the "twettle," a kettle that seems to send you a tweet when your water has boiled. I thought it was ironic that she tweeted that this was depressing, and then I got to thinking about whether it's depressing at all. In fact, the internet does seep into our lives in a disconcerting way. The other day I was doing some gardening, and I was struck by how...well, how 3-dimensional everything was. You "get around" in gardening in a completely different way than you get around the internet. Duh.
The funny thing is that spending a lot of time online makes "surfing" and "following links" and "googling" seem like the default. In fact, recently I was looking around the house for a lost...who knows what? (We constantly seem to lose things around here.) And it actually crossed my mind that I ought to be able to just google it. What better way to find what you're looking for? Searching in the real world is just so crude. You have to walk from room to room, open drawers, lift up stacks of stuff. Last thing I need: a twettle.