Tuesday, April 04, 2006

got no strings

Pinocchio was on to something when he started his knotty pining for life without strings. There is much freedom to be had in stringlessness. Or today in wirelessness... ness... ness. For example, cordless phones give us freedom from phone cords, which are wires. Walkie-talkies gave us the freedom from the string between the soup cans. Ok maybe not wires, but freedom nevertheless. The aforementioned bluetooth offers us freedom from wiring our hands-free kits to our cell phones, which are also, I might add, without wires.

At home however there are some other great uses. Having an electric razor that charges by induction on its base is nothing short of magical. Pick it up and shave. Set it down and charge. My fighting with an ironing cord days were banished about a year or so ago when I received my first cordless iron. It's light, it's quick and I don't have to play Indiana Jones to prevent the cord from mussing up whatever I've got spread on the ironing board and now that I've written this I have no idea what playing Indiana Jones actually means. The wireless network in my apartment is allowing me to write this blog from my laptop which I can carry out onto the balcony, into the kitchen or indeed anywhere in the house-- no more 100 foot ethernet cable trailing about the place.

My latest and greatest addition however is my new cordless Electrolux Pronto 2-in-1. My discovery was nothing short of serendipity. I was researching vacuums online when I discovered the sub-category of stick vacuums. After all, who can resist a vacuum on a stick? Probably everyone... but me. And there it was. A cordless rechargeable stick vacuum with a detachable stomach that doubles as a dust-buster sort of thingy. For me it's a 4-in-1:

  1. cordless
  2. a stick
  3. a vacuum
  4. a thingy (dust-buster)

In fact, it's nothing short of miraculous. Now, I can spirit about my apartment, feet barely touching the floor, riding the Pinocchio style high of having been liberated from my strings.

I wonder, though, if it dreams of being a real boy?