in Friday Harbor, which is a charming waterfront town in the San Juan Islands. It was stereotypical Seattle-esque weather — cloudy, gray, damp but not that cold. It makes for really nice photos!

Friday Harbor

Coming back to port and seeing Seattle at dusk was pretty spectacular! Space needle at dusk

Liz said that the Pacific Northwest lived up to her long-held expectations, so the trip was a success! It was a really quick and busy trip for us, but I’m glad we could make the jaunt up to Seattle to meet them. (And we saw whales!) I haven’t spent much time in Seattle, but I’m glad she liked it as much as I do! (Too bad about that big earthquake that’s coming…)

(Brother-in-law does not smile.)

Visiting Jessica & Matt in Midland!

Whoops, I let almost three years pass without going to see Jessica and Matt in Midland, MI! Well, I finally booked tickets and made plans to enjoy a long weekend with my two favorite chemists in their fancy house.

Oh, and Java. I can’t forget that I also went to see Java!Java the cat

BUT FIRST! The charming town of Frankenmuth is not too far from Midland, and it is home to Bronner’s CHRISTmas World.

Bronner's Christmas world

When Jessica told me we were going to the The World’s Largest Christmas store, I had an appropriately reserved reaction:


Bronner's CHRISTmas collage

Bronner’s was basically a giant emporium, stuffed to the gills with every kind of ornament and décor item imaginable. (Actually, we don’t think they carry sexual ornaments or anything with profanity.) There are thousands of ornaments and holiday kitsch, enough to make your head spin. I had to select an ornament that was fully representative of my trip back to the Midwest, which is how I came to own this shiny broasted chicken leg. We don’t have room for a tree in our SF apartment, but I think the broasted chicken will be on display all year long.

Broasted chicken ornament

Broasted chicken is apparently a thing in Frankenmuth. It wasn’t the right time of day for a full chicken dinner, but I did get a Koegel‘s sausage (“Serve the curve!”).

Eating Koegel's

Frankenmuth was having an old car show while we were there, and everyone was out and about. It was a cute town, and I had fun eating a lot of cheese, pastry, and mustard samples.Frankenmuth Cheese

Good fun reconnecting with our German heritage, right, Jess?

Frankenmuth photo boardWhenever people come visit me, I always worry that they’ll be bored if I don’t show them every cool thing in SF. Except when I go visit friends, I just want to spend time with them, even if it’s just chilling at home. This trip was not exception–I enjoyed going for long walks, hanging out around the house, piling on the giant sectional, and even running errands with Matt and Jessica. I mean, I got to re-visit my most favorite commercial establishments in the whole wide world.Aldi & Meijer

On Saturday, the three of us walked down the rail trail to the Farmer’s Market in downtown Midland. The most notable (and only) purchase was a “whole” salmon fresh caught from the Mackinac straights. (The sign said “whole” salmon, so we assumed it wasn’t whole. It was, in fact, a whole fish. We got a big-ass fish for $29–$3.50/pound, madness!) We took our turns on the three-mile walk home carrying “Timmy.” He was pretty heavy!

carrying Timmy the salmonWhile Jessica and I ran errands, Matt did an admirable job lovingly dismembering Timmy. I was impressed.Matt cleaning the fish
Jessica and Matt have a “real” house with a very fancy kitchen, in which we cooked a very Fall-appropriate meal: winter squash soup, baked Timmy/salmon, roasted brussels sprouts. (Plus a nod to summer with some very fresh tomatoes.)

squash soup, salmon, roasted brussels(Timmy’s flesh was pretty white, not like salmon I’d had before. We decided this was because he was mostly from fresh water.)

In addition to a crisp four-mile run on Sunday, we also did a lot of walking (and one perhaps ill-advised lower-body workout in the basement). Midland is pretty small, but it has a lot of houses designed by Alden Dow including Jessica and Matt’s own house). We walked over to his house and took a gander from the front lawn. Alden Dow House, Midland MIIt was really perfect weather: not too hot with just a hint of crisp fall weather. When we went for our run on Sunday, it was in the 40’s, and we saw one maple tree just starting to turn. (Seasons? What are those? I’ve forgotten!) Given the freakishly warm weather we had when I left SF, it was a joy to wake up all cozy under a comforter in a slightly chilly room.

I really enjoyed the fall weather as a novelty, but unfortunately, for Jessica and Matt, it signals the transition towards their very long winter. I don’t envy them that!

