I’m super-shy about the telephone, always afraid to talk to people on it. I mean, if I can’t see your face, how do I know you’re not rolling your eyes? So even though my afternoon call is with a friend of a friend to talk about something potentially mutually beneficial, I was still sort of bouncy and jagged knowing that when lunch was over I’d have to get cracking on increasing my business use of cell phone. I responded like my productivity guru would want me too, converting my nervous spastic energy into a search for a document I know I need for my homework assignment. (This search mostly consisted of asking other librarians to search for me.) The third of four jams from the trip to Canada, I like the blackberry the best so far. I’m saving blueberry for last.