I don't sing in the shower any more, tho do hum along while in the tub sometimes [my voice aint what it once was]... but when playing classical orchestral music, oh yes - indeed wave my arms with a baton and 'conduct' with all the gusto [ good exercise, if nothing else ]... and have done that since the days when watched Leonard Bernstein on the "Young People's Concerts" series [he would put so much into those conductings, really had you sweating with the feel of the music just watching him]...

Personally, I would not be likely to use a mobile phone. The expense isn't worth it, given that I do most of my communication via email and other text media, and I do not like having people able to reach me no matter where I might be.

I even resist giving out my phone number, because I do not like to talk, and instead offer my email address. I prefer to respond to others at my convenience, and that's impossible with a phone.

But that doesn't mean that I dislike gadgets. I've got an iPod Shuffle, and other technical toys as well. Hell, I tinker with Linux (sometimes to my wife's chagrin).

Regarding singing in the shower, it is interesting that you mention it. Before Meghan, I was in love with a musician. I know he was a very good musician, but I mostly only heard stories about music, and occasionally some classical music. I know he must have loved music, but I couldn't *feel* it. One of the first nights I slept over here, I heard Meghan singing in the shower. She has an affinity for classic rock but pretty much knows the words to any song, any genre, any era. It makes me so happy when I hear her singing along with the radio. It's not pretty, but she does it with gusto.

Oh dear. Don't say that. Call me gadget girl. I love sexy little electronic devices. My redial problem is solved, I just got the new PINK RAZR phone. It's so hot.

There are no phone lines out to the house where I live, so I don't actually have any phone other than my mobile phone. But I can see corn fields and vineyards in all four directions, and I am removed enough from any other people that I don't need blinds. I love my little shack.

That's hilarious. I'm glad I've never given into getting a mobile phone!

My last phone had keyboard exposed and a very complicated procedure for locking the keys, so I was forever jostling it in my pocket or purse and calling someone by accident (typically, my "last number dialed" would be redialed). On many occasions I treated a friend to an impromptu car concert, or even worse, my ranting and raving while listening to talk radio. The even worse part is that frequently the call would go through to voicemail, so it would sit and record for many minutes before hanging up, and these special messages would be replayed for crowds at various times. Another reason I have to stay honest - couple times I actually redialed Meghan while I was out having a drink and she got to listen to my suave bar talk. I am my own worst enemy.

As a matter of fact, I was caught in the act once and it was very amusing. One sunny day, I was driving in Del Mar, California, and listening to the Beatles "Hey Jude." That single happened to be the first record I owned when I was 8 years old, and so every word and inflection was ingrained in me. I stopped at a light while I was giving a full-throated rendition, singing along with Paul McCartney with the window rolled down when I noticed the Mercedes next to me. Looking at me and laughing, most benevolently and appreciatively, was Burt Bacharach. He nodded at me, the light changed, and, laughing, we both drove on our separate ways. (I later found out that Mr. Bacharach does, indeed, live in Del Mar, or thereabouts, so I wasn't seeing things.)