I do envy their nearby novelty orchard with delicious apple cider donuts! apple cider donut

And you may be wondering what baking Jessica and I did while we were together. I mean, last year, our Detroit bumpy cake was such a success, right? Well, we’re 0/2 on baked desserts while visiting each other. We tried to make a chocolate butterscotch pie using a recipe from one of Jessica’s grandmother’s cookbooks. Unlike modern cookbooks, the directions were pretty sparse, and we were not sure how to “proceed as directed” with an apparent lack of directions. This is how we ended up with a chocolate butterscotch pie that contained no butterscotch and never solidified. Oops.Failed chocolate butterscotch pie

We ended up freezing the pie so that it could be eaten, you know, on a plate and with a fork. It was not our best production, but it was a good vehicle for whipped cream out of a spray can, which Jessica and I both love.

Jess & Mica, eating pie

(Add this one to our collection of bizarre, mostly unflattering photos.)

I can’t say that I really miss living in the Midwest, but visiting Midland reminded me of some things that I did like, namely Fall weather, fresh, clean air, wide, tree-lined streets, and a notable lack of human excrement on the sidewalk.

It was a perfectly relaxing and enjoyable weekend (minus a flight delay because due to wildfire smoke obscuring visibility at SFO.), and I’m so glad I finally went to visit Jessica and Matt. They were really gracious and accommodating hosts and tolerated me chattering non-stop for 72 hours–no small feat!

So, Jess, what’s our next visit gonna’ be?

Labor Day Weekend Things

The Hus-friend and I are still rock climbing at the gym semi-regularly. We try to go most weekends that we are free, but with obligations, it comes out to about twice a month. Still, I think we’re improving, and I even signed us up for a technique class for his birthday last month. I finally committed to some rock climbing shoes of my own, instead of renting a worn-out pair from the gym every visit. La Sportiva Mythos

We went climbing today, and felt like I could make contact a lot better with the wall and the holds with such a tighter shoe. I sized down to a 6.5 (My normal shoes are a 7.5, and my running shoes are 8’s.), so they fit like a glove–no room for socks!

When I started running back in first year of college, I really felt committed when I got my first pair of running shoes. And now, I feel slightly more committed to rock climbing because I have a “real” pair of climbing shoes. I guess shoes are what make me feel legit. Not, you know, actually being a good climber.

In other news, I made yeasted waffles for Sunday breakfast. I’m terrible at estimating how much batter to spread in the iron, which is how I ended up with this:

overflowing waffle batter

And Siena’s fiancé Andy turned 30 on Saturday, and I offered to make a birthday cake. Andy loves peanut butter and chocolate, so I made this triple layer chocolate cake with peanut butter-cream cheese frosting that I remembered from Natalie’s blog. The cake itself was a sour-cream and oil-based batter, so the layers came out suuuuuper soft and delicate. Much to my dismay, I ripped the top off of one of them when transferring them to cooling racks. After a sit in the fridge, they firmed up admirably, and I just filled the gaps in the wonky layer with extra frosting. (I thought I’d get away without doing a crumb coat, but I definitely had to do one. Stupid crumb coats.) Andy said it was the best cake he had ever had, which was a very nice compliment!

birthday treats

I had promised to bake something for Siena’s birthday three months ago, so I also showed up with some belated treats: key lime bars. These are soooo good! I like that you make half the tray with chocolate drizzle and the other half with toasted coconut. (Stella also appreciated this since chocolate gives her migraines.) I highly recommend this recipe for a last-days-of-summer celebration.

Did you have a good three-day weekend? I enjoyed having a productive, yet relaxing long weekend before my fall gets busy!


Last weekend was Sahar and Ganbi’s wedding!

Sahar is Pakistani, and Ganbi is Mongolian. They both value family and tradition, so their wedding had a lot of meaningful touches from both of their cultures.

Before the wedding, the bridal party celebrated the mehndi, which meant eating a lot of delicious Pakistani food and getting henna done. Sahar’s henna was mesmerizing and beautifully intricate.

Sahar's mehndi(Ganbi’s name was written discreetly in the design; the groom is supposed to find it!)

As a bridesmaid, I got to see the “inner workings” of a DIY wedding, including making a bunch of flower arrangements and decorations. Sahar and Ganbi had done a really admirable job planning every last detail, but they were so chill about it. I felt myself getting stressed, but they just shook things off and enjoyed everyone’s company and friendship.

