My Fair Blackberry
Cats: Uncategorized|There was a time when the blackberry lived in the shadow of it’s diva-like cousin, the raspberry.
Remember those days?
Didn’t your mother usually chose raspberries over blackberries for her jams and jellies. Kids blew raspberries to get attention. And there was a pop band called The Raspberries. Not The Blackberries. The Raspberries.
No question. In the world of bramble bush fruit, the raspberry was A-list. The blackberry settled for B or C-list. That was just they way things were for the blackberry. It was destined to be lowercase.
And then a funny thing happened.
Someone decided that the buttons on a certain mobile communications device looked like seeds. So they decided to call the device after a seedy fruit. The blackberry.
And all of a sudden, the lowly blackberry was plucked from obscurity. It went all uppercase. They dressed it all pretty and introduced it to all the important people, even the President of the USA.
Things have never been the same for the Blackberry. It’s now the bell of the bramble brush fruit ball. Talk about rags to riches.
I could speculate on the moral to this story. But I’d rather hear your ideas on that. Leave them in comments.
January 23rd, 2009 at 10:10 am
Ah yes, the Crackberry. I watch certain professionals check them every ten seconds, during a conversation no less (without eye contact) because whatever it is they’re looking at just can’t wait until the conversation is over. I’m afraid this form of crack is turning normally kind, smart, hard working people into crackheads.
I understand Barack Obama has made a deal with security that he can use his Crackberry for communicating with close friends and family — and likely to keep up with the Bulls when they’re playing
January 23rd, 2009 at 11:00 am
Blackberries are still fruit to me, I have never seen an electronic one in real life. Did you know they were considered “devil” fruit because they were black? I love blackberries. I used to eat them wild in BC. I think they make much better fruit than the blackberries of the computer age.
You’re right! Good idea. I will focus on the writing, not the book. And yes, I do write away from the computer a lot. My brain is constantly seeing story ideas in my cluttered sink and the soup brewing on my stove.
January 23rd, 2009 at 12:11 pm
And the lowly huckleberry languishes in obscurity…
Doc
January 23rd, 2009 at 1:37 pm
And the Crackberry was invented in which country?
That’s right, blame Canada.
You Canadians couldn’t take over the world fair and square with hockey, you had to up the ante with the most addictive portable device ever (device that people will admit to, that is) and mirthful columnists.
January 23rd, 2009 at 2:30 pm
I’m reading this and replying on my Blackberry…
January 23rd, 2009 at 2:39 pm
I haven’t had the pleasure of owning or using a Blackberry, but I can tell you that I would love this post warmed up for a few seconds in the microwave and served with a side of sweet cream, thank you.
January 23rd, 2009 at 8:04 pm
Now I am hungry and want to talk to somebody all at the same time!
Although the spousal unit has a crackberry for work, I do not have one myself. I’m waiting for them to come out with the rutabaga.
January 23rd, 2009 at 10:04 pm
See, all my life I’ve been saying that the raspberry is underrated…to the strawberry that is.
January 24th, 2009 at 7:43 am
Thanks for your support on my recent post. It’s good to know I’m not the only one who has lived with this kind of disappointment. I have been here a year and gone to many different beautiful areas but feel no connection at all. These more-brutal-than-usual winters make it impossible. The pain is completely debilitating and demoralizing. I just can’t see how I can make it work here at all.
January 24th, 2009 at 11:28 am
YAM, it’s like those people who look over your shoulder at a party to see if anyone more important has walked in. BTW, Barack made his deal on BarackBerry AFTER I filed my column, but they announced it the day before it ran. I’m sure he did that just to bug me.
Sacred1: keep the focus. It’s your best friend when undertaking big projects, and small.
Doc, and the tay berry, cranberry, sugarberry. I wonder what they think.
Chance, would that be ironyberry?
Lisa, that mind of yours! Just like mine.
Barbara, you mean food is higher up on your scale of priorities than mobile phones? If armageddon hit, you would probably survive longer than crackberry heads.
January 24th, 2009 at 11:30 am
Allison, yes I was expending a counter insurgency from the Strawberry People.
Sacred2, hang in there. Sounds cliche, but one day at a time. Think light, sunshine, white snow and the tiny bit of heat you get on your face when you put it in the sun. That’s 93 million miles away. That is amazing.