The shipment of iPads came in. The ones that my father was looking forward to. The one that meant a message from Apple was was sent out to his email address. I was notified because he was notified. And I went and picked it up. I will mail it off tomorrow, but for today I will spend some time thinking through the idea of being notified when good things are coming your way.
I wish I could be notified for the following things:
When my children say they love me when I am out of earshot.
When I could get away with eating a bunch of junk food because of my low calorie count for the rest of the day
When my wife works on our budget or bills and I don’t know it. (This is to make sure I never take it for granted).
When someone adds something substantial to an idea I enjoy thinking about
When remember something worth writing down. (Ideally, this wiuld alert me to the idea I’ve just had and not the fact that I have just had an idea.)
Whenever something new is going to completely change my direction and interest drastically. (This may require being able to know the future, though.)
So, while I don’t get alerts for those things yet, I can be fairly confident that at least I get alerts for the new gadget du jour. That is nice and convenient, but not nearly as transformative,