DIY wedding flower setup

I really enjoyed meeting Ganbi’s family and learning about Mongolian culture. I’d never heard Mongolian spoken before! (I say that like it’s surprising, but Ganbi is the first Mongolian I’ve ever met.)

His older brother Bat gave a really funny and sweet speech. I was slightly distracted by this “Mongolian Cookie Mountain” that was covered in varieties of Mongolian cheese. Some of the cheese was sweetened (Eh??), and others were little tooth-cracking bricks.

Sahar & Ganbi's wedding

Ganbi’s Mongolian grandma was basically my favorite guest at the wedding. She didn’t speak any English, but she was really cool, especially when she was wearing a fedora. After we took this photo, she kept saying “Thank you!” but no, thank you, Mongolian granny!

Mongolian grannies

Obligatory couple photo from a wedding with my fancy bridesmaid make-up and hair. You can’t tell, but I’m wearing fake eyelashes. Hus-friend got to wear his fancy, custom-tailored suit!

IMG_5086The wedding party surprised the bride and groom with a dance at the reception. Here’s a video of us practicing. I admittedly really dragged my feet about learning this one, but I ended up having a lot of fun!

No surprise, but I cried several times during the wedding festivities. Something about weddings (except for mine….).

And that’s not all! The next day, Jay and I made the trek across the Great Sea (the bay) to watch our former Integrity teammate tie the knot! Eyal and Julia got married on Sunday evening in a really sweet, interesting, and classy ceremony at Tilden Regional Park. I haven’t been to very many Jewish weddings, and I thought all the “steps” were really interesting–from the kitubah signing to the bride and groom circling each other seven times in total. Again, it was the perfect marriage (ha!) of the couple’s personalities and the traditions of their families. (Yep, cried during this one, too.) I didn’t get any photos, but it was a beautiful venue on the perfect Bay Area evening with a thoughtful ceremony, delicious food, and fun dancing!

For their guestbook, Julia and Eyal asked guests to take instant film photos and write a message. We (Jay, me and Ted) were initially a little “trigger happy,” but the second one turned out really well.

Jay, Mica, Ted(I kept the bad one and taped it to my desk at work as proof that I have friends.)

So, phew, that was a lot of socializing over one weekend. Though I was dreading how tired I’d feel after both weddings, I’m glad I was able to go to both. I had a lot of fun and am honored that Sahar and Ganbi and Eyal and Julia wanted to include me in their special days.

The Giant Race 2015

So I ran a 10K this morning, my first in…awhile.

I ran an easy PR of 58:29. Also, I decided to stop signing up for races.

The Giant Race caters to Giants Fans, unsurprisingly. My friend and co-worker Herbert and I don’t care about baseball at all, but we signed up because we wanted to run something longer than a 5K  and the timing was right As such, we weren’t very excited about a lot of the “selling points” of this race: finishing on the field of AT&T Park, a Hunter Pence (who?) bobblehead, a tech shirt that’s styled after a Giants jersey. I mean, you know me, I don’t really like paying a lot for races that give out a lot of swag.IMG_5065

Basically, this race wasn’t very fun for me. It was an out-and-back course on the Embarcadero, and it seemed really disorganized. For example, it wasn’t clear that the outbound runners had to stay left, so when the elites turned around, they were running back straight into a wave of on-coming slower runners. They were weaving and dodging through walkers and people who didn’t even realize that they were in the way. How frustrating for everyone!

I got stuck behind a lot of slow headphones-wearing, tutu-clad runners, which made my first 5K frustratingly slow. And I get it, headphones aren’t going anywhere, and a lot of people really like to run with them. And if that gets them out and moving, that’s great. I just don’t want to weave and dodge around them.

While I was running this morning, I realized that I don’t like racing that much. I find road races very stressful because I have so much anxiety about the possibility of failure, which is ridiculous but sadly true. Plus, I rarely do speed work, and I hate pushing my body to go fast, especially without speed training! Consequently, I end up just running most of my races as slightly faster training runs…but with thousands of people around me. And what’s the point of racing if I’m not going to run all out? Why pay $50+ for a training run with swag that I don’t care about? I know I can train for distance, so there’s really no point in racing unless I want to go for speed at this point, I think. And I don’t care enough about speed.

Me, Herbert…and some thirsty lady

I had all these thoughts while I was running, but it wasn’t like the race was a wash. I didn’t completely throw in the towel, and I was pleased to see that I ran negative splits and PR’d. (Not that this was difficult as my old PR was over an hour.) Plus, it was Herbert’s first 10K, and he did really well!

