Modern mode blogging

I can't believe I came here without a notebook. Even with the urge to write, I'm still happy that I didn't bring my laptop. It has a way of pulling me into manage-and-control-life mode, and I'm here for the opposite of that. But really? I packed nothing to write with?
Ah, except my smart phone. My how times have changed.
It has built in dictation that is mostly functional. It might be fun to experiment with. It might be also be choppy and difficult and weird.
I'm at a casino. I'm here to spend time with my mom and grandfather, and to enjoy life away from normal life. As I'm wandering around the lobby of this odd, odd place, I do wish i had a journal. A keyboard would do. Something familiar. Something that I don't need to think about, that let's me set down words effortlessly.
I've been watching my mother and grandfather with those kind of eyes that search and explore. I'm watching the strange and common strangers, hearing them with stranger's ears. Noticing the rhythms of the many kinds of employees and business men and the many kinds of travelers. Noticing the lack of common dress or common manner. And I want a paper and pen. I wonder what on earth happened that I don't have a them. I want to tell stories about the strangers and now I'm one-finger typing about myself on a smartphone.

The evening people have a different vibe than the day timers, and I'm over it already. I don't really play dress up and I'm not here for lust of money or sex or power. I don't give a shit about being cool. So I'll meditate say my prayers and send my love to all my loved ones and fall asleep before my 90 year grandfather even gets back to the room. Tomorrow I'll try a writing exercise with this blogging application, and I'll find a notebook.

I want get in the habit of writing regularly before I spend six weeks in Thailand. It's so odd that I even say that. Never before these last two highly transitional years did I ever consider writing a habit. It just was. I carried a small journal with me everywhere I went, and never stopped writing things down.
Now I have this smartphone and I may sacrifice it to the river gods and ask for my writing habits back. The sacrifice would be metaphorical, of course, because I am too hippy to throw a phone in the river. But I might kill the smartphone gently on Craigslist and I won't miss how it grabs so much attention.
First we'll try this blogging from the phone business, though.
Want to help, friend? Send me a topic. Something about this casino trip that you want to know about. Then I'll be writing for us both.
Love!