deceived by my own phone ...

in an age of too much information about who's calling, even from the ringtone one selects for a specific caller, i have become an anti-social person. yesterday evening, i received a call from "unknown." i get some of those everyday. i feel that if the person is really looking for me, they'll leave a message - quite an assumption.

yesterday, unknown turned out to be Federico. fortunately, he's one of those people who leave messages, and i skype-called him back. but i did kick myself for being way too smart for my own good.

yesterday too, Markus called. at least his german phone communicates with my phone and i was able to read his name on my caller ID.

i guess a solution would be to systematically answer all unknown calls to figure out how many sources of unknown there are. but, the anti-socialite in me may prevent my inner-scientist from succeeding.

I've been looking for apartments. Requirements are similar to previous relocations: near downtown area, walkable to public transportation (Caltrain), no (or limited) carpeting, nice kitchen, possibly standalone house.

While talking with a coworker, it dawned on me that this is a fabulous way to "trick" myself into thinking that I'd moved - even if it's only down the street. That would save me from my 3-year-must-leave-city-state-country move, if that is still somewhere inside of me. Besides, T would kill me if I pulled another one of those, especially since he just adjusted, 5 months into his arrival.