So this was probably my last road race for awhile, I think. I entered the lottery for a few marathons, but if I get in, I will definitely train for that seriously. In the mean time, I’ll just save my money and work on my general fitness. Plus, I have some hamstring tightness and arch soreness that I should probably address. Without the “obligation” of any upcoming races, I’m looking forward to doing whatever feels best for the time being.

Sundottir: My new favorite sweater!

Is it the holidays yet? Because I have a sweater I want to wear!

Sundottir sweater

I first saw the Sundottir sweater last year, but I wrote it off as something way too complicated for my knitting skill level. I, of course,  promptly forgot about it. Then I heard an interview with the pattern’s creator Diana Walla on the Woolful podcast, and I decided to give it a go because she sounded so cool. (Linguistics major!)

Sundottir sweater

My sweater fears were unfounded. I was shocked at how nice the instructions for the Sundottir were. They’re so clear and well-written with no math errors. I really didn’t have to think at all when following the directions. All of the new techniques were described right in the pattern, and the chart was super-easy to follow. I even learned about color dominance; the contrast color goes in the left hand/strands under the main color because it will be more prominent that way. Mysteries of yarn!Sundottir sweater in progressBecause I wasn’t sure how this pattern would turn out, I used Cascade 220 yarn, which is a solid “workhouse” yarn with pretty color saturation and a manageable price point. (I don’t have problems paying a lot for nice yarn, but I wanted to give it a try on less expensive wool yarn initially.)

Sundottir sweater
…Looks super good over running shorts, yes?

After swatching and then blocking my swatches, it took me just under a month to knit this sweater, mostly in the evenings after work. I think that’s pretty speedy, though people on Ravelry said they finished it in, like, five days. I don’t know who these fast knitters are! I enjoy the process of knitting just as much as the finished product, so speed isn’t so important to me.Sundottir sweaterI’m so proud of my Sundottir. It is exactly kind of sweater I’ve always wanted: sort of like a Christmas reindeer sweater but without actual reindeer in the pattern. I love the red and cream color scheme! (Aren’t you shocked? I didn’t use blue/teal, though I am thinking of doing another one in navy.) Plus, the sizing came out just perfectly: I had a little over and inch and a half of positive ease (extra circumference), so it fits comfortably but not too baggy.

Sundottir Sweater
Killing it as a sweater model.

Unfortunately, it is still the wrong temperature for wool sweaters in SF. In fact, we’re in the middle of a heat wave. I couldn’t wait for it to cool down though, so I took photos in our very warm living room wearing this sweater over my sports bra. As usual, my modeling job leaves something to be desired, but it was too hot for me to wear the beloved Sundottir any longer. Time to book some trips to cold weather locations!Sundottir sweater

(I’m actually pointing to Albania on the map because one of the dialogues that my ESL students practiced had the line “Albania is on the Adriatic, kind of between Yugoslavia and Greece.” It doesn’t seem very cold there in the winter.)

And I’ll end with the [most] awkward sweater modeling shot:awkward Sundottir modeling

In case you’re interested in more details, you can check out my project page on Ravelry.

Foregoing my phone for an evening.

I accidentally left my phone at work today and didn’t realize it until I’d gotten home. It wouldn’t have taken very long to ride my bike back to the office, but that seemed like too much work. I texted my teammate, asking him to stash my phone in a safe place and decided to go phone-less until tomorrow morning.

When I decided to leave my phone at the office, I felt a little excited to try an experiment of going fairly low-tech for the evening. Maybe it would be a huge revelation in how much my life depends on my phone and I’d end up in a fetal position, weeping openly about how disconnected I felt without my phone appendage.  However, I guess the evening isn’t nearly as low-tech as I though. I’m sitting here, blogging on my desktop and making a million reservations for fall travel (flights! hotels! dog-sitting! registrations!) after dinner.

I realized that with so much integration, everything is just in a cloud and can be accessed through the phone…or through my computer. I can use iMessage for texting, the webclient for Slack to check work messages, and if anyone calls me, I can answer directly from my desktop.  I can even sync my Fitbit steps via USB dongle and “manually” log my water through the web interface. The only thing I’ll have to do differently is set an alarm on [some other device] to get up tomorrow morning.

Would you feel panicked not having your phone overnight? Would you go back to the office and get it? I’m curious!